Guan Hongda was a good talker, and after he finished talking about it, he asked the villagers to go home, and even Guan Yungang was let go back by him, and he didn't worry about him running away at all.

Just when everyone was talking about going home, Guan Hongda said loudly to Guan Yunshan: "Yunshan, it's so late now, you drive to the market to buy some food, and let's entertain the guests in a while!"

A group of people heard that Guan Hongda really asked Guan Yunshan to buy wine and food, and some people couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Guan Yunshan walked in front of Guan Hongda, "Do you really want to go to the town to buy wine and food?

Guan Hongda scolded in a low voice: "Idiot, who told you to go shopping for groceries? You go to the township police station now, go to Hong Xingang, ask them to send a few more people, you drive them over, don't let people know!"

Hong Xingang is the director of the Fengshan Township Police Station, and Guan Yunshan is a classmate. Many years later, Hong Xingang was transferred to a nearby county town as the director of the Public Security Bureau, and since then there has been less contact between the two sides, and later Guan Hongda died.

Guan Yunshan suddenly realized, "Oh, Dad, it's still thoughtful!"

What their father and son said did not hide it from Guan Zizai, and after being heard by the old man, Guan Zizai shook his head and smiled: "Hongda, you kid is still so cunning!"

He looked at Guan Xiaojun, "Little grandson, you can't learn from your grandfather in the future." ”

Guan Xiaojun said: "I know, I don't learn from my grandfather, I learn from you, I also want to live to be a hundred years old, and I will be a grandfather in the future!"

Guan Zizai laughed, "Ambitious, do you want to be a grandfather in the future at such a young age?"

The people in the courtyard couldn't help but laugh when they heard Guan Xiaojun speak childishly, and the unhappiness brought by Guan Yungang just now was also slightly alleviated at this time.

After ten o'clock in the evening, Guan Yunshan drove back from the township, and he was accompanied by more than a dozen policemen, led by a tall and thin person, in his thirties, who was Hong Xingang.

After a group of people walked into the compound with cigarettes, alcohol, sugar and tea, Guan Hongda arranged them in the wing room in the backyard, "You all go to bed now, and when I call you, you can get up again." ”

Hong Xingang smiled and said: "Uncle Hongda, why are you so troublesome, you said that I should arrest someone, I will arrest them now, I dare to provoke you, what a big boldness!"

Guan Hongda glared at him, "Xingang, you have to have rules in everything you do! You are a person in the system, and you must abide by the rules in the future, otherwise you won't be able to go long!"

Hong Xingang's heart froze, and he nodded: "Yes, Uncle Hongda, I know!"

After arranging these people, Guan Hongda and his son set up the wine and food in the lobby of the room, turned on the large tape recorder with two speakers at home, played a piece of opera, turned down the volume, lit a few candles, and then sat in the room and waited for someone to come.

At this time, there were no wires in the countryside, and at night, the lights were dark, and the only lighting equipment was kerosene lamps and candles.

It's just that in normal times, no one is willing to light candles, and the villagers go to the market to pour some kerosene as fuel.

This kerosene has to be saved, and a pound of kerosene costs a lot of money!

Just when Guan Hongda and his son were waiting, Guan Xiaojun had already fallen asleep, although his body had the soul of an adult, but after all, he was still a child, and he didn't have the energy to stay up late.

The key is that in this era, there is no TV, no telephone, and even the villain has few books, and there is basically no entertainment program at night, so it is impossible not to go to bed early.

Nothing was said all night.

When it was dawn, Guan Hongda's voice sounded again on the loudspeaker in the village, "I waited for you all night at home yesterday, and a total of three people came. I repeat, if there is anyone who has not come forward, you should come to my house quickly! Our village is a family, and everything is easy to say, if you don't take the initiative to come out, the rest of the matter will not be under my control!"

Guan Xiaojun rubbed his eyes and got up, secretly laughing in his heart: "How many fools are there for stealing things? How can these people take the initiative to stand up? Only those who steal less will take the initiative to apologize, and who dares to stand up for stealing more? You must know that a few hundred yuan at this time is not a small amount of money. ”

When he thought of this, he suddenly remembered something, and the sweat on his forehead immediately came down!

"This year is eighty-four!"

In the 83rd year, Taizong issued an instruction to "arrest a group, detain a group, and kill a group" in response to the current nationwide public security instability, and thus began a "one-size-fits-all" severe crackdown action.

In this kind of action, there are targets in every locality, and if the targets are not met, then the local leaders will be used to talk about things.

Although it has been eighty-four years now, the first wave has just passed, and the second wave should have begun.

If this matter is reflected to the above, Guan Yungang and these people will have to shed their skin if they don't die.

Although Guan Xiaojun hated villains like Guan Yungang, he didn't want to put them to death, but at this time, whether they died or lived depended on their luck.

It is now the busy wheat season, and the family members go to the wheat field to harvest wheat with sickles early in the morning, but Hongda stays at home and waits for the matter to be handled.

The busy wheat season is the most important time node for rural farmers, and the quality of the year's harvest depends on the ten days.

Even schools have to make way for wheat harvesting, and whenever the wheat is busy, after the small full, students from all over the country will have a ten-day "wheat holiday" so that students can go home to help harvest wheat.

The reason why it is said to be "harvested" is because it is often in the season when the wheat is ripe, and it is also the season when the weather changes most rapidly.

In the morning, the sky is still clear, and in the afternoon there may be heavy rain, and the weather forecast at that time is also inaccurate, in order to be able to rush back the wheat home on a sunny day, all rural families, at this time, are the whole family out to harvest the crops in the field.

Even children will go into battle with sickles, children around the age of five or six will stay at home to cook, and the younger ones will be tied to the family to run around.

There are a lot of children who are tethered and can walk.

Decades later, many five- and six-year-old children don't understand anything, but in this era, five- and six-year-old children can already cook, cook, herd sheep and feed cattle, although the Guan family is the richest man in the village, but when it is time to work, they also have to work, no different from other families.

In Guan Xiaojun's memory, what he hates the most is the busy wheat season, in the ten days of wheat harvesting, the whole family has kept up with the clockwork, and the nerves are tense all the time, afraid of rain, hail, and strong winds.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, I went to the wheat field to harvest wheat, because the weather was cool at this time, and the work efficiency was high, and when the sun came out, the whole person would have the illusion of being scorched, and the sun shone on the back of the tattered clothes, like a baking lamp, and the sweat kept dripping and falling.

Wheat mangs are pierced on the body, and the indescribable pricking is uncomfortable, and when you cut the wheat for one day, when you go home to sleep at night, you may not be able to sleep for half the night when you prick, and then you have to continue to dry it the next day.

At that time, there were no harvesters, and there were no threshers, so when each family harvested wheat, they would press out three or four points of land in the field in advance to make a wheat field, and after pressing the ground of the wheat field smooth and dry, they would dump the harvested wheat into the wheat field, and then spread it evenly.

After laying the wheat, the cows, horses and donkeys will pull the stone stone in the thick wheat pile to turn a large circle and a small circle to roll, after rolling for a long time, the livestock turn dizzy, and the people who lead the livestock in the wheat field circle are also tired and dizzy, plus the sun is shining, are tired and tired.

When the wheat straw was pressed into a thin, loose shape, the wheat was almost crushed, so he began to turn the wheat with a fork and pile the straw into the open space at the head of the field, forming a tall straw stack.

After the straw is picked up, what is left on the ground is the wheat grains and the wheat residue that has not been milled, and when the wheat grains are piled up, if the weather is good and windy, the male laborer will take a wooden shovel and raise the wheat high in the wind, and with the help of the wind, the dust and wheat husks in the wheat will be blown away, so that the wheat is considered clean.

This kind of harvesting wheat and threshing it with the most primitive tools has been passed down for many years in the history of China's agricultural civilization, until the appearance of the threshing machine in later generations, it can be regarded as gradually withdrawing from the stage of history.

This kind of high-intensity, high-physical activity is extremely tiring, and many times, during a break, leaning against the trunk of a tree, sitting and falling asleep.

Why did many peasants dream of going to the city and finding a job at that time?

It's really not everyone can stand this kind of high-intensity work, when it comes to the busy season, everyone will lose a few pounds, and they will be tanned and thin by the scorching sun, and there are people who are tired to death.

In Guan Xiaojun's memory, it seems that in a village not far away, there was an old man who had a year of wheat growing too well, and his family had a lot of land, but the labor was not enough, the anxious old man was soaked, and then somehow, in a hurry, he hanged himself!

Decades later, some people heard these things and felt unbelievable, but at that time, in the face of more than a dozen or even dozens of acres of wheat in the wheat fields, there were really people who had the idea of "it is better to let me die" to escape.