Chapter 1 Harvesting in the Rainstorm
On a June day, the doll's face changes when it is said. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
Just now, the sky was clear, and a gust of wind blew, and suddenly the clouds were thick, and the raindrops the size of beans fell straight down.
On the asphalt road at the entrance of Dawang Village, more than a dozen villagers were desperately busy, letting the rain fall on their bodies, and their movements became faster and faster.
On the road, the golden wheat grains have just been harvested, and it has only been drying for a day, who would have thought that it would actually rain heavily. Once the wheat is wet in the rain, and now that the weather is hot, it can sprout in a day.
Among the villagers, there was a young man who stood out in particular. Compared with the tanned face of his ancestors, he was thin and fair-skinned, and he didn't do farm work often at first glance.
The wooden shovel was in his hand, and he was about to turn his hands upside down in a few strokes, and it felt like holding a red-hot iron rod.
"Stone, go and rest!" Seeing his son sweating profusely and moving more and more slowly, the middle-aged woman behind him said distressedly.
"It's fine. I'm coming back for the wheat harvest, and if I'm resting, then why am I coming back? ”
As a college student from Dawang Village, Li Lei spends most of his time in school and rarely does farm work. This year, I caught up with my senior year internship and never found a job, so I rushed back.
As he spoke, the sky grew darker and darker, and the raindrops became denser and denser.
Suddenly, a white light flashed in the east, and thunder fell in an instant.
"Day!"
Li Lei wiped his sweat and looked at the cumulonimbus clouds above his head, his face was very ugly.
Just then, the phone in his pocket rang.
He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, looked at it, and found that it was the squad leader Lu Bingrou.
As soon as the phone was connected, Lu Bingrou immediately asked, "Li Lei, where are you now?" ”
"At home, what's wrong?"
"The school has issued a notice to return to school on June 25 to attend the graduation ceremony, so don't forget it then. Also, you owe me a meal, take this opportunity to invite it quickly, otherwise you will look good. ”
"Senior squad leader, don't chase it so quickly!"
Li Lei dropped the wooden shovel, blocked the mobile phone with his hand, and ran towards the tractor while making a call. Seeing that there are more and more raindrops, the mobile phone will be wet when it is placed in the pocket.
Brush.
He had just run near the tractor when a bolt of lightning suddenly swept through the air.
The lightning seemed to be connected to the sky at one end and Li Lei's mobile phone at the other, and for a while, his face turned pale with horror and threw the mobile phone out.
It's a pity it's too late.
The phone has not yet left the palm of the hand, and the lightning has already struck the top of the phone.
"I don't want to die!"
Li Lei closed his eyes and yelled in his heart, and he could even hear the frightened voices of his parents.
However, the imaginary one-hit death did not happen, and after a while, he realized that the torrential rain was pouring down, and his whole body was completely soaked, and he opened his eyes in confusion.
The black screen of the mobile phone, even if it was not destroyed by lightning, it would have been wet a long time ago, and it was obviously unusable.
"What's going on? I'm not dead? "Being struck by lightning, not only did he not die, but he was not even injured, which is simply impossible to happen in Li Lei's concept.
"Stone, stone, don't scare Mom."
His mother, Wang Jixiu, ran over and pushed him, her eyes full of worry. On the other side, Li hoped to see that his son was safe and sound, so he quickly wiped his sweat and continued to pile wheat with his head down.
"Huh? Oh oh, Mom, I'm fine. ”
Li Lei smiled, jumped on the spot a few times, and signaled that he was fine.
Wang Jixiu breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the wheat grains that had been soaked by the torrential rain, and his expression was gloomy. Then, silently, she picked up the broom and piled the scattered grains in the middle one by one.
Seeing this scene, Li Lei opened his mouth, and his heart was uncomfortable.
Heavy rain mixed with strong winds is getting heavier and heavier.
The bean-sized raindrops smashed on Chi Guoguo's shoulder, making Li Lei feel a little painful.
After another half an hour of busyness, the wheat was piled up, covered with plastic sheeting, and the family of three braved the rain to go home.
Anyway, it's already soaking wet, and it's the same whether you use an umbrella or not.
Along the way, the three of them were a little silent, especially Wang Jixiu, his eyes were red, the corners of his eyes were full of crystals, and he didn't know if it was tears or rain.
Seeing the front of the courtyard gate, Li Hope suddenly spoke: "Jixiu, you go to your mother's house tomorrow, ask Shi his uncle, and borrow 5,000 yuan." ”
Hearing this, Li Lei, who was following behind his parents, was stunned: "Why are you borrowing money?" ”
"Your Uncle Haiting came to me the day before yesterday, and Xiaoshuang was admitted to university. The year before last, your mother was hospitalized, and you went to school, so we borrowed a total of 20,000 yuan. Your Uncle Haiting is a real person and knows the situation of our family, so he hasn't asked for it. Now that I came to the door, I promised to give him 10,000 yuan first. ”
Li Lei was silent
"Xiaojun added a child last month, and it cost a lot of money for the child to be born prematurely. Go now, I'm afraid the eldest brother can't do anything. Wang Jixiu explained softly, his expression gloomy.
The Xiaojun in Wang Jixiu's mouth is Li Lei's cousin Wang Jun.
Hearing this, Li Hope shook, he looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but be disappointed.
For decades, Li Hope has been well-known in Dawang Village, and has always been a spit and a nail, and his words are true.
After so many years of cultivating habits, he has promised others, and he would rather smash the pot and sell iron than break his promise.
"This rainstorm is not at the right time!"
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The Li family is located in the middle of Dawang Village, with three north houses, one each in the west house, the east house and the south house, the middle house is the kitchen, the west house is the storage room, and next to the south house is the toilet.
When he got home, Li Lei poured a basin of water from the water tank and returned to the house to wash his body.
Rainwater contains a lot of impurities, and it will feel particularly sticky after rain, so it must be cleaned again with good water.
When he washed his wrist, he suddenly noticed that there was an extra silver thread on his wrist. The thread was made of nature, without any interface, as if it were naturally growing on it.
The things on his body didn't know how they came, which suddenly made Li Lei feel extremely frightened. He tried to pull the thread off, but found that it was so strong that it was so close to his wrist that it was impossible to take it off.
"I'll try it with a kitchen knife later."
After washing up, changing into a set of clean clothes, when he came to the main house, Li Lei found that his father was not at home, only his mother was sitting at the table, eating lunch quietly.
When the rainstorm came, the family was preparing to eat. The rainstorm came suddenly, and I naturally couldn't take care of eating.
"Where's my dad?"
"I'm going to Xiwa."
Li Lei was stunned when he heard it: "It's raining so hard, why are you going to Xiwa?" ”
Wang Jixiu looked outside the house and was worried: "Our family has eight acres of land, and we harvested more than one acre yesterday. Now it is raining and windy, and I am afraid that the wheat will fall to the ground. In that case, you can't use a harvester, you can only harvest by hand, and the yield will definitely be reduced. Your dad went to see how it was, and he had a number. ”
Harvesting wheat is definitely one of the hardest farm work.
Taking advantage of the sunny weather, it is necessary to pull out the field, and finally press and raise the field, the whole process is extremely cumbersome.
In recent years, the use of large combine harvesters has greatly reduced the hardship of wheat harvesting. However, as is the case today, there is no doubt that once the situation is too serious, it can only be harvested manually.
On the other hand, most rural areas no longer have wheat fields, so they can only choose to dry on asphalt roads. Not to mention, it's dangerous.
After Wang Jixiu finished speaking, Li Lei didn't care about the silk thread on his wrist, picked up the umbrella and ran out.
"Where are you going?" Wang Jixiu asked.
"Go to Xiwa."
Li Lei didn't look back and said that when he left the village, he found that the losses caused by the heavy rain were beyond imagination.
On both sides of the dirt road, large swaths of wheat about to be harvested lodging, ears of wheat pressed on top of each other, some even smashed into the mud. In this case, not to mention the harvester, it is difficult to harvest by manpower.
What's more, once the mature wheat comes into contact with the soil and is moistened by rain, it will inevitably fall off in large areas, and the yield reduction is a foregone conclusion.
With a foot of water and a foot of mud, walking for twenty minutes, through the hazy rain curtain, Li Lei finally saw a person standing on the ground of his house. The man didn't have an umbrella, and let the rain drip on his body, like a statue for a long time.
"Dad!"
In an instant, Li Lei's eyes were red, and his heart was full of blockages, which made him want to look up to the sky and yell.
"What if there was a new variety that is highly productive and resistant to lodging?"
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(This book is about the rural life that pineapples are most familiar with, and although it is the first time I write it, I feel very familiar and warm.) I believe that every book lover who grew up in the countryside will see the shadow in his memory. )