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The wild donkey's howl, Yang Erlang's strength, frightened the teachers and students of the entire campus at once, and anyone who went up was given in vain!

At this time, there was also a female teacher who did not go up, and the principal saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly instructed her to go to the village committee to find the village party secretary quickly.

At this time, the village party secretary was sitting in the office of the village committee, and when he heard the report of the female teacher, he was in a hurry!

At this time, all the teachers were stunned, how could she come up with a Wudu head? Could it be that she was the reincarnation of Wu Song's Wudu head? No wonder she was so powerful! People couldn't help but question together.

As soon as this Wudu head wild donkey howled and saw the branch secretary coming, he immediately wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost in late autumn!

She pulled one foot off the teacher's back and stood there obediently, looking at the village party secretary with her head half-raised.

The village party secretary then shouted: "You head of the martial arts, lawless, causing trouble everywhere, daring to break into the school and beat people, I think you are impatient!"

Then he shouted to the traffic officer of the village committee who followed him to the school: "Assemble the militia immediately! Tie up this criminal who committed murder and hurt people, and send him to the public security bureau, and if these teachers have three strengths and two weaknesses, let the public security bureau tie them up to the execution ground and execute them like Liu Manzhu!"

Suddenly, the wild donkey fell to its knees with a howl of "plop", and with a "wow", it began to cry!

While crying, he said: "Grandpa Secretary, just spare me, I don't dare anymore, my son won't come to school anymore, let him go to my mother's house to go to school!"

Then he quickly helped up the teachers who were lying on the ground one by one, and while helping them up, he muttered, "My grandfathers, don't you dare to die, if you die, I will have to be tied to the execution ground by the Public Security Bureau and shot!"

The farce that happened on campus ended with the shouting of the village party secretary and the crying of the wild donkey. The fat pig never set foot in the primary school at the bottom of the mountain again, and was sent to his grandmother's house by his mother's wild donkey howl.

Leaving those who were placed on probation, although the parents were still a little dissatisfied, as long as they let their children continue to go to school, there was no more trouble, although these students still held a grudge against Dabao, but in the days to come, they did not make big waves.

However, because Dabao's grandfather led Dabao to the school to complain, he could no longer go to school in the village school, and he and Dabao were completely married, and the wild donkey howling family also held a grudge against Liu Degui because of this.

The autumn wind blows the fragrance of all things, and thousands of mountains and trees are covered with golden armor. October in the countryside is golden, and October in the village at the bottom of the mountain is especially so, which is simply a golden world.

The corn planted in the patches and layers of terraces has all matured, and the dark green and straight corn stalks have grown vigorously and blossomed under the hard work of the owners day by day. They absorb the nutrients in the soil, absorb the essence of the sunshine and rain "dew" in spring and summer, and gradually take off the delicate and fresh green clothes, and change into the golden helmets and golden armor like samurai.

The corn cobs on the corn stalks are different in shape and style. Some are thick and short, chubby like fat dolls that have just come out of the full moon, and are happily held in the arms of the "women" who are pregnant in October.

And some are slender and slender, slim and elegant, and the layers of clothes are tightly wrapped, so that they are like a shy girl who has just come to the city street from the countryside, wrapping her clothes tightly, and looking at this strange world with anxiety.

And more of them are fat and strong, with big hips and round waists, all like eighteen or nineteen-year-old overweight stick boys, due to overnutrition and fat accumulation, resulting in thinning of "hair", so on the fat oval stick, there are a few sparse and curved brown and yellow "color" "hair" hairs, which are shaking while falling off under the strong autumn wind.

The endless corn fields have changed from the original dark green ocean to a golden "color" ocean, and the autumn wind swept by, and the golden "color" ocean will send out a "salsa sha" tsunami sound, and the golden "color" ocean will change with the strength of the autumn wind, launching layers of golden "color" ripples, or setting off thousands of golden "color" waves.

Since the land has been contracted for cultivation, the wind and rain have been smooth every year, and the crops have grown gratifyingly, and this year has ushered in another bumper harvest year. The farmers and mud-legged women of the village at the bottom of the mountain began to reap the harvest with their sickles in the golden fields with full laughter.

Crops: Spring planting and autumn harvesting, the two most important seasons of the year, are as important as life. "Plant a grain of millet in the spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn." "Spring sowing race against time, and heaven and earth seasonal climate to compete for time, once the wrong agricultural time, the seeds are not sown into the soil, this year will be no harvest, the next year you have to drink the northwest wind.

In the spring, all the hard work is sown on time, and in the autumn, everything is ripe and fruitful, and it is necessary to compete with the heaven and earth, the season, and the climate to compete for speed, because once the harvest is late, in the event of rain, waterlogging, and strong winds, the golden "color" particles filled with sweat will be sprinkled on the ground, moldy, rotten, deteriorated, or eroded into powder by the wind mill and disappear.

As a result, the "clatter" sound of breaking the corn cob on the corn stalks and the "snapping" sound of scythes cutting down the corn stalks sounded in the corn fields one by one. Batches of golden-colored corn stalks fell to the ground, and the stout corn cobs were torn off the stalks and into baskets, into donkey carts, ox carts, and horse-drawn carts.

On the field paths and the avenues at the edge of the village, the croppers who carried baskets, drove ox carts and donkey carts loaded with golden fruits, hummed songs, and shouted for livestock, were tired of it, and the rivers were endless.

Due to the golden autumn season, the harvest is rushed, and time is like gold. Families with a lot of labor at home can harvest all kinds of ripe crops such as millet, sorghum, potatoes, black beans, broad beans and other crops all over their faces, so they can directly break the corn cob from the corn stalks, carry them home, and then take time to cut down these corn stalks, or simply tell those who raise cattle to let them harvest and feed the animals, and the next year can also be used as an exchange for a few days of livestock.

And some people with less labor force can not harvest together, only select the most tight first harvest, such as millet, sorghum and other food crops, once mature, because of its small particles, dry, and no skin and leaf wrapping, easy to fold and fragile, once blown by the wind and scattered in the field, can no longer be harvested.

The corn cob is large and tightly packed layer by layer, so some people with less labor will first harvest those grain crops such as millet and sorghum that are not packaged and have small grains.

Although this corn is stronger than other crops, it still stands alone in the ground after maturity, once it is blown down by strong winds, and then exposed to rain, this corn will be "damp" and mildew, plus wind erosion and bird damage will also cause losses to corn. Therefore, people used to cut down the corn stalks first, and then stand them together one by one, wrap the corn cob in the middle, and put them in a large bundle and stacked them in the middle of the ground. After the other crops are harvested, they turn around and break the cob from the corn stalks and carry them home.

And because Liu Degui is the only adult and laborer in his family, his harvesting strategy naturally chooses to harvest millet and sorghum first. Therefore, he first cut down the corn stalks and erected them in the ground into more than a dozen stacks. Then he went to other fields to harvest the grain and sorghum.

One day, Liu Degui cut the grain in his field for a whole day, and he was so tired that his back and legs hurt, and when he came home to cook dinner for Dabao, the grandfather and grandson fell asleep.

This is the twenty-third day of the lunar calendar, and the people in the village are busy harvesting all day, and the super-intensive labor is exhausted at night, and they fall asleep on the soil kang one after another.

At night, the Xuanyue on that bend seemed to be tired of rushing, lazily and listlessly hanging in the air, staring at the world with a cold gaze.

The streets of the village are sparsely populated, and a few stray dogs wander aimlessly, looking for food to feed and a place to sleep. But the old ox and the donkey, who had been tired all day's work, did not rush to sleep, but stuffed their heads into the big stone trough and ate and drank.

Because eating is more important than sleeping at this moment compared to humans, the frenzied eating and chewing drives the bells around their necks to make a rhythmic, uninterrupted "jingle" sound.

In this quiet night, the "clanging" sound on the necks of the old cow and the "wool" donkey has a hypnotic effect on the exhausted croppers. Because they slept day after day, year after year, to the sound of this pleasant "jingle". This sound is as indispensable as the bedding they sleep, and without it, it will cause many farmers in the village to toss and turn and have difficulty sleeping.

However, if the farmer is overworked, this sound will be like a lullaby when a baby falls asleep, giving the farmer comfort, so that their muscles and mood after a tiring day will suddenly relax, and they will get rest and comfort in the tranquility.

And tonight's uninterrupted "jingling" sound is more hypnotic and comforting, the whole village is hypnotized by the sound of the bell, washed away the soreness of a day's hard work in the field, stretched out all fours, and snored to the sky!

The night in the countryside is rich and colorful, winter has the characteristics of winter, spring has the characteristics of spring, and summer has the characteristics of summer, in short, the characteristics of the night are different throughout the year, and the harmonious integration of nature and human beings accompanies the sound of nature, which makes people wonder, inspire reverie, and even intoxicated!

Tonight is a golden autumn night, the autumn wind slowly urges the leaves on the branches of a tree to fall, the fallen leaves of the old locust tree and the old elm tree on the side of the street and in the yard gently knock on the ground, fluttering on the doors and windows of every house, making a thin "salsa" sound, and the "jingling" sound of the bells of the old cow and the "wool" donkey, and the rough snoring of the croppers are blended together, and the night sky above the village at the bottom of the mountain is permeated and floating. This may be the sound of the autumn night in the countryside, or the autumn rhyme.

Suddenly, a very incongruous voice came, and someone in the street shouted hoarsely: "Hurry! Fire! Fight the fire...... Hurry up and put out the fire......"

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