In recent years, with the continuous progress of society, people's lives have undergone earth-shaking changes, and now many things can be done without going out, and many goods can be controlled remotely to reach the home. Technology has changed the way people live, and it has also changed the way people communicate with each other.

In the depths of my memory, the adults always finished drinking tea before dawn and were busy in the field outside. Hearing the sound of talking outside the door, I opened my eyes in a daze, rubbed my eyes and walked out slowly. I found that in the night, a group of people were busy in the field. Although it was still far from the sun coming out, each of them wore a straw hat, and while they were busy, they talked and laughed, and they seemed extremely harmonious.

It's a good harvest season, and the adults are busy grinding wheat. After harvesting the wheat, they are pulled in front of their house by a rack cart, and after drying it, all the wheat is spread out, crushed by a tractor, and finally the wheat kernels are collected.

Since it takes a lot of labor to grind wheat, everyone helps each other, today you grind, tomorrow I grind. Therefore, this kind of scene is very lively, even more lively than the Chinese New Year.

At dawn, all the wheat was spread out in the center of the field. With the sudden roar of the tractor, the most handsome person in the audience appeared. He drove a strange-looking tractor into the yard and first made a few turns in the middle of the tall straw, which was ruthlessly overwhelmed by the tractor.

Watching the driver rise and fall on the tractor should be a very beautiful experience. When the tractor was resting halfway, we secretly climbed onto the tractor, imagining what it would be like to drive the tractor in circles, and as soon as the driver came out, he immediately jumped off the tractor and pretended to be nothing.

Later on, you'll understand why everyone wears a straw hat. It's not just sunscreen, the bigger use comes from soil protection, and when it comes to the start, the whole field is shrouded in soil fog, and everyone walks around in the soil fog and forks the milled wheat straw to a designated position.

The part I look forward to the most is when I break the haystack. On the high haystack, we are like Sun Dasheng who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago, constantly beating heels, wrestling desperately, and jumping hysterically. How big that haystack is, how big our stage is.

The best way to experience the cooperation of working people is Yangchang.

The tractor drives a fan, which rotates clockwise, causing a gust of wind on the opposite side of the fan. The "masters" were all fully armed and stood by opposite the fan.

As one of the people lifted the wheat to the ground, everyone rushed up, and threw the wheat into the air with a uniform pace, and the wind carried away the earth mist and wheat husk, leaving the golden wheat grains, which fell heavily to the ground.

Then a skilled trade appeared, and Grandpa came into the field with a new broom, and with a light step he set aside the debris on the wheat grains, and it was evident from Grandpa's way that he was an experienced farmer.

I asked my grandfather curiously, "Grandpa, why are you like a martial artist?"

Grandpa smiled and said to the people present: "Don't look at the list, this also requires a certain amount of skill, otherwise you won't be able to list the wheat!" After speaking, Grandpa continued to show his skills, and the people present watched this performance with great interest.

When it's getting dark, basically all the work is over. The wheat was neatly packed in bags, and my father and mother looked at the fruits of a year's hard work, their faces full of joy and satisfaction.

After his family's wheat was milled, his father went to help others every day, and it took nearly half a month to finish it.

At that time, everyone's economic conditions were not very good, but in order to thank the people who helped, there was basically enough beer, and they could buy as much as they could, and the same was true for watermelon. In the hot sun, hide in the shade and take a sip of beer, and feel good.

Later, there was a "detachment" that dispersed the group of people who cooperated. They no longer fight in groups, but choose to sweep the snow in front of their own production. Technology has helped people reduce their labor, but it has eliminated the most harmonious ways of cooperation, the laughter of the past has become the harsh roar of machines, the beer and watermelon of the past have become the exclusive use of one person, the drink has no taste, and the food is no longer sweet. People are grateful for the new gadgets brought by technology, after all, their emergence brings efficiency.

Maybe people are also nostalgic for that stage, sweating profusely, but happy.

From the reduction of the work of a group of people to the work of one person, we can't help but sigh at the speed of the progress of the times, and even more lament the convenience brought by social progress.