Before I went down the mountain, except for the village, I heard the sudden sound of a tractor, and then a tractor from the next village pulled a cart of rice and set off. As soon as the tractor drove by, Fang Zheng could even smell the aroma of rice inside. On this day, almost every household was busy with the autumn harvest, and there were not a few people in the whole village, and the guards relied on a few local dogs.

Since Meng Meng was abducted, the people in the village don't dare to be careless, even if it's the autumn harvest, they will take their children with them.

"Master, where have all the people gone?" asked the red boy curiously.

"I've gone to harvest rice, and my task today is to help harvest rice. Whoever does a lot of work, add dinner at night!" Fang Zheng said with a smile.

The villagers are kind to Yizhi Temple, and in return, Fang Zheng always has to do something for them. What's more, his disciples really need to have more contact with people outside and understand things outside. The most important thing is that these guys are idle in the mountains every day, and they make trouble if they have nothing to do, so it is better to throw them down and find some work to do.

Sure enough, as soon as I heard that there was something to eat, I was full of enthusiasm one by one.

"Master, we're not the kind of people who eat well! Just say, what's the matter, my paws are already hungry and thirsty!" cried out the squirrel, waving his little hands.

Fang Zheng directly gave him a violent shudder, played him a fart, and then looked at the other ones with anxious looks, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, out of the village, some work will be done for you." ”

Out of the village, both sides of the village road are already a piece of gold, the golden rice fields extend to the end of the horizon, separated by a windbreak forest in the middle, even so, look up, the sky and the earth are connected, the sky is blue, the ground is golden, the golden sunlight sprinkles the earth, the rice fields are reflected in a golden ocean, the golden shine! In the autumn wind, the rice waves are wave after wave, like the blue waves on the sea, some birds and birds secretly fly down to eat the rice ears, like the seagulls into the sea to steal fish......

Asking Daoxiang, Fang Zheng couldn't help but exclaim: "It's another year of bumper harvest, it's so good......"

"Master, I didn't expect the rice to be so beautiful when it was ripe. "The red boy is not tall, just a head taller than the wheat, and he can't see far with his feet, so he can only keep jumping and jumping in desperation. Yizhi Village just falls at the junction of mountains and plains, and after Yizhi Mountain is the Tongtian Mountain Range, which is undulating and stretching for thousands of miles. On the other side of Yizhi Mountain, there is an endless plain, which is just right for growing crops such as corn and rice. This was also the only source of income for the village in the past.

Fang Zheng smiled: "It's beautiful when it's not ripe, but you don't know how to appreciate it." Wait, the real beauty is not now...... It's beautiful in the evening. ”

As soon as Fang Zheng said this, the red boys, squirrels, lone wolves, and monkeys were all curious, and the evening was more beautiful? Why? The little ones began to silently look forward to the early evening.

"Let's go, go in and have a look!" the red boy waved his hand and was about to rush into the rice field to play with his brothers in a low voice.

Fang Zheng grabbed the red boy who was running around and reprimanded: "Don't run around, if you trample on other people's crops, you can't afford to pay for your teacher." ”

Although he had money, Fang Zheng never thought of spending money indiscriminately. Money, although Fang Zheng likes it, he is not greedy, just enough to live. As for more money, there is still a big gap in the expansion of the temple, so let's save it......

Walking on the road with his apprentices, I could see the villagers of Yizhi Village from a distance, wearing shabby clothes from the past, standing in the fields, patrolling back and forth, and I didn't know what they were doing.

"Excuse me, this mage, may I ask, is there anyone in the village cutting rice?" At this moment, an urn sounded, with a slight northwest accent.

Fang Zheng looked back and saw five men and women, with two children, both men and women, carrying thick quilts, sickles and other tools, even children, helping to carry a lot of things. These people were dark-skinned, rough-skinned, weather-washed, and their eyes were tired and longing, as if they were expecting Fang Zheng's affirmative answer.

Among a few people, only two children have bright eyes, ignorance seems to be full of curiosity about the world, and a little afraid of strangers, especially looking at lone wolves and monkeys, it is like looking at monsters, novelty, and more fear. The two little ones hid behind their parents and secretly looked at Fang Zheng and the others.

Seeing the appearance of these people, it was obvious that they were hard-working people who had been exposed to the wind and sun all the year round, and Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, how many donors, are you Maike?"

Maike, this profession has always existed in the Northeast, but in the Northeast, this is not called Maike, the name of each place is different, there is generally no unified name on the side of the village, just call them "helpers", "invited people", "cut rice" and so on. The name Maike came from the south, and this name is much better than the previous name, and everyone recognizes it, first, it is a good name, and secondly, it also seems to respect others.

Maike first originated in Shaanxi, Gansu and Ningxia, in order to make a living, every year when the wheat harvest season, there will be a large number of migrant workers carrying sickles out to help people harvest wheat to earn a certain fee and improve their lives. This kind of behavior is called a wheat field, and the person who drives the wheat field is called a wheat customer.

'Maike' and 'Swordsman' are in the same vein, the latter does not collect wheat, but is a Guanzhong warrior who takes care of the home for others, like a bodyguard.

However, in the Northeast, there are naturally no wheat customers from the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningbo region, after all, it is too far away. Generally, the wheat customers who come to Yizhi Village to help harvest rice are all villagers from nearby villages, and everyone is familiar with them. No one wants to be lazy, everyone grabs it, this is the market.

However, the people in front of them are very eye-catching, and they are obviously not villagers from nearby villages. Moreover, listening to the accent, it is not a heavy accent in the Northeast, but a little bit of the flavor of northern Shaanxi. Could it be that the McKee over there is coming over here? But...... Is it possible? The village is so remote......

Although there are countless questions in his heart, they are just a flash in Fangzheng's heart.

The man at the head was very honest, and when he heard Fang Zheng ask, he immediately nodded and said, "Yes, we are from Shaanxi." Master, do you know that there are people nearby looking for help cutting rice?"

Fang Zheng looked at the rice brushed around him, and it was already cold and dewy, and it would be difficult for everyone to do it if they didn't harvest the frost for a while. Fang Zheng nodded and said, "The poor monk knows where someone needs help, but the people in the village generally have regular helpers. ”

"Ah...... That'......" The man listened, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

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