The wheat turned yellow, and the earth was no longer like the earth, it was inspired, and its spirit was lifted up at once. Between the ridges of the fields, between the villages, between the windmills and the windmills, between the locust trees and the locust trees, the continuous wheat fields and the June sun shine together, and everywhere is filled with dazzling golden light. The sun is in the sky, but the wheat fields in June are more like the sun, and the dense wheat mangs are like thousands of rays of sunshine. The sun is shining, and the earth is brilliant, magnificent and brilliant. This is the land of northern Jiangsu, there are no high mountains, deep water, it is flat and smooth, endless, and at the same time, it is unobstructed. There was no wind in the wheat fields, just waves of heat. The heat wave has some fragrance, and this thick, wide fragrance is the call of the earth, and it's time to open the sickle. Yes, the wheat is yellow, it's time to open the sickle.

The farmer looked at the golden earth, opened his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and rejoiced in his heart. In any case, the wheat is yellow, and it is also an exciting scene. After a long wait, and at the same time a long wait, the harvesters smelled the scent of new wheat, and their hearts naturally grew wheat mangs. Don't look at the wheat growing in the ground, they will eventually become amaranth, steamed buns, lumps or noodles, put on the dining table of every household, become the three meals a day of the croppers, become the weddings and funerals of the croppers, in a word, become the days of the croppers. It's not just a joy in the heart, but also a bitterness to match. Speaking of bitterness, people often think of an old saying: there are three kinds of hardship in life, supporting the boat, striking iron, and grinding tofu. In fact, this sentence was not said by the croppers, and it is not like it when you think about it. The people who say this must be from the city, or at least from the town. They have their full stomachs, stand by the counter or under the eaves of the shaving shop, and inevitably say a word or two about a toothache. To put it bluntly, a toothache is nonsense. Compared with the wheat harvesting and rice planting of the croppers, what is the value of holding a boat, what is the point of striking iron, and what is the value of grinding tofu? The wheat is fragrant in the ground, but it is in the ground after all. They can't jump as high as fleas and happen to land on your dinner table. You've got to cut them off. You have to go through your hands, plant by tree, and cut down the great wheat. The farmer holds the wheat in one hand and the sickle in the other, and their movements move from right to left, one hand, one hand, and another. Wait until you've repeated this action a dozen times before you can take a small step forward. People often take one step at a time to praise a person's steadfastness, and for a wheat harvester, he doesn't know how many footprints he will leave behind when he takes a step out. It doesn't really matter, the farmer has patience. However, patience alone is useless, and the most important thing is that you have to bend your waist. This time it's going to be fatal. It won't take a morning for your waist to straighten up. However, this is just the beginning. When you look up and look into the distance along the plane of the wheat field, the boundless gold jumps in front of you, the scorching sun burns in front of you, they are beckoning, they are still the bottomless abyss. Where this is labor, this is simply torture. One is more than ten days. However, you cannot be exempted from this punishment, and you yourself are willing. If you don't want to, you won't be able to live. The farmer could only squint his eyes, open his mouth wide, support his knees with his arms, straighten up with great difficulty, catch a few breaths, and bend down again. You can't rest. You can't rest all day, you can't sleep in the morning. Every morning at four o'clock in the morning, or even three o'clock, you have to grit your teeth, pick up the bones of your body that have fallen apart, go back to the wheat field, pick up yesterday's torture equipment, and put it back on your body. It's not that the crops are cheap, they don't know how to sympathize with themselves, they don't know how to cherish themselves, no. In fact, the days of the croppers have long been controlled by God, and this God is the "time of heaven". The sage Master Meng knows this. Thousands of years ago, he rode in a broken ox cart and preached around preaching "not to miss the agricultural time", and this is what he meant. Simply put, it is the relationship between the sun and the land, sometimes far away, sometimes close. When you get near, you can't delay. You can't afford to delay, the sun won't wait for you. If you delay the wheat harvest season, you will delay the planting of rice. If you delay planting rice, you will only have half of your life left, and you will not be able to live. Therefore, if the croppers are lazy, it is not called laziness, but "ignorance of current affairs", a very heavy sentence, to put it bluntly, they will not live. They all say that the crops are diligent, who is diligent? Who the fuck wants to be diligent? Who is willing to be fucking diligent? It's all forced by God. In the final analysis, the days of the croppers have been pinched by the "time of day". The time of day is your life, and the time of day is your luck. In order to grab the "time of day" and harvest the wheat, the croppers could not rest in one breath, and the rice was about to be planted. Rice planting is even more bitter. Your waist must bend deeper. Your body and bones must suffer greater sin. It's almost like getting on the tiger bench. Therefore, once the wheat in the field turns yellow, the croppers look at the vast and boundless gold, and their hearts are actually very complicated. Happy to be happy, but there is still fear in the end. This fear goes deep into the bone marrow, and at the same time there is nowhere to hide. You can only stalk your neck and go head-on. Of course, no one hung it on their lips. The croppers can't say such beautiful words as "three hardships in life, supporting the boat and grinding tofu". It's all in vain. The tiger chair is there, and you have to walk over it yourself and scramble to get on it.

Are there any people who are not afraid? Yes. That's some of the afterlife. The so-called stunned green, the so-called newborn calf. The end side is one of them. Duan Fang took advantage of the busy vacation to return to Wangjiazhuang, in fact, he was still a high school student, and he was about to graduate. Duan Fang studied in high school in Zhongbao Town for two years, and did not spend too much effort on books, but spent more time on stone locks and stone burdens. Duan Fang doesn't talk much, and he doesn't seem to be very lively, but he has made some friends in Zhongbao Town, all of whom are insiders of dancing and boxing. Duan Fang followed them, in fact, he went for the stone locks and stone burdens. Although his body is thin and there is no meat, Duan Fang was born with an open bone shelf, the key is that his mouth is splashy, his teeth are strong, and he can swallow seven or eight big steamed buns in one meal. In the two years of high school, Duanfang changed a person, not to mention the height, the size was also one size bigger, stocky, a burly and steady male general, and he was a tiger at any stop. Duan Fang returned to Wangjiazhuang with his good meat and strength, and at the same time brought back a bedding, a wooden box and two sickles. Duan Fang knows that as soon as the busy vacation is over, it will be the graduation exam in the blink of an eye. After taking the test and tucking away the graduation certificate, he is a member of Wangjiazhuang, a formal strong laborer.

Duan Fang practiced his body desperately in the town, and there was a reason for Duan Fang. The relationship between Duanfang and his father has always been wrong, and sometimes he even moves his hands and feet. Duan Fang has to prepare his strength and physique first, maybe he will be able to use it one day. Duanfang's father is not pro, he is his stepfather. Duan Fang was "dragged" to Wangjiazhuang with his mother as an "oil bottle". He was just fourteen years old that year. Due to his late development, Duan Fang is thin and wilted, and he is basically still a seedling. Before that, not only was he not from Wangjiazhuang, but he was not even from Xinghua County. He was fostered by his mother in Dafeng County, Baiju Town, Dongtan Village, his grandmother's home. That's not Duanfang's home. His home should be in Xitan Village, Baiju Township, and the bones of his biological father are still sleeping under the soil of Xitan Village. Duan Fang was fostered in his grandmother's house, and he said that he was raised by his grandmother, but it was his uncle who really raised him. But the little uncle got married, and the little aunt passed the door, but she didn't say anything, and she was in the way of other people's hands and feet. Mother Shen Cuizhen drove a day's journey, came from Wangjiazhuang to Dongtan Village, and led Duanfang to kowtow everywhere. First kowtow to the living, and then kowtow to the dead. The end of the wood and the wood brain, from Dongtan Village to Xitan Village, and then from Dongtan Village to Wangjiazhuang in Xinghua County. As soon as Duan Fang arrived in Wangjiazhuang, he had a father, surnamed Wang, and Wang Cunliang. Shen Cuizhen led Duan Fang to Wang Cunliang, told him to kneel, and told him to call his father. Duan Fang couldn't shout. Kneel on the ground and do not speak, do not rise. In the end, it was Wang Cunliang's eldest daughter Hongfan who dragged Duanfang up from the ground. Hongfan had just returned from the field, put down the hoe, untied the red checkered scarf on his head, and said to Duan Fang: "This is my brother, get up, get up." The first time Duan Fang opened his mouth in Wangjiazhuang, he called neither father nor mother, but called "sister" of red fans. Mother Shen Cuizhen listened to it in her ears, and her heart swelled with boundless disappointment.

Stepfather Wang Cunliang is actually a not bad man, he is good to Shen Cuizhen, and there is nothing bad that cannot be spoken. It's just the same, with a big voice and a quick shot. The worst thing is that he can't control his own hands. The most unbearable thing for Wang Cunliang is that others push back his mouth, if you talk back, his slap will be like your echo, and it will bounce back immediately. Once Wang Cunliang's slap finally hit Shen Cuizhen's face, and Duan Fang was lighting a fire in the kitchen. He heard a crisp slap on the patio, and he heard his mother's screams. Duan Fang walked out, approached his stepfather around the road, and suddenly pounced on him and bit Wang Cunliang's wrist. Like a soft-shelled turtle, you can't get rid of your hand no matter how you shake it. Wang Cunliang dragged Duan Fang and looked around for a bullwhip in the patio. Seeing the opportunity, Duan Fang let go of his mouth and ran back to the kitchen. He pulled out the tongs from the pot, red and almost transparent. The end side was carrying a red-hot tongs, and he was about to poke at his stepfather's ass. Cui Zhen shouted "Duanfang", hoarse. Duan Fang stood on his feet. Cui Zhen pointed to the mouth of the well in the patio and said loudly, "Son, if you want to go up one step more, your mother will go down!" Duan Fang held the fire tongs, and gasped for breath, looking at his stepfather steadily. Wang Cunliang straightened up, brought the bleeding wound to his mouth, licked it twice, and went out. Shen Cuizhen saw Duan Fang spit on the fire tongs. The tongs snorted and the spit was gone, leaving only a white spot on the tongs. Cuizhen walked up to Duan Fang and wanted to smoke him. But there was a sudden sour nose. She saw her son's heart. Duan Fang was not brought up by her, and she has not been around for so many years, so she is somewhat raw. When mom always owes him. This is a pimple in the heart, and it has become a disease. Now it seems that the flesh is the flesh and bones, even if the bones are broken, the tendons are connected in the end. When the child is older, he has received the help of this child. Cuizhen looked at her eldest son, tears drifting in her eyes, and suddenly there was a trumpet. Cui Zhen snatched the fire tongs from Duan Fang's hand and said to her son, "You and pulled the guts off, huh?"

Duanfang finally has his own home in Wangjiazhuang. But this home is very special, with quite complex intricacies. An older sister, Red Pink, is the stepfather's original daughter. The two younger brothers, the eldest brother is upright, and the "little oil bottle" that was "dragged" over with his mother's remarriage; In comparison, Duanfang's situation is a bit unreliable, it is a bubble of urine in the Yangtze River, there are not many of him, and there are not many without him. However, not long after entering the house, Duan Fang saw a bad sign, that is, his mother had her taboo and was afraid of red powder. The pink is neat, just like her dead mother, she speaks crisply, does things crisply, and there is no return to do anything, of course, there is no head and no tail, a handful of down, three times five divided by two, pulling vines and dragging melons. Hongfan also has a characteristic, that is, her temperament is uncertain, and there is no constant measure. It's good for everything, even a little excessive, but it's bad suddenly. Once it is broken, it has incomparable explosiveness and has a large area of lethality. As long as her madness comes up, nothing will get in the way of her hands and feet, not even the four legs of the bench. Seeing this article, the mother's taboo has actually become Duanfang's taboo, and Duanfang will try not to provoke her as much as possible. Duan Fang is actually not afraid of red powder, but, for the sake of his mother, Duan Fang still let it go and swallowed it. Fortunately, the red fan treats Duan Fang quite well, her enemy is Shen Cuizhen, and she is not Duan Fang, so she can't do it. In places with a lot of people, red fans will in turn read the good of the square. She just wants others to hear it, and she is not an unreasonable person. can't get along with Shen Cuizhen, it's completely not the thing that is the stepmother.

Duan Fang didn't learn anything when he came to Wangjiazhuang, but he learned one thing, that is, not to speak. It was none other than Duanfang's mother who put a seal on Duanfang's mouth. As long as there is an accident at home, Shen Cuizhen's first reaction is to give Duan Fang a look: Don't talk, it's none of your business. Shen Cuizhen has a reason for doing this, Duan Fang has no father and no mother for so many years, and he finally settled down, and he can't be wronged anymore. It's always good to talk less. I won't say it. But Duanfang's meaning of not speaking is different from his mother's, Duanfang is still for the good of his mother. Mother and pink are not right, this is obvious. Which one of the daughters can be intimate with her stepmother? If Duan Fang is too oriented to his own mother, the pink end will definitely not be easy to explain. It's not good with red powder, and in the end, it can only be his mother who suffers from splinting. However, Duan Fang didn't say anything. Wang Cunliang didn't like this point of Duan Fang very much. The conscience of heaven and earth, Wang Cunliang, the stepfather, has done a good job, and there is no partiality in the open and in the dark. But why do you little thing do not know what to do, you have a cloudy face all day long, and you don't say anything, who are you coming for? Wang Cunliang hates him for this, your little thing is biased towards his mother, biting people, rushing over with fire tongs, it's okay. You kid has a kind of blood. But you can't beat a stuffy fart with three, six, or nine sticks. It's like he's not a human being as a stepfather, so how can he abuse you as a child. Where does this go? Nothing else is far away, don't talk about it. Let's just say that the year before last, when he went to high school, Wang Cunliang really exhausted his mind, even if he was his own father, he might not have done better than him. According to Wang Cunliang's meaning, Duan Fang was not his own child, and he was not allowed to go to junior high school at the beginning, and his face was unreasonable. Now that he has studied junior high school, he can be regarded as worthy of him, that is, his dead ghost Lao Tzu stands in front of Wang Cunliang, and he Wang Cunliang can also hold his head up. Hongfan died at the age of seven, and only went to junior high school, that is, the third grade of primary school, it is really not easy for so many years. It's been nearly two years since I got married. How much can you give to the red powder to marry, not to mention, Xijiu always has to give her a few tables, so that it can be regarded as giving her daughter an explanation and giving her dead mother a dignity. Duanzheng is still studying, Netzi is still studying, and Duanfang is in high school again, relying on his and Cuizhen's four hands, he can't afford it anyway. But Cui Zhen is dead on this issue, and she must let the end go. She put "dichlorvos" on the lid of the toilet, and as long as Wang Cunliang did not let go, her mouth would be tilted against the mouth of the bottle. She did it. This woman is good anywhere, there is nothing to find fault with inside and outside the house, but there is one thing, she likes to do things to the end of the road, and she will make things dead and alive at every turn. It's as if she was born greater than Liu Hulan and died more honorably than Liu Hulan. I really can't do it. Wang Cunliang's first wife died of illness, and he lost almost half of his life. married the second one, and it was actually an ancestor who liked to seek death and life. You say how to get it. Can't die the second, can't. But what about the money? Wang Cunliang could only blacken his face and smoke the ass of the net. The net is his own son, and he can beat it. Wang Cunliang pulled him over and pumped hard, and his hand was particularly heavy. He just wanted to do it in this weird way for Shen Cuizhen to see. But Wang Cunliang ignored one point, the net was his Wang Cunliang's seed, but it was also her Shen Cuizhen's meat. Shen Cuizhen snatched the net, held it in her arms, and picked up the scissors to poke her throat. If it weren't for Wang Cunliang's quick eyes and quick hands, Cuizhen would have already gone to the ground. Saving food, he softened his heart, agreed, and let Duan Fang go to high school. I can't say it, but I am still afraid of this woman who makes up the house in my heart. Then leave her alone. Wang Cunliang did a good job to the end, and personally sent Duanfang to the town. However, Wang Cunliang left the words to Duan Fang, and he said to Duan Fang on the playground of Zhongbao Middle School: "You have been drinking the northwest wind for the past few days, and I will see what you can pull out in two years." Duan Fang didn't say anything, silently took the net bag from his stepfather's hand, turned and left. Wang Cunliang looked at the sharp back, he was really a little weird, very tired, very angry, aggrieved and wronged, so he could only scold in his stomach: "What a dog." "I don't know who I'm scolding.

Duan Fang returned to Wangjiazhuang with a futon, a wooden box and a sickle, and it was already evening. It was an incomparably clear dusk, and the sunset was burning in the western sky. The sky is very low, the sunset seems to rest on the earth, the tender sunset is like an egg yolk, very squeamish, as soon as it is provoked, it will disperse. When Duan Fang returned home, there was no one at home, Duan Fang put down his belongings and took out two sickles from the bed. This is a new purchase he bought in the town of Zhongbao. Duan Fang stripped off his gown, squatted in the patio, and cut the two sickles. He sharpened the blades of the two scythes to the same as Sister Pink's mouth, and he looked like he was saying the same. I tried its edge with my thumb, and the blade rang like a moving chant.

The next day, Duan Fang got up early in the morning, I don't know what time it is, anyway, it hasn't dawned yet. Mother had already gotten up and prepared breakfast beforehand. Breakfast is not porridge, but dry rice, dry rice cooked with glutinous rice. It's too extravagant. Duan Fang thought that this was specially prepared for him by his mother, but it was not. Cutting wheat is a laborious and hard work, drinking porridge is definitely not good, a few bubbles of urine will be gone, only dry rice can withstand it. However, when the wheat harvest came, it was the time when the crops were scarce, and there was no rice left in every household. People who can live always have to leave some glutinous rice during the New Year, and then take it out at this time, and the so-called good steel should be used on the blade. As soon as the wheat comes out of the ground, the days will naturally come on. It's the same every year. It's just that Duanfang was still young before, and he didn't get up so early, so he didn't know. When the glutinous rice was served, Father, Mother, Hongfan, and Duan Fang sat down on the four sides of the table, facing a small oil lamp, and kept chirping with their four mouths. With pickles, I took down two large bowls in one go. Two loud burps at the small oil lamp. Duan Fang wiped his mouth, tied straw sandals, and took a small clay pot from his mother's hand, which was freshly boiled water. Duan Fang held a clay pot in one hand and a sickle in the other, and followed behind his father, Red Powder followed Duan Fang, and his mother followed behind Red Pink. My father opened the door, and it was dark outside, and he went to work.

The laborers of the production team gathered at the back door of the captain's house, and everyone walked to the field together in silence. There is also a hint of chill in the wild, and the point is that the dew is too heavy and it is wet everywhere. The roosters in the village began to crow, one after another. The sky was also bright, and when I came to the wheat field, the east side was already white, with a few hints of red, the kind that would erupt at any time. No one spoke, no one knew when they started working, but that was how it began. Duan Fang put the sickle in his hand in the palm of his hand and turned it around twice, and the first one jumped into the wheat field, a little scrambling. The sickle is very light in Duanfang's hand, Duanfang has strength, when he was in Zhongbao Town, he could lift a stone burden of one hundred and ninety catties above his head, a small sickle is nothing. About the time of a meal, the sun shook twice and jumped out. The fresh sun is like a piece of iron burned transparent on a blacksmith's anvil, and all the light erupts under the blow of the hammer. If you say it, it's bright. Duanfang took the lead in the wheat field and had already thrown his stepfather out of the way. The end side is mindful. He wants to show his stepfather if he is a soft egg who can eat and not pull. The movements of the end side were a little jerky at first, but then it got better, more and more neat, with a mechanical, infinite repetition of the smoothness, I couldn't stop if I wanted to. Because of Lisuo, his pride burst out, he took off his gown and threw himself on the ground. His back was covered with sweat. The rising sun illuminated the back of the end, and his back was shiny with oil, and a deep groove was concave in the middle, which was the young back, the muscular back, open, thick, and well-defined—and when it reached the waist and abdomen, it was very forcefully taken in. Wang Cunliang's hands and feet were leisurely, not busy, and he took advantage of his breathing time to glance at the end in front of him lightly, and sighed in his heart. You daredevil, where is this work, it's just, and the hard ones are all in front. How can wheat harvesting be like this? It is an endurance work, and you have to take it easy, and how can you put all your strength in the forefront? The most important thing for a farmer is to soak his body and bones in sweat, salt, and salted into salted meat. What's the use of fresh meat? It's soft and only served with roasted tofu. You still dare to charge and fight shirtless and die when you have fine skin and tender flesh all over your body! Can you beat you shirtless when you cut wheat? So many wheat mangs poke on your body, they don't itch you to death, they don't hurt you to death! Wang Cunliang originally planned to remind Duan Fang to say a word or two, and seeing that he was making a lot of commotion, he didn't talk about him. If he doesn't suffer enough, he will never know how fresh meat becomes salted meat. In the future, when he gets married, he will know, doing everything is similar to sleeping with his mother-in-law, and he will be brutal as soon as he comes up, and he will be soft very quickly. How can you say that there is no light burden on the long road. Not to mention him, the ears of young people can't fit into other people's tongues anyway. Let him go. By him Meng Lang. By next year's situation, he won't be so sassy, and he knows where to bite the first bite when he eats steamed buns. - You have thick arms, what's the use of thick arms? thick arms, go kill pigs, thin arms, do accounting.

Lunch was eaten on the ridge and it was gnocchi. At noon, the sun was already hanging overhead, and it was particularly vigorous, and the wheat blossomed on the skin at the end, and began to flirt, itching strangely, and burrowing into the flesh. Duanfang's skin seems to have been picked up, turned over, bulging with coarse pores, red, nails hurt when scratched, and it hurts when the sun bakes. If only there was a place to escape from the scorching sun. However, the cropper has nowhere to hide, and if you have the ability, you will become an earthworm. There is another aspect of the discomfort of the end, that is, the waist. The end side has strength, but the small waist is a little out of charge, it is very sour and swollen. It's uncomfortable to bend, it's uncomfortable to stand upright, and it's still uncomfortable to sit down. Duan Fang dragged a wheat handle, put it under the waist arch, and lay down, comfortable. It's just a moment, and it's even more uncomfortable. It must have been too full just now, my waist relaxed, and my stomach couldn't bear it, so I could only stand up again, restless. Wang Cunliang only ate one and a half full, put the remaining half on the ridge of the field, and lit the dry tobacco pot. Duan Fang was not far from him, tossing there, and the king did not look at the grain. Wang Cunliang guarded the clay pot, held the dry tobacco pot, and narrowed his eyes. With beads of sweat on his forehead, he took a sip, a puff, a puff, a sip, and drank again, thinking about nothing, as if he were enjoying himself. The smoke is such a good thing, inhale deeply, exhale for a long time, and hum, and all the tiredness sighs out with that breath. For smokers, craving is only secondary, and the main role is to take a breath. People who don't smoke don't realize this. There was smoke in his mouth, and it clicked, and slowly, it stopped. Otherwise, there will always be one thing that has not been done, and the heart is empty, and if there is no hope, people will not be steady. Stockpiling looked at Duan Fang from afar, if it was a brother, he might have handed the dry tobacco pot to Duan Fang's hand. But Duan Fang is his son after all, and Wang Cunliang can't. At the end of the day, smoke is still a bad thing, inhale it, exhale it out, and money becomes smoke. If you want to smoke, wait until you become a relative and split up. He was provided for in high school, and smoking could no longer be provided. There is no such thing.

When cutting wheat, Shen Cuizhen and Duan Fang were far apart. Generally speaking, as long as there are no special circumstances, Duan Fang is far away from his mother and talks less. Duan Fang was polite to everyone, but not to his mother, and his tone was quite impulsive. No matter how good it is, it must be pulled out of the mouth horizontally. It's also particularly concise. "Got it. "Don't be verbose. "Annoying?" and so on. Speaking like this, as soon as it is concise, it becomes a stick, whirring and windy. Alas, that's how boys go, and when they reach an age, they learn to shake their mother's prestige. How can you say that your daughter is good, when she becomes a mother and loves her children, she will know that she loves her mother, and her daughter will become her mother's little padded jacket. When a boy's arms are thicker, his thighs are thicker, and his voice is thicker, his heart will inevitably follow. It's all the same. If you think about it, there is more or less resentment. It would be nice if Duan Fang was a daughter. She Shen Cuizhen didn't give birth to a daughter in her life, and she didn't have that blessing. If Duan Fang was a woman, the red fan would not dare to be so arrogant. The daughter's family has no other skills, but which mouth is not a machine gun?

In the afternoon, there were many blisters on Duanfang's hands, first blisters, and then blood blisters. Duan Fang has practiced the stone lock and stone burden for two years, and the hard cocoon full of slaps, but I didn't expect that the palm of the palm still can't bear it. It was only at this time that Duan Fang realized that he had miscalculated and should not use the newly purchased scythe. The handle of the new scythe is always not as good as the old one, and it is very rough. After noon, the end side can no longer be as vigorous as in the morning, and the pace is slow. Duan Fang wanted to stop, lay down on the ridge to rest, and when he turned around, he saw his father. The king's grain is behind him, and he is about to catch up. Looking at him slowly, in fact, it is not slow at all. Wang Cunliang's face was expressionless, and he couldn't see the ugliness. With a horizontal heart, the sickle was held extremely tightly. Duanfang's last strength was supported until it was dark, fortunately it was dark, otherwise Duanfang really couldn't exert any strength, and Duanfang's blood blisters also broke, and it was only a day's work, and the slap was all rotten.

He used his left hand to eat dinner, and he could only hold chopsticks with his left hand. My right hand hurts so badly that I can see the flesh inside. Duan Fang had been hiding his right hand under the table, he didn't want to put it on the table, he couldn't lose this face in front of Wang Cunliang. None of this escaped the mother's eyes. This time, Shen Cuizhen didn't feel sorry for Duanfang. She also cut wheat for a day, and her waist was about to break, and she still had to cook when she returned home. Who made you a farmer? The farmer has to survive from these places. You, a male general, will have to experience this sooner or later.

This night, Duan Fang was not sleeping, but actually dead. He hadn't even taken a shower, his body had not had time to lie down, and his head had not had time to find a pillow, he had already fallen asleep. Like a stone sinking to the bottom of a well. The time was also very short, and after a while, there was movement in the hall again. That said, a new day has begun. Duan Fang wanted to turn over, but he couldn't move. struggled to move, where it hurt, the whole person was like a bucket with a hoop blown up, falling apart. Duan Fang wants to get up, but he can't get up. At this time, the stepfather coughed dryly in the patio, and Duan Fang could hear that this was urging him. Duan Fang said to himself, one more minute of sleep, just one minute, one minute is also good.

But Wang Cunliang was already coughing for the second time and had to get up. The end of the wheat field is no longer yesterday's end square, and the meat on his body is rusty, like soaked in a vinegar vat. The point is, the anger in my heart is deflated. Duan Fang brought a long strip of cloth with him before going out, and on the way to work, he had wrapped a few strips on his hands, and the pain in his hands was better. But Duanfang ignored one of the most important details, and was lazy last night and forgot to sharpen the knife. "Sharpening the knife is not a mistake for the woodcutter" is really a wise saying. The knife was blunt and killed Duanfang. The wheat in the early morning is different from usual, usually under the sun, the wheat straw is crispy and crispy by the sun, and it is clear when you go down with a knife. At this time, the dew is heavy, the wheat straw is particularly astringent, and it has incredible toughness, which is quite entangled. Yesterday morning, Duan Fang was on the rise, and he had enough strength and didn't pay attention to it, so he didn't think so. Now it's okay, the knife is blunt, the palm is broken, the body is rusty, and the end is extremely reluctant. But when people reach a reluctant situation, they will inevitably send donkeys. Duan Fang exerted enough strength, "snorted", and pulled it suddenly, but the tip of the sickle was stuck by something, and when he pulled it out, he found that it was pulled from his calf. A warm current rushed to the instep of the foot. Duan Fang didn't shout, put down the knife, and hurriedly covered it. Where can the blood be covered, like a loach, and slip through your fingers with a snort. The pain came up at this time, and as soon as it came up, it was very fierce, and some couldn't bear it, so Duan Fang could only keep hazing. Wang Dagui, who was not far away, heard the movement, he walked over, pulled Duan Fang's hand, it was all wet, put it down and twisted his fingers, it was very slippery. Got it, it's blood. Dagui shouted loudly in the misty morning light: "Save the grain, save the grain!"

Dagui and Stocking carried Duan Fang to the cooperative medical treatment, and the sky was already bright. Barefoot doctor Wang Xinglong had just woken up. Xinglong washed the wound on the end with hydrogen peroxide, and as soon as the hydrogen peroxide touched the wound, it immediately foamed vigorously, like a crab exhaling. The bleeding had not stopped, and it was gushing out silently. Xinglong was sleepy-eyed, holding tweezers, and his fingers were still stilted there, looking a bit like a skillful woman. Xinglong slowly commented on Duanfang's injury and said, "It's quite big, it's quite deep, and I'm going to get a needle and thread." Wang Cunliang said, "Is there a bone?" Xinglong said, "No." The wound was quite large, quite deep. Duan Fang said hurriedly: "First disinfect with alcohol." Xinglong said, "Fart." You think it's just a little bit of skin? How can such a deep wound be used with alcohol and not hurt you. Duan Fang was a little stubborn and said: "Use alcohol to disinfect, it's good quickly." "Xinglong ordered the alcohol stove and went to cook the needle and thread. Taking advantage of this gap, he untied the bandage on his hand, took off the alcohol cotton wool, poured all the cotton wool on the palm of his hand, and shook it hard at the wound, and the alcohol was squeezed out and dripped on the wound. Duan Fang arched his waist, gasped, and opened his mouth desperately. The wound on the calf was on fire, and the fire was burning. There was no flame in sight, but the fire was raging.

Xinglong took six stitches for Duanfang. As soon as he put on the bandage, he went back to the wheat field. The bandage on the calf is very eye-catching, radiating a dazzling and vivid white light in the sunlight, which is somewhat dazzling, and leaves a large red in the middle. As soon as Duan Fang returned to the ridge, he used the sickle, and he had to race against time. Wang Cunliang urn said angrily, "Okay." Duanfang ignored it and continued to walk into the wheat field. Wang Cunliang raised his voice one and said, "You can!" Duan Fang heard it, and this was to persuade him. He stopped insisting, retreated to the ridge, closed his eyes and lay down. Duan Fang noticed that there were two suns at this time, both on him. One was on his eyelids, the other on his calves, and the pain was the light of this sun, radiant and radiant.

Although it hurts, he falls asleep with his head upside down. When I woke up, it was lunch again, and a large number of male and female generals leaned against the ridge and rested. Everyone was making a lot of noise, all shouting about backache, leg pain, and grinning one by one, so they began to talk salty, talking and laughing. It's the happiest moment of work, and of course, it's short-lived. Because it is not easy to come by, it is extremely precious. The bodies of the male and female generals were idle, but their mouths began to be busy. It's outrageous when they talk about it, but it's not outrageous, it's actually an inevitable topic for them. It went up to the men and women, it went to the **, it went to the crotch, and it went to the bed. Their bodies no longer seem to be sore, and the more they talk, the more energetic they become, and the more they talk, the more they shake up. They are experienced, as long as they persevere, they must be waiting for them in the near future. While eating, they said, "He says a word, you say a word, like a mouth-to-mouth copulation, in and out, very fluent, very happy." There was a carnival laugh on the ridges, and maybe a little bit of lewdness. Things in bed are really gratifying, a joy to do, a joy to say, simple and fascinating, and the most able to become a storm in the field or in the field. Guangli's family is a master of this, she is the mother of four children, she is not missing a tooth, her mouth is full of teeth and she can't control her tongue, she can be naked by her if she is good, she pouts her buttocks, and she can have children and grandchildren in one meal. Guangli's family is still a Mali person, holding a rice bowl, picking up fast, chewing fast, stretching his neck, and swallowing faster. Leaving his job, the Guangli family began to make the captain happy. In Guixiang's mouth, the captain is a male cat in March, and then a male dog in March, hoarse and exhausted, but jumping up and down, as if the captain was standing by the bed when she Guixiang was "doing things", all heard it, all saw it. The captain was very calm and not flustered, and his mouth was naturally not vegetarian, and in turn he was happy with the Guangli family. The captain said that the body of the Guangli family was rattling, and the body and bones of the Guangli family were particularly sassy. After talking about the Guangli family, the captain concluded: "Women, that's it, amazing." Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, standing and sucking the wind, sitting and sucking the earth. Guangli's family, the wind and soil have let you go, you're not simple!" everyone laughed wildly. The Guangli family was laughed at by others, but they were not angry, they were not in a hurry, they stood up slowly and left. made a big circle, went around behind the captain, and took advantage of the captain's unpreparedness to knock down the captain from behind. The Guangli family must have contacted the female generals with their eyes first, and established a temporary and secret united front. So there is a unified will and a unified action. The united front has an invincible force and can be said to be invincible. Four or five female generals pounced together, grabbed the captain's hands and feet, and gave the captain a five-horse corpse. The captain was stiff-mouthed, hippie smiling, and continued to bargain with them: "Don't be like this, don't make a fuss, one by one, I and you one by one." The captain's words caused a scream, and his words stirred up a light, happy public indignation. The public was outraged. The spicy energy of the female generals came up, and the madness rose and waved. They gathered around the captain, and with a snort, they ripped off the captain's long pants, and with a snort, they ripped off the captain's short pants. The captain was there. Where have I ever seen such a big world in the crotch, no, it is drooping, tilting its head and crooked head, it can be said that it is self-ashamed. The Guangli family screamed: "Come and see the mushrooms! Come and see the captain's wild mushrooms!" The captain was in a hurry, but his arms and legs were dragged by the female generals in the palm of his hand, and his body was suspended in the air, unable to move, and unable to cover it. The captain's mushroom was soft, but his mouth was doubly hard. The Guangli family picked up an ear of wheat and teased the captain. What kind of mushroom can stand up to the ears of wheat? Unless you're wood, unless you're made of iron. And there was wheat on the ears of wheat. After a few clicks, the captain's mushroom came and people went crazy, angry, or happy, and the hard and hard became thicker and longer, and he looked stunned and drunk. It's really lacking in heart. The captain has nothing to do with it, it is disobedient, and the captain can't be its master. The captain is really interesting, the mouth is hard when the mushroom is soft, and now it's good, the mushroom is hard and the mouth is soft. Began begging for mercy. It's late. Who would listen to him in such a situation? The female generals laughed, and the captain was thrown to the ground by them, leaving him alone. The male generals also laughed, coughing vigorously, and their faces were flushed.

None of the male generals came up to help the captain. It's not easy to help. After all, which male general has not been tricked by the female generals? No one will help anyone. No one dared. Whoever helps has to sell mushrooms bare-assed. Although this kind of thing happens often, every time it is fresh, laughing, happy, and relieved. But the joke is laughing, and the farmer has kept such a rule for generations, and such jokes are limited to men and women who have given birth. There is another point that is even more important, it doesn't matter if the female generals move the male generals, it doesn't matter how out of line. But the male general is not allowed to touch the hand of the female general, absolutely not. The male general moves the hands of the female general, that is, eating tofu, which is very low, not exciting. The men can't do what they do. It's been such an unwritten rule for generations.

The female generals made big jokes, and the yellow flower girls who did not leave the cabinet were not far away, separated by seven or eight feet, and did not avoid it. In fact, they still avoided it. They don't look at it. Everything in front of them has nothing to do with them. Although their ears knew what was happening not far away, hearing but not hearing meant that nothing had happened. is still solemn, and there is a nervous face. Of course they did. But it doesn't matter if you hear it, who can prove that you heard it? The main thing is that you can't make it look like you hear it, and especially, you can't make it look like you understand it. If you understand, you're wrong. So, generally speaking, no matter how shy the girls are, they won't stand up and walk away, and when they walk away, it means that you understand, but you go around yourself. How can you understand that? It's dishonorable, it's not serious. The girls gathered together calmly, saying what to say or what to say. It's just that they all keep their heads down, and no one looks at other people's faces. In fact, I don't dare to look at it. Their faces are red, it's the kind of headless red, I'm red, you're red. Everyone doesn't look at each other, and embarrassment is avoided. It's the collective tacit understanding. Why are the girls able to understand some details when they get married? I have understood it for a long time. When they have passed the door, given cubs, and nursed their children, they will have the right to mix in like their predecessors. After all, it's not a big thing, isn't it the thing in the crotch, isn't it the thing in the crotch?

Duan Fang lay on the ridge and didn't say a word. He plucked a vetch from the wheat field, put it in his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it in his stomach, and made a little whistle out of the pea's husk, put it in his mouth, and slowly blew a little tune. Although Duan Fang is also a male general, he didn't get married after all, and it was not easy to mix with anything. If an unmarried boy does not know how to be careful at such a time, he will have problems finding a daughter-in-law in the future. Duanfang turned his head sideways to look at it a few times, then closed his eyes again. Fortunately, the pain in my calf has loosened a lot at this time, and I can bear it. The laughter of the female generals was in his ears, and they were extremely happy, and finally they bargained for a big bargain, and they went crazy with joy. There are a lot of laughs like this. Croppers do two things in their lives, first, plant crops, and second, harvest crops. If you don't have a little fun for yourself, who will bring the fun to your doorstep and shoehorn it in through the crack in the door? So, it's up to you. Duan Fang thought, it won't take a few days, and that's it, in addition to planting crops and harvesting crops, that is, using your own crotch to make others happy, or using other people's crotch to make yourself happy, this can only be the case. What are the thoughts of five years of elementary school? What are the thoughts of two years of junior high school? What are the thoughts of two years of high school? It is better to lie on this soil from the beginning. Lying on the side, blowing a small tune in his mouth, but in his heart there was a sudden fear of the dirt under his back. And hate. Dirt, it's nothing else, it's dirt after all, it's no heart and no lungs, and it's going to hold your whole life on top of it, until you end up being a piece of dirt. Duan Fang suddenly heard the captain speak loudly, and the captain said angrily: "Go to work, go to work, mom,, go to work!" This is the end of the condolence performance. The silence that came out of thin air seemed to be an unexpected blow to Duan Fang, and Duan Fang thought, it seems that this is the end of my life. A wave of frustration welled up in Duan Fang's heart, and a despair that didn't come to his heart hit him, and he was sour. The whistle in his mouth also stopped. Duan Fang didn't open his eyes, and suddenly heard a dry cough from his father. Father had another dry cough. Duan Fang was excited, and when he remembered it, it was time to work. Duan Fang sighed deeply, go to work, go to work.