As soon as it was dawn, twenty large carriages lined up in a long line, croaking neatly and loudly, quite like a cavalry rushing to the battlefield. The men and women in the car were not idle, joking with each other. Occasionally, when a man said a meat joke, he would provoke a scolding from the women comrades, but his face was full of smiles.

The fat man's favorite is this kind of atmosphere, it seems that in everyone's hearts, work is not a burden, but in the enjoyment of life, anyway, the fat man thinks so, so he will live like a fish in water in the backing mountain.

Looking at the carriage behind, the sister-in-law was cleaning up an unmarried hairy boy, and the young man was blushing and thick-necked by a group of little daughters-in-law, and he couldn't resist it.

"Sister-in-law Bigfoot, why are you here?" The fat man was a little angry, so he pulled his throat and pulled them up.

"Why can't I come, I also learn to plant rice, and I will use it every year in the future."

The fat man laughed twice: "Sister-in-law, your big foot is too big, when you enter the paddy field, all you step on are footprints, where are the seedlings inserted!" ”

When the old men heard this, they all laughed, and the big-footed sister-in-law couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Dead fat, all of them are inserted into your brain." ”

In this "harmonious" atmosphere, the brigade finally came to the rice field. These old ladies looked at the flat rice fields, they all looked at the rarity, threw off their shoes, barefoot, and giggled and were about to break in.

"First everything else, all assemble, first train, ~ not to sprinkle seeds in the field, this matter is technical, the seedlings are not well planted, which directly affects the harvest." He Mancang shouted with his hands behind his back. Looking at his style, it's really a bit of a soil expert.

Da immediately closed his mouth and stood in a dense formation. He Mancang began to explain the essentials of rice transplanting: shallow cutting, wide rows, few plants, sparse planting, flat as a mirror, straight as a line, supporting the canal system, consistent lines, and reasonable density. The basic control is 30 cm by 13 cm, and two or three seedlings are planted per **.

Although I listened quite seriously. But the rice planting is the first time that the big girl goes to the sedan chair. So the fat man carded a few small eyes and then discussed with He Mancang: "Uncle Mancang." You're the first to demonstrate. Then let's find a small rice field to practice. Wait for everyone to be proficient, and then move seriously, this is also a sharpening knife and not a mistake chopping wood. ”

Listen to what the fat man said. Everyone agreed, because they didn't just poke the seedlings into the field. It's about really meeting the standards. Crops are this thing. You fool it for a while. It fools you for a year.

He Mancang also felt necessary. So each of them had a few seedlings that had been pulled out. I found a plot to practice. At that time, the land will have to be repeated.

"Everybody stand up and hold steady. You can't always move back and forth to step on the field. He Mancang stood firmly in the middle of the paddy field. Ricketly bent on his waist, brushing his hands and planting seedlings. It took five or six plants in a row before taking a big step back. Stretch the movement. It's like twisting Yangge: "When the time comes, we will have a benchmark on the ground." The eyes looked at the three seedlings in front of them. Look at both sides again. Be sure to be horizontal and vertical. ”

"Slow down. What's the point? The fat man saw that He Mancang was planting rice too fast just now. Everybody can't see clearly.

"The seedlings should be planted in the ground, and the seedlings should be transported and transplanted without hurting the roots, so that the shallow seedlings are not floated, and the depth of the seedlings should be controlled between 2-33 meters, so as to resolutely overcome the deep insertion, and at the same time prevent the seedlings from being transplanted." He Mancang also slowed down the motion, one move and one style, without any hint, and finally, a tree was also inserted in the place of the foot socket, but it was necessary to grab some thin mud with his hands to fix the seedlings.

"I will take the seedlings below, and everyone will do it, and the last ones will be the most tired, and the thrown seedlings (a bundle of seedlings) will be ripped away by others, or the rest will be piled up for you, and you will wait to suffer - remember, if you don't stick it in the ground, you can't straighten your waist." He Mancang's requirements are really strict, and everyone doesn't dare to slack off, and they all hold their back.

The fat man was about to enter the field, but was stopped by He Mancang: "Your board is too heavy, step on a footprint, and you can still see clearly after cutting the rice in autumn, you should find some work on the shore." ”

"As for me—" The fat man scratched his head, and it seemed that he could only pick seedlings.

After a morning of practice, everyone basically mastered the essentials, but it took a long time to reach the freewheeling realm of He Mancang's "dancing Yangge dance".

In the afternoon, the rice planting work officially began, and there were rows of people in the rice fields.

The fat man carried a two-level large flower basket containing a turn of newly pulled seedlings, and hummed in his mouth: "Walking barefoot on the narrow field, listening to the sound of footsteps, accompanied by the cordial call of the urn, take me back to the time of childhood......"

"Be careful, the soles of your feet are slipping—" the car boss reminded from a distance. Before the voice could float over, I saw that the fat man had already slid down the ridge and was lying on his back in the muddy water.

"Uncle boss, why didn't you say it earlier." The fat man stood up, shook his arms vigorously, and threw them out in a line of muddy water.

"Who told you to sing so badly-" shouted the crowd, and the fat man had no choice but to pick up his burden again, and then throw the bundles of seedlings into the paddy field.

Bundles of seedlings drew emerald green arcs in the morning sky, and then fell into the paddy fields with a snap, all of them facing down, just like soldiers, standing guard in the field in high spirits.

The fat man is very energetic, and he is twenty or thirty meters tall in one throw, so it seems that he is really suitable for this job.

Field

They all looked at each other and took it seriously, and in the entire rice field, it was hard to imagine that more than 200 people were working.

He Mancang is the most limited, rushing to the front without hurrying, and he can also check other people's methods of planting seedlings. Seeing that everyone was really serious, the old man also nodded secretly: Okay, these people are all good croppers.

My heart was happy, and the old man's throat was a little itchy, and while planting seedlings, he also sang: "Babbling - the sun is like a big ball of fire, and everyone is planting rice to the field." A handful of sweat is green, and the skillful hands fly to draw the splendor-yo-hehe-"

Don't look at He Mancang's age, his voice is really bright, and his voice is floating on the paddy fields, and the people who listen to it are comfortable.

"One more!" The fat man shouted, he felt that this rice planting was similar to smashing ramming, and he could do whatever he wanted.

"Dividing seedlings is like counting thoughts, and planting seedlings is like a chicken nodding. The water in the field is boiling hot, and the beads of sweat on the body are like water flowing - oh hehe-" He Mancang simply sang some technical work of rice planting, humorous and funny, and everyone's bodies bent and bent, really like chickens pecking rice.

The car boss who sang a few paragraphs heard the doorway, he is also a master of this way, proficient in all kinds of labor numbers, so he can't help but itch: "Oh ho ho - stand in the field and look at a fat man to carry the burden." The fat man doesn't have long eyes in the aisle, and one has his head and belly facing the sky-"

He almost laughed when he heard that he was a wild guy. The fat man was swaying on the field with his burden, and he fell down: "It's not so burying people!" ”

However, the fat man is not a fuel-efficient lamp, his throat howls like a broken gong, and he immediately retaliates: "Everyone planted rice in opposite rows, and the first row planted two rows." The first row is the car boss, followed by Zhu Yingtai. ”

At a glance at the board, I saw that the sister-in-law was planting rice by her side.

With a few local singers, the original tension quickly dissipated in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, and before I knew it, I straightened up to rest. Just now, he strictly abided by He Mancang's requirements, and he didn't straighten his waist until he reached the ground.

The fat man hasn't enjoyed it yet, and he continues to shout in his mouth: "~ Plugged in for most of the day, put down the seedlings and smoke a bag of cigarettes......"

Everyone was finally able to open their mouths to speak, and when they planted the rice just now, no one dared to be distracted: "Fatty, don't make any noise, you'll attract all the wolves in a while——"

The fat man pursed his lips, continued to entertain himself, and then hummed: "Stand on the ridge and take a look, I don't know what to eat at night?" ”

At the end of the evening, it is naturally a "big pot meal", but the food is quite good. Rice planting is not a light job, it is rustling in the water and mud for hours, and the food must be harder.

In addition to a salted duck egg per person, there is also egg soup, small fish sauce dipped in Po Po Ding, and the last big dish is stewed dried beans with vermicelli. Stewed with salted bacon, it tastes quite good.

The scene of more than 300 people eating together can only be described as huge. A pot full of sorghum rice, one bowl per person, the bottom is over, fortunately, Li Liuye and they have already prepared, and they also stewed two large pots of rice in the goose factory, and called a few people to pick it up with a bucket, so that everyone dared to eat it with an open belly.

People eat a lot of food, and they are really hungry, sighing and snoring, just like the wind and clouds, sweeping all the food. The fat man was reluctant to put down his rice bowl: "I just ate a bowl, I'm not full." ”

The car boss held a small bag under his eyes and taught him experience: "Fatty, you haven't eaten a big pot of rice in the production team, you don't know this rule, at the beginning, you will fill a flat bowl, pull it quickly, and finally come to a big bowl and eat it slowly; You can pour it well, put a big bowl on it first, and press it to the thief. Wait for the chop to run out and then go to Sheng, it's already bottomed out--hiccup-" After speaking, he also hiccuped happily.

"It turns out that I still have to pay attention to eating a big pot of rice - fortunately, I have prepared it in advance." The fat man took out two snow-white steamed buns, took a bite on one of them, and then asked everyone: "Is there anything that hasn't eaten enough?" ”

His approach naturally attracted a lot of condemnation, and Li Suozi jumped over: "Fat brother, you don't pay attention to it, the two steamed buns have been bitten, how can others eat them!" ”

"Hehe, if you want to eat big white steamed buns, go home and find your daughter-in-law." The fat man is so good that he immediately launched a counterattack, and he also fully opened the extended meaning of steamed buns.

As soon as everyone heard this, they immediately began to talk about Li Suozi: "Suozi, to be honest, have you eaten it?" ”

Li Suozi saw that the big thing was not good, and he wanted to run, but he was caught by a few energetic young men: "Tell me honestly, otherwise I will squat you into four petals!" ”

He Mancang, the car boss, Captain Li, Wang Sanpao, and the older generation, also squatted next to them to watch the excitement. The fat man ate steamed buns, and when he saw that Li Suozi was still being punished, he screamed in his mouth, so he came to Captain Li and his gang.

"Fatty, you're really bad." He Mancang smiled and clicked on the small bags under his eyes, and his eyes narrowed into two slits.

"Hehe, I didn't say anything, the steamed steamed buns of the lock daughter-in-law are really delicious." The fat man pretended to be serious: "By the way, these people can't live either, those old ladies should be sent back to the village quickly." ”

When the car boss heard this, he slapped his thigh vigorously: "That's right, hurry up and set up the car, pull people back, and pull them over early tomorrow morning." ”

When many old men heard this, they also shouted to go home. The fat man left them all in one sentence: "Hehe, why do you all want to go home and eat steamed buns?" ”