After eating, Cang Hai went to work in the field with peace, Cang Jing and Lin Zhijing naturally went with him, Cang Jing did not plant at home, but it seems that the two of them plan to behave well, so that the people in the village can accept Lin Zhijing faster.

Shi Wei stayed at home, took care of Mengmeng, prepared lunch, and had to shoulder the work of cooking mung bean soup for the big guy who worked, anyway, everyone had something to do at this time.

When I arrived at the livestock shed at the entrance of the village, I found that all the old men in the village had arrived, and now they were sitting around the machine, smoking and chatting in the shade of the trees.

Not only the old people living in the village arrived, but even Cang Shigui, Cang Shiyuan and Li Hui came, everyone squatted together happily, chatting very warmly, and even the voice of the voice was full of joy.

Seeing Canghai coming, they all changed from squatting to standing.

Li Liren smiled and said to Canghai: "Haiwazi, your breakfast is too grinding, the elders have been waiting for you for half an hour, and you kid doesn't know how to get up earlier."

Cang Shigui, who stood up, saw his daughter Cang Jing and Lin Zhijing coming together, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, accompanied by a cold snort.

But he snorted, so that he didn't say anything about the two of them, obviously Lin Zhijing was not as eager to kill this little rabbit cub as he was yesterday.

Because Cang Shigui was displeased, others were even more difficult to say anything to Cang Jing and Lin Zhijing, so the villagers smiled at the two, even if they said hello, and because of Cang Shigui's performance, no one now has the heart to joke with Cang Jing and Lin Zhijing, but fortunately, the scene is only slightly embarrassing, but the atmosphere is still good.

Canghai smiled when he heard this: "What do I do, everyone moves, these machines are not complicated, you can all drive them back, why don't you dare to move?"

Li Liren said with a smile: "We don't have a lot of words in total, and our comprehension is not as good as that of you young people, and we are all new machines, we are afraid of breaking them, don't start the work before you start to do it."

Canghai understood, it turned out that a group of people were afraid of breaking the machine. This situation is also understandable, in the hearts of the villagers these machines are very important, for the first time in their lives there are so many machines in the village, which is a great thing for them.

These brand-new machines made them a little afraid, for fear that their clumsiness would break these precious machines.

It's like a person who just got a driver's license and bought the first car in his life, that's called a cherish, at least two or three times a month, and the small bumps and wipes have to go to the fourth son's store immediately to paint, and they have to wait for the freshness to pass before they can be built.

Canghai has never played with these machines, but Canghai is bold, and secondly, he has money in his pocket, so he is not afraid of breaking this machine, the most expensive is only seventy or eighty thousand, Canghai will not blink an eye if he buys ten, and the money in his pocket is enough.

After taking the manual, Canghai read it directly on the spot.

The harvester is not a high-end product, it is not the kind of wheat that is directly harvested in the field, and the ears are returned to the ears and stems, this kind of harvester is to harvest the wheat, cut the wheat and put it down in the field, and it also needs people to tie up the wheat and transport it to the thresher to the side of the thresher to thresh and remove the bran in order to finally get the grain.

The machine is very simple, Canghai is familiar with it and goes up to fiddle, it didn't take five minutes to figure out a whole set of processes, drive a machine to the nearest field to try it, along the edge of the field to play back and forth is the same, the machine walked through the place left two neat rows of wheat stalks.

"You young people are still smart!" Hu Shijie smiled and put his hand on it.

Under the guidance of Canghai, the village chief Hu was the first to play with the harvester, the old man was very excited, he didn't even smoke the usual dry tobacco nest, and today he directly replaced it with a pack of twenty cigarettes with a straight mouth, and climbed into the harvester after a circle, while playing with a cigarette in his mouth and praising Canghai in his mouth.

I don't know, I thought the old man was driving a Lamborghini, and I was at the door of the bar.

"I'll try, I'll try!" Li Lida couldn't help it a little, seeing that Hu Shijie drove it very quickly, he also wanted to try to drive a harvester.

"Isn't there one in the village, you can't drive it over, why rob it with me?"

Hu Shijie didn't want to let go, stretched out his head and watched the harvester twist the wheat neatly into the machine, and then magically came out of the right hand side and stacked it on the right side of the harvester, turned his head and looked behind him, two rows of golden wheat stalks were neatly lying into two wheat lines, and it was called a beauty in his heart.

"Big brother went to open it, can this still be talked about me? Come down, let me give it a try, you have driven a few times" Li Lida said that he was about to climb up the harvester.

Canghai now has an urge to cover his face, the two old men together are more than a hundred, how to look at the harvester is like two children grabbing toys, I can't help but wonder in my heart: Is the harvester really so fun?

Canghai can't understand the mood of the villagers at the moment, they used to swing a sickle and bend over to cut wheat in the field, grab a handful of chopping a knife, a drop of sweat fell eight times to collect the wheat from the ground, now as long as they sit firmly on the harvester, so back and forth, less than ten minutes, they did the work of two or three hours of work alone, can their mood not be excited?

There is no harm if there is no comparison, and now this efficiency shows how inefficient they used to work.

Here Canghai watched the two old men grab the harvester, and there was another harvester behind him, and Canghai turned his head to find that the other harvester had also been driven to his side.

Canghai walked over and taught the essentials, and soon Li Liren, Li Licheng and Uncle Wei Wenkui also learned it, so this harvester began to work in the wheat field of the third uncle's house.

"Haiwazi, you go back to the village, teach those mothers-in-law how to use that threshing machine, we can do it, Ping'an, Shiyuan and Shigui, the three of you take the hand in hand to transport the wheat back with a livestock cart, and the wheat transported back will be threshed by the mother-in-law in the village, remember to come one by one, don't get confused when the time comes" Li Liren assigned the task.

Li Liren didn't snatch his eldest brother, and looked at Li Licheng who was sitting on the harvester with a flying face.

Canghai, who took over the new task, couldn't stay in the field any longer, and seeing that these old men were all on the rise, he specified that he wouldn't be able to touch the harvester this year, so he took a step back to the village.

When I returned to the village, I took out the manual for the harvester, and after five or six minutes, Canghai knew how to use it, and when I was waiting for the ugly donkey to send the first cart of wheat to Ping'an, Canghai only pressed a button, and the three grandmothers already knew how to send the wheat on the cart head inside to the machine.

"Look! It's still a good machine, I don't know how many times I used to use the crooked pole to knock the wheat down, but now you see that as soon as the pole goes in, the millet will come out, and the pole will hit clean and fast" Liu Aifen looked at the golden husked wheat and fell into the bucket from another exit, and soon the bucket was full.

The bucket was full, and a new bucket was replaced with a new bucket to receive food. Canghai dragged the full bucket to the side of the shelling machine, directly carried the bucket on his shoulder, poured the shelled wheat particles in the bucket into the bucket of the thresher, and as soon as the machine was opened, soon the husked grain flowed out of the mouth of the machine and fell back into a bucket on the ground.

On one side of the grain out of the wheat husk from the other side also came out, these wheat husks are bran, can be used to feed livestock, generally used in the countryside to feed pigs, water and Shanghe is the cheapest pig feed, can also be fed to chickens, of course, when poor people also eat this thing.

With the truckload of wheat transported, there are more and more millet, but at this time Canghai can no longer intervene, with the uncle, the third aunt, plus the three grandmothers, they have completely taken over the work of threshing and bran removal, and Canghai was driven to the field by them.

Back in the field, Canghai found that he couldn't intervene, there were Hu Shijie and Li Licheng who drove the harvester, and there were more people who bundled wheat, Ping'an, Li Liren, Li Lida and Wei Wenkui, a bundle of wheat is two or three seconds, and the least Ping An has been tied for almost ten years, where is the speed that Canghai, a reading baby, can compare.

Seeing the ease of other people's bundling, he pulled up four or five wheat stalks, twisted them, and then stretched them out under a handful of wheat stalks, and tightened his knees and hands, and tied up a sturdy bundle of wheat after a few rounds, as if playing.

Canghai tried to tie up without two bundles, just because the bundle of wheat was unqualified, either the small bundle of wheat was too little, or it seemed to be bundled, and he reached out and lifted the whole bundle of wheat and scattered it to the ground, so he was quickly driven aside by others who were in the way.

I want to go to pick up wheat, but I found that there are not many in the ground, and I am anxious to show that Cang Jing and Lin Zhijing have time to talk and laugh when they follow the machine to pick up, and it is not a matter for Canghai to intervene in it.

So just when everyone was busy, Canghai found that he had nothing to do!

Hu Shijie played back and forth, saw Canghai standing on the ground, stopped the machine and asked.

"Forget it, didn't you say that you want to set up a terraced field to keep for rice planting next year, it just so happens that you don't have anything to do now, just dig your own rice field," Hu Shijie said.

Canghai asked, "Is this appropriate?"

Hu Shijie said: "If there is anything inappropriate, you can't just watch it here."

"Why don't I drive a tractor and plow the ground?" Canghai said.

Hu Shijie said: "Where to plough now, when the wheat stalk is there, you have to put the wheat stalk in the ground and burn it, add some fertilizer to the field and then plow."

"It's not good, the whole country doesn't allow wheat stalks to be burned in the fields," Canghai said.

Hu Shijie's eyes glared: "What if you don't burn it, you can't let the wheat stalks rot in the village, even if you start a fire, it won't take so much, and besides, the wheat stalks have been burned for thousands of years and there is no haze, and now the haze is so bad that we farmers are complaining about burning the wheat stalks!"

Hu Shijie doesn't understand this policy too much, and Sijiaping here says that thousands of miles of uninhabited people is a bit exaggerated, and there must be uninhabited for fifty miles, and the more the loess ditch goes in, there are fewer people, even if it is burning wheat stalks, it is not a big problem. Guan Jian is that the wheat planted in Sijiaping Village is really too small, and the total is not as much as one percent of an administrative village along the coast. It doesn't matter if you burn it or not.

Canghai heard that he really had nothing to do, so he turned around and went back to the village, and drove the excavator out, and Canghai, who drove the excavator, did not choose to cross the river, but drove along the village to the east, turned a small dirt slope, and arrived at the location of the rice field selected by Canghai.

The slope here is gentle, the slope is not big and the sun is facing, anyway, in addition to planting wheat here in Sijiaping Village, there is nothing else to say about two seasons a year, they are all one season a year, and rice is naturally even worse, so the rice field is almost the same as choosing a sunny land.

When he arrived at the place, Canghai started the excavator and began to dig his own rice field on the slope almost two meters high from the valley, all of which were loess excavators and it was not difficult to dig up.

Of course, the efficiency of people like Canghai is naturally not as good as those Lan Xiang excavator students, but fortunately, Canghai does not have so many requirements, just dig out a rice field on the slope that is about the width of the excavator, and when the rice is harvested, the harvester only needs to make a round trip to harvest this rice field.