In September, the sky is like a sapphire covering the earth, wiped by the autumn wind unusually clean, so blue that there is no trace of clouds, only the blazing sun in the sky scorching the earth, making people unable to open their eyes and dare not look directly. Although it has entered autumn, the aftermath of midsummer has not retreated, and the taste of soaking in sweat all day long, the feeling of touching and hot hands is the same as in previous years.

The difference is that September on the ground is no longer golden, people's faces are no longer happy, the rice and wheat in the fields are shriveled and weak, the autumn wind blows, it is no longer a full sound of tinkling, there is no water in the paddy fields, occasionally you can see the shells of the field shells that have been dead for a long time stuck in the soil, and the toads have also dug their nests deeper. The newly planted spinach and radish seedlings in the vegetable field are listless due to insufficient watering, and I don't know if I will survive this autumn.

The villagers on the edge of the ridge are no longer as happy as before, and they are all excited at this time of year. Wherever they were idle on the ridges as they are now, they either stood or squatted, and some even sat on the side of the road smoking cigarettes, just ignoring the work in the fields.

"It's too much. One of the bare-chested villagers wearing a straw hat on the edge of the ridge threw the hoe in his hand into the ground, and sat on the edge of the ridge with his nostrils opening and closing in anger.

"How can this be, the food is gone, and I'm still a fart. ”

Xing Dagui sucked the cigarette gun in his hand, and the smoke rings he spit out floated upwards one by one, so that he unconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"Hmph, who said it wasn't, anyway, it's a pot of rice that you eat as much as you do, and you still have to work so hard. ”

Although Fu Dazhu, who was standing next to him, usually felt that Xing Dagui was lazy and cowardly, and he didn't like to deal with this person very much, he agreed with what he said today.

"What are we peasants trying to do, aren't we just trying to get the grain in this field? If we work hard all year long, if we can't get the grain distributed, why should we work so hard? ”

Fu Dazhu's words expressed the common aspirations of many men, women and children around him, and it was also from this day that people were no longer diligent, and the sun rose and the sun set and rested, and most of them felt that since there was no food and only work from now on, they began to mix up the work. It's a simple job that a child can do like weeding, and dozens of people rush to do it. Chen Haipo, the captain of the production team who has never asked about farming, is unaware, he sits in the high hall every day and drinks coarse tea, and he has already handed over the affairs to his son, he only occasionally visits the canteen or the field, he also sees that there seems to be something wrong, but he just thinks that everyone is rushing to work.

Chen Tianba is different from Chen Haibo, he is a doer, and the decline in production this year made Chen Tianba alarmed, and immediately began to adjust the number of meals served in the canteen, from three meals a day to two meals a day, and the big white steamed buns were also canceled.

"Rest assured, this is all temporary, in order to support the development of agriculture in the country, I have to do this, but I, Chen Tianba, will never starve everyone, the canteen will not run away here, and the grain is very safe in the granary. ”

Chen Tianba stood on the high platform on the dam, calming the restless crowd in the audience, but he didn't see much effect.

"What about the deceitful ghosts?" the third aunt pursed her lips and whispered to the sixth woman.

"But no, at the beginning, I had three meals a day, how long can I eat? ”

The words of the sixth woman made He Wenbi seem to have an understanding, "Sure enough, there is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not firm." How old is he, what can he do? I don't think we're far from hungry. ”

"Isn't your Xingguihua and Chen Tianba,,, so close, are you still hungry?" The third aunt's meaningful eyes and words made He Wenbi immediately put his family and Xingguihua aside.

"Third aunt, don't talk nonsense everywhere, we are separated, and the bewitching J goods like Xing Guihua have nothing to do with our family, we are innocent. ”

The expression of "why don't I believe it so much" on the faces of the third aunt and the sixth woman made He Wenbi quickly leave this place of right and wrong, and immediately called the two girls after returning home, telling them to stay away from Xingguihua, otherwise they would make a commotion.

In Graphite Village, Fu Dazhu is a tinkerer, although his physical strength is not very good, and he can't earn a few jobs, but fortunately, all of them are sons, all of whom are strong. But these strong sons also eat a lot, and they are used to eating three meals a day, and suddenly let them become two meals, and the two meals are thin, which really makes them unbearable, and they are crazy when they are hungry.

On this day, the brothers waited in the cafeteria for a long time and finally arrived, and they were already so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs, but what was in front of them was porridge that was clearer than the previous day, saying that the porridge was not right, it should be sweet potato soup. Angry, he threw the porcelain bowl in his hand into the rice bucket, splashing half a meter high.

"Is there rice in here? There's a fart!" Fu Chun snatched the big spoon in Wang San's hand and stirred it into the bucket, only a few grains of rice were sparsely pulled inside.

Wang San usually relies on Chen Tianba's strength to show off his might, but at this moment, he is surrounded by several brothers of the Fu family, but he can't help trembling, afraid of being beaten.

"What are you ,,, you doing?"

"Hmph, what are we going to do? I want to ask you what you want to do, you have taken all the food from us, and now you are giving us food, but you are eating the hays behind your back, and give us back the food, otherwise you will be comfortable. Fu Chun led Wang San with one hand, his eyes widened and threatened

In the past few days, the villagers have seen what Chen Haibo and his son have done, and they are already full of resentment, and after listening to these words that speak to their hearts, they don't want to endure it anymore.

"Yes, yes, return the food to us, we won't join the canteen. ”

"Shut down the cafeteria, shut it down. ”

Under the leadership of the Fu brothers, the canteen was swept away by the villagers and eaten cleanly. Wang San, who was beaten like a pig's head, didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly went to Chen Haibo to sue the letter.

"What? How did you do it, do it like this?" Chen Haibo walked around the room, but he didn't know what to do, the canteen and the granary were two big pieces of fat, if there was no canteen, there would be no granary, no granary, what he ate and what he drank.

"What should I do?"

Chen Tianba saw that his father's forehead was sweating urgently, and quickly stood up from the stool,

"Dad, you are the president of the commune, and the secretary of the county party committee is standing behind you, what are you afraid of? Don't they just want to go back to the grain home and cook it themselves, so we will treat people to dismantle the stove and take all the iron pots to make steel, which is a great achievement in response to the country's policy and support the country's industrial undertakings." ”

When Chen Haibo heard his son's words, he smashed his right hand on the palm of his left hand with a fist, and said happily,

"Yes, yes, I will immediately report to the secretary of the county party committee, submit an application, and see what else these people can do, fight with me, hum"