It is simple to turn over, that is, after the top is rolled, turn over the wheat under the bottom and put it on top to continue grinding. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Wait until the wheat is ripe, but the wheat grains and straw are still mixed together, and they have to be separated, which is called shaking.

The members of the club brought a four-strand wooden fork from their homes and lined up the shaking field at the edge of the wheat field. Straw separated from the grain of wheat is piled up behind him like a grave. The people in front shook the field, and the people behind were about to clean up the wheat straw, only to see them pushing tools like the ploughshares on the ancient battlefield.

This tool is called a sharp fork, and it is made up of several strands, each of which is about two meters long, lined up, with two wheels underneath, which can be pushed. The hundred-pound wheat straw pile was picked up and pushed away by it, and put it on the edge of the wheat field.

The long wheat straw is removed, and all that remains is a thick layer of wheat barley. By this time, the plump grains of wheat were already visible, and they were hidden in the barley like naughty children laughing at the people. When the southeast wind blows in the evening, the people have finished their fields, and the wheat grains and barley have been separated before they can return to the farmer's granary.

People were excited, and wheat fields were boiling. It was not until the wheat was crushed and threshed that the cattle were unloaded to rest. Pick the straw with a stick, and then gather the mixed wheat kernels and bran together.

In the middle of the afternoon, the treetops moved, and the wind rose. The wind is not too big or small, not slow or slow, just right. Men pick up shovels, women pick up brooms. The man scooped up the mixture of wheat grains and bran with a shovel and swept it away against the wind. With skillful movements, the wheat falls vertically, the bran floats to the downwind, and impurities such as the uncrushed ears of wheat and the husked wheat residue also fall on the wheat pile, which requires the women to sweep them upwind with brooms and separate them from the wheat grains.

Yangchang is a technical job, it will raise a line, not a large piece, and the shot will be divided into high and low. The inexperienced man, who did not grasp it well, used too much force, and threw the wheat into the limelight, but the wheat bran fell on the wheat heap. With less force, the wheat grains fell into the bran with the wind. The shovel was thrown too straight, and the wheat and bran fell on the heads of the people on the opposite side. The shovel was too hasty, and it fell on his head again, and got into the collar of his coat, and Mai Mang was in pain.

Women are also particular about sweeping. The skillful woman, tilting the broom, against the direction of the wind, gently swept a few times, and the impurities were bounced to the upper wind, leaving behind a gradually growing pile of wheat in the shape of melon seeds. After the broom, the wheat pile is clean and does not leave a single impurity. And the clumsy women, on the other hand, seem to be in a hurry, unable to completely separate the grains, bran, and impurities.

Wipe it black, and the wheat is just finished. Dressed in the sunset, the wheat bran is pushed to the sidelines, and the wheat grains are piled up in a conical shape, and they are afraid of rain, and they must be covered with plastic film. If it's sunny the next day, it's time to dry the wheat. In this way, day after day, it takes about half a month for all the wheat to be put into storage. There were only a few stacks of wheat straw left on the field, like a golden cauldron that was upside down.

When you are busy, you can't even go home to eat, you send the food to the field, and squat on the ground to eat.

The crops have been fell, the wheat has dried out, the autumn has been planted, the bell of the production team has ringed, and today is the day of the public grain.

At dawn, the team members gathered at the warehouse and began to load the trucks one by one, this year's harvest was good, the public grain was also paid, the livestock trucks were full, the board trucks were loaded, and each board truck was full.

The board car can't be loaded, and the manpower is flat to pick it up.

Just like that, there was a long queue of cars on the main road leading to the town.

Hua Junyao has a lot of strength, so she naturally pushes the cart to join the mighty army of food delivery.

Although Lishugou is close to the grain management office in the town, because it is a dirt road, the road surface is uneven, and they are all heavy-duty vehicles, so it is very difficult to pull up the car, and the body of the board car is swaying from side to side.

Each car is two people, Hua Junyao pushes the cart, and Hua Henian pulls the reins, because the road is gentle and there is no slope, but it doesn't take much effort.

If you take the mountain road, when you encounter a small hill and a small slope, you will grind to the back of the flat car and pout your buttocks and push hard, but when you cross the two high bridges, you can't help with the strength of two people. At this time, the three or four flat cars that were pulling the ropes on the gang would throw down the ropes on the spot and rush over, and I don't know who shouted "one, two!" A few people immediately turned back, concocted in the same way, and a few back and forth, all passed. Then comes the next batch.

The road is bumpy and difficult, and it is a heavy car, so people can easily get tired. However, no one is willing to sit down and rest. First, take advantage of the cool morning to hurry up to the road, and secondly, there are too many people to pay public food, and the queue is at the end, I don't know if I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

There are indeed a lot of people who pay public rations, and several villages are arranged to have a lot of peace in a day? Almost all of them are board trucks, and it is rare to see walk-behind tractors.

Although the yard of the grain management office is large, there are so many carts? The carts turned a corner and discharged the gate of the grain management office, and when they left the gate, they continued to turn the row, and the line of carts slipped down the street until they reached the front of the elementary school more than a mile away.

Hua Junyao They are close to the town, they came early, the sun has just risen at this time, standing in the shade of the tree, Hua Junyao took off her straw hat and fanned it non-stop, early in the morning, it was so hot.

Hua Junyao picked up the bamboo tube hanging on the wheel and handed it to Hua Henian, "Brother, drink water." ”

The brother and sister drank two sips of spring water before they felt much more comfortable.

Hua Junyao looked at the long convoy, "When will it be our turn." ”

"It's coming, it's coming. Hua Henian wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

"What are they doing?" Hua Junyao looked at the few young people walking along the convoy.

Hua Henian poked his head and looked over and said, "Check the grain grade." ”

"Let's have no problem!" Hua Junyao said worriedly, "I heard that they have a lot of power. ”

At the gate of the grain management office, there are young people sent by the grain management office to inspect the grain grade, although they are ordinary workers, but at this time they have great authority. They grabbed a handful of grain at random, pinched two or three grains and put them in their mouths to bite them, picked up the pen and put a few wild grasses on the grain inspection list, and he wrote a few levels.

In those years, the price of grain received by the grain management center was far lower than the market price. The market price is about four cents or seven cents, and the price of public grain is just over two cents. Although the price of public grain is already very low, it is divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the difference between the highest and lowest grades is also a few cents. Therefore, whenever they arrived at the gate to inspect the grain, the villagers would accompany the smiling faces to say good things to the young people who inspected the grain, and even had some low-voiced taste, the purpose was nothing more than to be afraid of suffering a big loss during the inspection.

"Let's not mean it. Hua Junyao said in a low voice. (To be continued.) )