On the 27th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, white dew. "The yin qi is getting heavier, and the dew is condensed and white."

Even though there were already dewdrops on the grass in the morning, the weather did not cool down at all. As always, Yangjiawan ushered in the autumn harvest in the churning heat wave. Along with the heat wave is the valley waves in the terraces, the hybrid rice varieties are improving year by year, and the rice ears are sinking more and more year by year, which is almost comparable to the sorghum of the past few years!

Generally speaking, the water in the field is drained about a month before the rice is ripe, on the one hand, to facilitate harvesting, and on the other hand, to prepare for the cultivation of wheat. Only a very small number of fields that are planted with rice in advance in the coming year will be filled with water, which is called "winter paddy fields".

Harvesting rice in winter paddy fields is a technical task, not only is it difficult to move in the field, but the weight of rice is twice that of dry fields, and it takes a lot of effort to cut and pull rice.

Shufen's well paddy field is a "winter paddy field", and the nutrient-rich rice seems to be reluctant to grow old, and when the "companions" of the other rice fields are wiped out, it lazily turns yellow.

Their "feigned immaturity" does not affect being harvested. Xie Guoqiang and his wife, Wang Guangwen, Shufen and others wielded sickles and quickly swept them away, and then, the millet and straw will be "separated from flesh and bones" on the spot, and the grain target was raised high by Guoqiang and Guangwen, and the full grains were separated from the mixing bucket. Then it was put into a basket and picked up to the dam of the Yang family's house, and in less than two days after it was spread, it would become as yellow as other grains under the scorching sun.

Fushun crossed the pass of Mao'er Mountain, and saw the busy scene in the well and water fields from afar.

In the terraced fields, the straw stacks formed hills, and in some of the fields that had been harvested earlier, green shoots appeared on the grain stumps, and the grasshoppers rejoiced again, enjoying the last delicacy, completely unaware that autumn had arrived.

Raising his head, the Yantai Mountain opposite is still lush and green, stretching for miles, and the rich green, as if the ink leaking from the inkstone, splashes an intoxicating ink painting under the white clouds. The straight ancient pine tree on the mountain beam is like a brush standing on the edge of the inkstone. In the depths of the pines, he seemed to see the thriving orange grove on the top of the mountain.

Fu Shun suddenly wanted to shout, just like his family called him when he was a child. He put his hands to his mouth and shouted with all his might, "Shufen—"

Shufen raised her head and saw two faint shadows on Mao'er's mountainside, which were particularly dazzling in the sun. That kind voice came from far and near, and then from near to far, and its name echoed in the mountains, crisp because of the green mountains, and far away because of the canyon.

Everyone stopped what they were doing with her and looked at the vocalizing body on the mountainside of Mao'er. "Fushun?!" All said the familiar name. Because they didn't receive any letters about him coming back, they couldn't believe it!

"Genius!" Guangwen took the lead in responding loudly to Fushun.

Fu Shun ignored the eldest brother behind him, dropped his crossbody bag and ran down the mountain. A puff of dust flew on the stone road, and the ants running rampant on the road were so frightened that they quickly got into their nests, and the wind that ran by them scattered the dandelions on the side of the road, and the white "small parachutes" fell into the distance.

"Brother Fushun, why are you back?" Shufen had just come up from the paddy field, standing on the ridge and looking at Fushun and smiling.

The others also went ashore happily, and their ankles and insteps were covered with mud.

Fu Shun looked at Shufen, her state and appearance were much better than he imagined. The flower that was once budding was destroyed by a fire, and countless scars on her face, hands, and legs carved her bravery and selflessness. However, she did not wither, but was reborn under the nourishment of love. Those scars are like blooming flowers, decorating Sister Shufen with extra beauty.

The eldest sister Shufang's happy face gradually became more worried, "Fushun, is something wrong?" Aren't you working as a worker outside? Why did you come back all of a sudden? ”

"Nope!" Fushun was happier than them, and was even more excited when he saw the paddy field, so he took off his sneakers and socks and went to the field, reached down, and grabbed a loach. "Haha, I've seen you from afar!" Fushun is still like a child, and his bright face exudes childishness.

Before he finished speaking, the loach "swooped" out of his palm and quickly turned into the muddy mud. The corners of his mouth, which had just risen, deflated, and he looked extremely aggrieved. It made the others on the field laugh.

Shufang laughed so hard that tears came out, this was the first time in so many years that she felt that Fushun was a child!

Shufang asked: "Fushun, you didn't answer what the eldest sister asked you!" Don't catch it blindly, if you want to eat fish, your brother-in-law will go back and catch it for a while! ”

"No, I'm asking for leave to come back to get an ID card!" Fu Shun bowed down, washed his hands with muddy water, picked up bunches of lost ears of grain and threw them in the basket.

Ha, readers, do you remember the little hero we first met? He led the old ox to spring plough in the well paddy field, and the water surface could almost reach his buttocks, and now he was walking flat in the paddy field, and the water surface was not even his knees!

"ID card?" Shufen suddenly became nervous when she heard these three words, because Fushun's hukou was not in Yangjiawan at all, and he didn't know this yet. But she still pretended to be calm and went down to the field, and continued to jump into the paddy field to work—on the stump of the water, there were still a lot of grain targets waiting for them.

Fu Shun rushed to the mixing bucket first, waved a handful of rice and began to work. Next to him was Guangwen, looking at Fushun with a smile. The brother-in-law was put on duty, so he had to carry a basket to deliver rice to his home - he had to hurry back and tell his father and mother the good news of Fushun's return.

Sister Shufang and Shufen continue to give the main labor force a target.

"Genius, how are you doing over there now? You kid, the more you mess around, the better, I heard that they have all become regular workers? Guangwen asked Fushun while taking the Gu target from Shufen's hand.

Fushun and Guangwen beat the millet off the straw rhythmically, one left and one right. "It's just luck, if you don't come back, it's even better!"

"Forget it, I'm not that piece of material, or this farm work is comfortable! I heard that the commander-in-chief of the construction of Huajian Third Bureau in Guangsha is Professor Ma Ziang? ”

"Yes, he is the chief engineer of the Third Bureau!"

"This man is amazing! The elite of the design world! Hey, but I'm too far away! Speaking of design, I received the design drawings you sent us, thank you! ”

"My two brothers said that, if you like it! You kid, I misunderstood you before, hehe, I'm so happy to see you and Shufen are good! ”

"Speaking of me, 'Fish-flavored shredded pork' has lost weight for you......"

"Have you seen her?"

"Well, it's not long before she came to Yangjiawan!"

The Gu target that Fu Shun had just lifted suddenly fell into the mixing bucket...... (To be continued.) )