The sun had run over the dam, and the golden wheat fields were steaming. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The atmosphere was even more lively on the riverside, with more than a hundred men and women hurriedly cutting wheat in a row. Everyone's words are very few, and talking will affect the progress of the work. They all know in their hearts that if anyone is lazy at work, they should be judged less when evaluating work points.

The division of work in those years represented the motivation of each person and also affected the income distribution of each family.

The banner that read "Youth Commando" was planted on the edge of the wheat field. The flag fluttered proudly in the breeze, and next to it was an electric pole, and the big horn on the pole kept shouting loudly. One moment to broadcast the news, the other time to broadcast the music, and now the "Shajiabang" in the "model play" is being broadcast.

Several old men are tying up the wheat that the women have cut and tying it up with mie ropes. It was a job that only experienced old men could do, and there was a small circle at one end of the rope, and the old men held the wheat on the rope, and stuck one end in the small circle, and then pulled it hard, and tied it, and a bundle of wheat was sturdy.

"Uncle Wang. You bundle me with a big bundle!" said Mangwa to the old man Wang Yongcai, who was tying wheat. "Yes. It's just that this rope is a little shorter, or you can pick two bundles. The old man said. He knew that Mangwa had strength.

Mangwa nodded, and then carried two bundles on each side of the flat pole. Huang Chunhua saw it next to her, and she also wanted to pick four bundles, but she couldn't pick them up no matter how hard she tried, she was sweating profusely, so she had to pick two bundles, panting and following behind Mangwa.

"You want to fight with me!!" Mangwa glanced back at her, and wanted to laugh out loud.

Although Huang Chunhua also has strength, she is a girl after all, how dare she compare her strength with a man. She only carried a few handfuls of wheat, and she was a little overwhelmed.

Mangwa saw her panting and panting while holding the wheat, so she happily sang the model play "Sister-in-law Aqing, you have to be reckless and strong...... and he changed the words in the play.

Chunhua was angry when she heard this, and she wanted to scold him when she dropped her flat shoulder. The young man said that she looked like Aqing's sister-in-law, and Mangziwa was deliberately laughing at herself!

Cuihua walked in front of Mangwa with a load of wheat, and her delicate body fell like a willow leaf blown by the wind. Mangwa was a little distressed when she saw the tired sweat on her face. He caught up with Cuihua in a few steps, grabbed the pick on Cuihua's shoulder and put it on his other shoulder, and walked past her silently.

Cuihua looked at the back of the mangwa, and her heart was warm. Mangwa's move was seen by many people, Huang Chunhua's face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, but her heart was like drinking a bottle of vinegar, "Get out of the way!" She walked up to Cuihua and said angrily, and deliberately threw the wheat on her shoulders at her, and Cuihua was almost squeezed into the rice field full of water.

The old pimple came out of nowhere, so he walked under the yellow kudzu tree, glanced at the people working in the field, and rang the bell for the rest of work. In those years, the rural areas practiced an eight-hour labor system, with a half-hour rest in between. Men use this time to smoke and drink water. But the women went up to the huts, or took the soles of their shoes.

When the people heard the bell, they threw away their farm tools and ran to the yellow kudzu tree with laughter.

Mangwa put the wheat on her shoulders on the dam, and wanted to smoke a leaf cigarette. There were already a few old men sitting under the yellow kudzu tree, and they were filling dry tobacco into the cigarette stick.

Huang Chunhua walked to the dam with the wheat, she glared at Mangwa angrily, and threw the wheat to Mangwa's side with a slam of slam, "Haha! I know how to care about people!" she said mockingly. Then, with his head held high, his bulging chest puffed up, he walked past him. She said in her heart, "Do you dare to compare with me and not rest?"

Mangwa ignored her, he returned Cuihua's flat burden to her, and deliberately took her hand and said, "If you can't afford it, don't take advantage of it! Go over there and rest!" Cuihua looked at Mangwa embarrassedly, then at Huang Chunhua, hurriedly shook off his hand, and ran to a group of women.

Huang Chunhua seemed to have some secret in her heart, and ran to the ground silently. When Mangwa walked under the tree like a big umbrella and picked up her copper-beaked cigarette stick, her heart fluttered with shock.

On his copper-beaked cigarette stick hung a brand-new cigarette pouch with delicate embroidery. Mangwa thought that she had taken the wrong cigarette stick, so she looked at a few old men around her, they were all holding their own cigarette sticks, smoking with relish, and everyone had an embroidered cigarette pouch on the cigarette stick.

Obviously, someone quietly gave him this cigarette pouch embroidered with roses. Mangwa understood that the rose represented love.

He opened the cigarette pouch and saw that it contained four rolled leaf cigarettes, which meant to be paired with him!

His face flushed all of a sudden, and he thought, "Who sent me such a cigarette pouch?"

Then he looked up at the pile of women in the dam, and several young women were sitting on the sheaves of wheat and laughing. No one was looking at him, only Cui Ying was looking at herself, and that gaze was a little unpredictable.

"Is that her?" thought Mangwa, confused. But unlike her, Cui Ying couldn't embroider such a delicate cigarette pouch, and he had never seen her hold a needle and thread.

Huang Chunhua carried the wheat back to the dam, everyone stared at her pretty appearance with a sweaty back, and the sounds of admiration and discussion resounded in the crowd.

Mangwa also looked at her face like a black peony, and asked in her heart, "Could it be this black star?"

But he soon denied it. "This black star, whoever marries her as a wife should be unlucky for the rest of her life!" Mangwa often quarreled with Huang Chunhua.

He took the cigarette pouch and watched there, guessing that when the male intellectuals saw the embroidered cigarette pouch in his hand, he snatched it up, held it high and shouted: "Mangwa has a target! Everyone, look! Mangwa's woman gave him a cigarette purse!"

As if stabbed in a hornet's nest, the young men, women and women immediately gathered around and scrambled to see the cigarette pouch.

Aunt Jin snatched the embroidered cigarette pouch in her hand, stared at the pattern on it and said, "Oh! This hand-embroidered is too detailed! I'm trying to introduce you to someone! Someone is ahead of me!"

Mangwa was surrounded by several young people, and her honest face was already red to her neck.

Aunt Jin took the embroidered cigarette pouch and asked Aunt Chen. She is the mother of Mangwa, a short and simple middle-aged woman. She was only fifty years old, but she was like an old woman in her sixties and seventies, with wrinkles on her face and half of her hair half white.

"Sister-in-law Chen. Your daughter-in-law must be very capable, look at how beautiful this cigarette purse is embroidered!" Aunt Jin and many other women said in surprise.

Mrs. Chen stared at the delicate and beautiful cigarette pouch in surprise, not knowing what to say. "This, this should be asked by Mangzi!" she said hesitantly.

Among the young girls, there were only two women who didn't go to see the cigarette pouch, one was Cuihua. She sat on a sheaf of wheat and thought about her thoughts with her head down. But her sweaty face was as red as a rose.

The other is the black peony and Huang Chunhua, she is sitting next to Cuihua, fanning her face with a straw hat and the wind, and her clever eyes are glancing at the reckless baby in the distance.

Captain Pimple rang the bell again. The bell of "Bell" suppressed everyone's noise and relieved Mangwa.

Aunt Jin walked over, returned the cigarette stick tied to the mysterious cigarette pouch, and quietly asked, "Mangwa." Which one are you for? When did you secretly have a partner?"

Mangwa pinned the cigarette stick and pouch to her belt, picked up the flat pole and said, "Aunt Jin." I'm not sure. So he followed the people into the wheat fields.

Aunt Jin thought about it, hurriedly chased after him, and whispered, "Mangzi." If this can't be negotiated, my aunt will introduce you to one, that girl is in the Houshan Brigade, and she is a Peugeot girl like a "Xi'er". Haha! That's a ...... for you."

The reckless baby didn't say anything, as if she hadn't heard. He thought to himself, who is this girl who gave him a cigarette pouch?

The wheat in the field has been harvested, and there is no golden yellow on the dam, only a red earth waiting to be sown.

A flock of egrets flew over from the Tuojiang River to feed on the fallen wheat in the wheat field. Countless sparrows, grey magpies, pulsatillas and singing orioles all fly in search of food.

At the end of each month, more than 100 men and women, as well as some student dolls, gathered under the yellow kudzu tree for a meeting to evaluate the work scores.

The sky was overcast that day, and there was still a drizzle. The wind also blew very quickly, violently and slowly, blowing the leaves on the yellow kudzu tree with a rattling sound. It seems to be joining in the fun, and it is also like reminding people that a storm is about to begin.

"Don't talk, everyone!" Huang Chunhua stood on the stone under the tree, holding a quotation book in her hand. "Now, before the meeting, I will read you a few quotations. Listen well, everybody!"

The meeting room was quiet for a while, and she began to read aloud the quotations that everyone could memorize. Every time the production team has a meeting, she has to read the quotations, read the "old three", or read the new articles in the newspaper.

She was wearing a very clean floral shirt today, with that long single braid hanging from her upright chest, and a belt tied around her waist, which looked very heroic. "Everyone, be quiet!" she lit up her throat and was about to speak, when she saw Mangwa and the female Zhiqing Cuihua sitting together, Mangwa was holding a leaf cigarette stick, the embroidered cigarette pouch was hanging on the cigarette stick, and Cuihua was watching the two roses on the cigarette pouch.

Chunhua's face was unhappy at once, but everyone was waiting to hear her read the quotations, so she had to endure the annoyance in her heart and start reading the quotations.