"This was originally the threshing floor of Heping Village, and then our villages were merged, and the land in our village was developed, but the villagers still couldn't adapt to the life of living in buildings, so our village committee decided to make use of the barren mountains in the east to plant some crops or cash crops, and the flat ones were planted with wheat and corn, and the ones that were not easy to get were planted with other crops.

No, now that the wheat is ripe, there is no threshing floor, and a few of us have made the abandoned land in Heping Village into a threshing floor, but now we have money, and there are fewer people who grow wheat, and they are all old guys. ”

The two were talking, and they had already arrived at the place, and after stopping the car, a group of people gathered around.

"Yo, Lao Xu, have you bought a car?"

"Buy a fart, it's someone else's. ”

After chatting with a group of acquaintances for a while, Director Xu began to make a mess, pointing to a wheat field behind the threshing floor and introducing it to Song Zhong.

"This is our wheat, and if we don't cut it, it will be ripe...... But hard work is hard work, the flour we grow ourselves and grind is still better than the flour we bought. ”

"Uh...... Yes, the director is right, the ground flour is delicious. ”

"Hmm...... It's just that it's too troublesome to cut the wheat, and these are flat mountainous areas, and the harvesters can't get in......"

"That'...... This ......"

Before Song Zhong could understand, he saw Director Xu take out a sharpened shiny sickle from his bag and hand it to Song Zhong with a smile.

"You know, uncle's waist is not very good, or ...... You just cut it for your uncle, anyway, you're fine in the afternoon, just exercising, uncle said to you, you young people can't sit in the office every day, Duya is healthy. Go ahead, when the time is over, grind it into flour and give you some to taste, it's fragrant. ”

"I ......"

Song Zhong was directly stunned, looked at the sickle in his hand, and then looked at the wheat field behind him, he was about to vomit blood, and said in his heart that I haven't cut wheat when I'm so big?

Director Xu pushed him, smiled and pointed to the bundled wheat next to him.

"Go ahead, I have to take advantage of the good weather to grind out all the wheat I cut the other day...... If you pile it up again, I'm afraid it will have to sprout. ”

Song Zhong was pushed into the wheat field, cried with a sickle, snapped at his face, and scolded in a low voice.

"Let you be cheap!

He is a southerner, let alone cutting wheat, it is the first time he has seen it, how can he cut it?

Holding a sickle around in the wheat field, there was no place to start, and I didn't know whether to cut from the middle or from the bottom.

"What's the matter? Can't cut? Come, give me the scythe, and I'll teach you." ”

If he was amnestied, he hurriedly handed the sickle to Director Xu, and saw Director Xu take the sickle, then clamped it in his armpit, and then spit on the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands, and took the sickle!

Then he squatted down and tilted his head and shouted at him.

"Look, my left hand drooped naturally, and I opened my arm to clamp the wheat, and then cut it with a sickle...... Be sure to keep your legs apart, but don't cut your feet. ”

"Try to cut the wheat stubble a little lower, otherwise the rotary tiller will not be able to plough the land at that time. ”

"After cutting, put it on the ground, and when it's done, carry it over there and pile it up. Okay, you cut it and try it!"

After Director Xu finished speaking, he handed the sickle to Song Zhong again, looking at the sickle that was stained with spit just now, Song Zhong was ten thousand unwilling.

Seeing that Song Zhong's cutting posture was not bad, Director Xu smiled and added oil to him, and then turned around to get the wheat he cut a few days ago.

After the wheat is ripe, there is a very troublesome procedure.

If there is a harvester, it is naturally very convenient, harvest it directly, and sieve off the dead branches and leaves inside to dry.

If the sun is good, it only needs to be dried for a day or two for the wheat to lose its moisture, so that it will dry out and harden, making it easy to store.

If you eat it yourself, you will collect it in the granary, and if you want to sell it, you will wait for the second-tier seller who collects the grain to come and find a good price to sell it.

But if there is no harvester, or because of the terrain and other problems that cause the harvester to not enter, it can only be cut by hand.

Push up for more than ten years, when many places in the north have not been mechanized, every year from May to August, the streets are full of people from other places rushing to cut wheat, this kind of group, like the mountain city Bangbang Army, also has a resounding title, they are called Maike!!

The symbol of the Bangbang Army is the stick and the rope, and the symbol of the Mack is the sickle and the straw hat.

Squatting on the side of the road, chatting in groups, waiting for the bosses who need to hire people to arrive. The old-fashioned wheat customer can cut three acres of wheat a day by himself!

Because the wheat has to be transferred to the threshing floor, if it is a long way, it is afraid that the wheat grains will be scattered during transportation, so most wheat customers will twist the wheat straw into a knot, tie it in units of one hug of thickness, and stand in the ground, this is to prevent the wheat from getting damp next to the ground.

The sturdy bales are then packed and pulled out by rack trucks and sent to the threshing floor for further processing.

Wheat without a harvester is the most spectacular, and if you let the children go through the process now, they will definitely not waste food in the future.

The bundled wheat is sent to the threshing floor, and if there is a threshing machine, the wheat will be removed with a threshing machine, and the process can be easier, but if there is no threshing machine, it will be painful.

First of all, you have to untie all the bundled wheat, then spread it evenly into a circle, hang a mill with a tractor, and grind it around the circle.

While grinding, a person standing in it has to turn over at the same time, and the turned wheat continues to be milled until the wheat stalks are as thin as paper.

Then use a three-strand fork to flip and shake all the wheat grains to the bottom, and pick the wheat stalks with the top wheat grains off to the side, which is the wheat straw.

Wheat straw is also an important raw material for making paper, and some farmers do not want to sell it, so they pile up their own wheat straw stacks and keep them for cooking on the fire or heating in winter.

What is left below is the wheat grains mixed with the wheat husk, and at this time, you have to use a broom to sweep away the top wheat husk.

In the process of sprinkling, the wheat husk will be blown to the other side by the wind because it is light, and the wheat will fall to the foot because it sinks, so as to perfectly realize the separation of wheat and wheat husk, this process is called 'Yangmai'.

Wheat straw is good for cooking, and wheat husks are mostly used for heating in winter because of their low density and long burning time.

In the end, the wheat that has been collected has to be removed from the husk and dust sandwich with a sieve and dustpan, leaving the cleanest wheat kernels before it can be bagged and pulled back.

After drying and dehydration, you can pull it to the mill to grind the flour, and the wheat seed coat that is taken off by grinding the flour is called wheat bran, also called wheat bran, the so-called bran that eats bran and swallows vegetables, is this thing! It is useless for people, but for pigs, it is the staple food, and the wheat bran is pulled back by the locals to stumble over water to feed the pigs, which is the most economical.

At this point, the crops who have worked hard for a year can eat fresh flour.

At present, most people in the north have stopped planting wheat, because the economic production capacity of one mu of wheat is too low, and after deducting the investment in seeds, irrigation, pesticides, fertilizers, and machinery, the remaining profit is only three or four hundred yuan.

It is better for young people to do odd jobs casually, so these people in Pan Village and Sihuan Village are now only middle-aged and elderly people who farm.

They are reluctant to let the land be barren, and they can't adapt to the life of being idle every day, eating enough and waiting for death. I took advantage of these mountains and cultivated some of my own crops.

Therefore, there is not much land that each family can share, and Director Xu, his wife, son and daughter-in-law, the four of them only divided two acres of land.