In the past few years, he has put all his strength into his own field of responsibility. Although the foundation and soil conditions of the fields are poor, far less than the harvest of those fertile fields, they have accumulated abundant fertilizer for the fields. Even if there is no topdressing this year, the harvest at the end of the year will not be reduced much. If we readjust the responsibility fields, and then catch up with the good soil and fertilizer that we have accumulated at home, we will definitely have a good harvest next year. This year's losses are insignificant by comparison.

The small abacus he dialed basically represented the result of many small abacus dialed by the vast majority of villagers who crackled day and night. As a result, the growth and income of wheat in the whole village this year are a little worse than in previous years. And not only the wheat, but also those autumn crops, the growth and harvest may not be better than the previous year. It's good to be even.

Because it was the busy season of wheat harvest, grabbing wheat was like fighting fire, so the processing plant was temporarily suspended for a few days. Let the villagers free up all their manpower and energy to go all out to harvest the ripe wheat.

As soon as the duties and authority of the xylophone in the factory were gone, they were immediately incorporated by Mao Sheng into the family labor team, under his full command and deployment, and spared no effort to harvest the fruits of his own labor. At this time, the xylophone completely lost its former majesty. The body frame has also been lowered to the same status as Xingzai, and it is not even as good as Jing'er and Ye'er. Because xylophone moves her mouth to command and control her line, once it comes to the time of real guns and live ammunition, it highlights her congenital weakness and clumsiness, and she can only be on the same level as Xingzai.

Mao Sheng was like a general in command, and he led his family into the hillside in the northwest corner of the village. Because it was a hillside, the wheat ripen early, at least seven or eight days earlier than the fertile land in the South River. Maosheng was the first to try the sickle from this wheat field. Many families also started from the hillside and moved to the flat river one by one.

As early as a few days ago, Maosheng asked someone to bring a letter to Ye'er, asking her to ask for leave and rush home to harvest wheat. On the first night of Ye'er's return, as soon as she had dinner and was transferred back to the west courtyard early, Jing'er was blinded and secretly made small moves. Xylophone was also tired and went to bed early. Xingzi went out and ran around for a while, and then rushed back to bed. Only Shigeru squatted alone in the yard and sharpened his sickle for half the night. From time to time, he tore off his head and tried the sharpness of the scythe one by one. Today, as soon as he arrived in the field, he handed everyone the sickle that had been sharpened and shiny last night. and divided the land, so that they could not be lazy one by one.

At this time, many families on the hillside are busy harvesting wheat. With the mountain wind surging in waves, there were large patches of lodging wheat and bare patches of land. The immortal temple in the east is still firmly standing on the high post at the foot of the north mountain, the yellow wall and gray tiles are clean and silent. From time to time, as the mountain wind rises and falls, there are wind chimes hanging on the eaves from afar. Crisp and pleasant, like a looming background music.

The Maosheng family's wheat field is on the white stone line on the hillside.

This stone line is tens of meters wide at the point, and only a few meters wide at the narrow. Starting from the top of the ancestral forest at the entrance of the village, it slowly extended northward along the root of the West Mountain, and then lingered around it for a while, and then spread to the west side of Beishan, and with a gentle flick of the east side of Beishan, it lost its trace behind the Immortal Temple. -- by:daliineda|112213890361589729|517 -->