Qingwen only felt a piercing pain in her left thumb. Wei Xiaobao on the side hurriedly dropped the sickle and rice in his hand and rushed over to help him hold down the wound.

Qingwen endured the pain and said to Wei Xiaobao, "It's okay, it's just a little skin trauma." ”

"Hurt the bones, I just saw it. Wei Xiaobao saw the finger bones overflowing with blood, Qingwen's bones looked a little strange, and they were different from anyone he had ever seen.

"Don't tell anyone else......" Qingwen advised.

Seeing this, He Xiangu put down the basket in her hand and ran over: "Baby, why are you so careless?!"

She asked Wei Xiaobao to find Xingchenhua (note: also known as spoon leaf grass, which is a hemostatic grass species), and helped Qingwen briefly deal with the wound, and saw that the wound was no longer bleeding, so He Xiangu picked up Qingwen's sickle, went down to the ground, and helped connect the place where Qingwen was cut off.

Her swing of the scythe was as smooth and clean as flowing water...... With just one stretch of her hand, the rice in front of her obediently sent itself into her hand, and the sickle gently hooked back, cutting dozens of rice in unison like cutting tofu.

Looking at the section of the rice stubble behind He Xiangu, it is all brushed in unison, from the ground to the angle of the sun at eight or nine o'clock.

Xue Pan, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but praise: "I haven't seen Sister He touch the sickle for so many years, and this time, the angle and strength of the knife are still just right......"

Hearing Xue Pan's words, Qingwen forgot the pain in his fingers, and he was completely attracted by He Xiangu's skillful "movements" in the rice field. I always felt that there seemed to be some kind of doorway in this, and after thinking about it, I found that if I took apart He Xiangu's movements one by one, it was just ordinary field work.

This ordinary action is appropriate and the force is saved, which is probably the heat in place.

Baoyu glanced at Qingwen, who kept nodding, and said in her heart: "This nerd, won't you learn something from it again?!"

Sure enough, Qingwen was muttering to herself, if Baoyu was not misinterpreted, what he said was "the heart, hands, knife, and rice are one, and they are in line with ......"

......

Heiwa's elder brother Izumiko stood on the ridge and shouted with a smile: "Drink! It seems that the shaman era is about to return!"

Turning around, he instigated the silent old rice guest next to him to come, and asked, "Look at Sister He's posture, compared to your old one?!"

The old rice guest ignored the empty bowl, and after half a ring, he raised his head, and a confident smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"I said old rice guest, don't just laugh! Go to the field, how about you go and compete with her?" Someone in the crowd tried to provoke the old rice customer, but the old guy was also a ghost, and he didn't pick up the stubble at all.

When everyone was eating, He Xiangu was cutting rice in the field alone, and it was really a meal, and it had been cut from this end to the top of the rice field.

Qingwen glanced at Baoyu, who had never said a word, Baoyu stuck out her tongue at him, and said yearningly:

"What's wrong with the shaman era?! Sister He, she is easy to talk to, no matter how hard she exerts her strength, it will be a spring breeze and rain. And I, if I really inherit the female shaman's set, I will call for wind and rain, and I will fight bravely and ruthlessly, and win a man with a lot of noise......"

Seeing Baoyu clenching her fists, Qingwen made a corresponding action: she shrunk her neck, like a turtle with a shrunken head, and joked: "According to what you say, isn't the shaman era a change of soup but not a change of medicine, and how can a man grow in the era of a man becoming a woman?"

......

Quanzi still didn't give up, and began to instigate Heiwa to compete with He Xiangu again.

Baoyu couldn't help but glared at the "ill-intentioned" Quanzi, and said in his heart: "Bad thing, in order to let He Xiangu show his skills, you didn't hesitate to push your younger brother in front......"

Seeing that He Xiangu was winning, at the instigation of his brother Quanzi, he just went down the slope to officially send out an invitation and challenged He Xiangu.

......

"No...... No way...... You can't follow the old rules...... We'll have to change the rules today......"

He Xiangu waved her hand when she heard this, and she proposed that it was no problem to participate in the rice cutting competition, but she wanted to choose Qingwen as the referee, the reason is: Qingwen is a baby from outside who has seen the world, so she deserves the honor of being a referee.

Xue Pan couldn't help her, so he had to give in, so Quanzi lost the opportunity to be a referee, and he couldn't use it anymore.

So, under Qingwen's order, on both sides of the ridge, He Xiangu and Heiwa, the two of them "plunged headlong" into the rice jungle with bursts of rice fragrance, and began to cut rice in unison, and their backs were soon submerged by the high straw.

Everyone was busy searching for the two contestants with their eyes, and could only guess the location of the two opponents by the sound of the ears of rice, the direction of the wind, and the sound of rustling. Even Nan Yan, who has always regarded this kind of labor competition as a boring game, was mobilized by everyone's enthusiasm, he stretched his neck, and from time to time expressed his views on the progress of the two opponents and his friends during the game.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the brown stubble extensions that had been cut out of the middle of the rice in the ridges, and the two threads were advancing rapidly.

From his tanned face, it was not clear who he really wanted to win.

......

The old rice guest looked at the backs of the two opponents in the rice field, as if he remembered something. He may be sighing that since the first generation of Dayan River ancestors, for the gift of nature, he has adopted "not to take it with technology", but to achieve it with respect, moderation and hard work.

Abiding by the mission of the clan and respecting heaven and earth is the glorious tradition of Dayan River villagers that has lasted for thousands of years. As the "agricultural pioneers" of the older generation, Lao Daoke certainly hopes that the younger generations will continue the mission and tradition of the clan.

He glanced back at Qingwen sitting on the ridge and Baoyu, Wei Xiaobao and Xue Pan, who were standing on the side, and their juniors from other countries, his wrinkled face showed an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

......

The speed at which He Xiangu bundled the rice with one hand was beyond what Baoyu's eyes could grasp.

At this time, Baoyu has been chasing the event with her divine sense, she used her heart to look at He Xiangu's fast-moving left and right hands, only to see He Xiangu divide by two with three times and five by two, so she used her ring finger and thumb to flip her fingers like a flower, and neatly tied a beautiful knot to the rice.

Baoyu finally couldn't help but ask Wei Xiaobao beside him: "I said 'Wei Niang', didn't the legendary plum blossom knot say that it has been lost......"

Wei Xiaobao didn't mind Baoyu calling him by his nickname, but he still responded, he was busy watching the battle, and he was busy explaining: "The so-called plum blossom knot is named because it resembles a plum blossom. Using this knot to bundle rice, He Xiangu can be regarded as the first person.

"Now she is the only one who knows how to tie this knot, and He Xiangu always regrets that she has not encountered a talent that can inherit this method. ”

Oh, Baoyu thought: I see, no wonder she thinks that He Xiangu's method of soles is not to thread needles and threads, but to fly needles and knots!

How can a word "wonderful" be spoken?!