In fact, loading wheat is also a technical job, and if it is not loaded well, the consequences are very serious.

At that time, the wheat field had just been opened, and the road in the field was all dirt roads, potholes, and bumpy walks.

The wheat stalks themselves are smooth, and as they bum, they arch outward little by little.

If you don't pay attention to it, the truckload of wheat is scattered all over the place.

Several young people were dumbfounded at the time, so they had to pick them up one by one and reload them.

After a lot of effort and sweat, I finally put it back on, and then walked cautiously.

Looking at the cart of wheat trembling and shaking, my heart rose to my throat.

To be honest, I was afraid of something, I didn't go far, the car was bumpy, and the whirring wheat was rolling all over the ground.

A young man was a little broken, his eyes were red, and he was angry at little Archer:

"Let you sit on the roof of the car, you can't help it, look at it, it's scattered again!!"

Everyone was hired by the Orientals, and of course little Archie was not convinced, and he sneered at each other:

"It's not that your loading level is not good."

The young man rushed over and was about to hit little Archie, who ran away.

Of course, everyone has to reinstall it ------- just make a show.

The sun was right overhead, motionless.

The ground was whitened by the sun, and the eyes were straight.

There was not a shade, not a hint of wind. Not having an inch of your body is not uncomfortable.

The young people did not say a word, and silently filled the wheat again.

At that moment, twelve-year-old little Achill only hated in his heart, but he didn't know who he hated.

This time they loaded the truck more carefully and tried their best to tie the wheat more tightly.

But when they were about to reach the wheat field, they were about to collapse again, so they had to stop the car, not daring to take another step.

A young man ran back, brought a lot of rope, and tied a cart of wheat like a net, and barely pulled it to the wheat field.

When they unloaded the wheat and returned to the field, it was already twelve o'clock.

Old Baum and the others had just put down their scythes, and they all looked exhausted.

He looked at the young men menacingly and asked:

"Where are you going to rest, a carload of Myla for most of the day!"

Little Achill didn't dare to fight back against him, he couldn't help it, and he cried "wow".

It was then that the Governor appeared, and like the Orientals, he wore a bowler-capped straw hat and a yellowed handkerchief around his neck------- and little Achill knew that he could wipe his face.

The Governor patted little Achill on the shoulder, stroked his yellow hair, and took a few pieces of toffee out of his pocket and stuffed them for him.

The Governor smiled and held out a finger at him, signaling him not to cry.

Little Achill didn't dare to cry, but she clutched the toffee in her hand, which was extremely delicious.

The Governor shouted a few words at the people, and one of the white men who accompanied him immediately translated, to the effect that the wheat would soon be ground into white flour, so that everyone might eat bread and bread made of new flour, which was our own food, and that each of us would receive some wheat harvest.

These words made the people of the time cheer, and they were still laughing until the Governor was gone.

Only little Archer didn't care about any subsidies------- is that one with toffee delicious?!

Old Baum didn't let them carry the wheat anymore, as if they were wasting their time.

The wheat field is relatively large and far from where they live, so it is too time-consuming to go back to the canteen to eat at noon, so they will eat lunch in the field.

Everyone was satisfied with the Oriental habit of eating three meals a day.

After a simple meal, everyone took a wheat as a pillow and lay on the ground.

Everyone was tired and didn't want to say a word, and soon fell asleep.

As if he hadn't slept for a few minutes, the Oriental man had old Baum yelling again;

"Wake up, wake up, it's past two o'clock, if you don't get up again, this land won't be cut this afternoon!"

Little Achill was dizzy all afternoon, he felt like he was taking a hot shower, and he was sticky.

He was looking forward to the sun setting soon, so that he could go to the cafeteria and order something beautiful.

At this time, everyone's closest thing is the row of white iron kettles on the edge of the field.

I couldn't cut a few wheat, so I ran over and picked up the kettle, poured water into a big spoon, and poured a few big mouthfuls on my back to the sky.

The Oriental man was probably too tired to stand it, and his posture of cutting wheat changed from standing to half-squatting, but he was still stubbornly supporting and moving forward little by little.

And old Baum was almost half-kneeling, and after cutting for a while, he had to kneel on both knees, hold the sickle on the ground, and rest for a while with his head next to the sickle.

When it was slightly dark, everyone finally put down this large piece of wheat completely!

More than a dozen four-wheeled carriages were filled with lovely wheat, and little Achill sat on them, feeling like a general!

The rest of the labor force had returned, and little Archer was just as tired when he saw them.

The wheat in the wheat field was piled up like a hill.

Many people took out the big knives and began to feed the horses.

Sure enough, there was another delicious meal in the cafeteria, and all the people involved in the wheat harvest were gulping down bread and bread.

Little Achill knew that bread was baked and bread was steamed, and he loved both.

After eating, everyone took turns to take a hot shower------ at first, the Orientals forced them to rinse more ------ times a day, and everyone got used to it.

After taking a shower, no one sat in the yard anymore and chatted, and they all hurried back to bed.

The scary thing is that I have to go to the wheat harvest the next day!

Little Archer couldn't get up the next day, he felt like his whole body was falling apart, and he couldn't lift his arms.

In fact, everyone got up with a sigh------- but none of them got up as elatedly as they had been.

When they first came here, they all secretly laughed, there was no such work in Europe, three meals a day, only ten hours of work, and several days off a month!

No one laughed when they woke up that day.

Old Baum himself secretly said, "God, I am guilty of growing too much wheat------

The next day, every three days, on the fourth day------ they had finally finished harvesting the wheat------ little Achill was so happy that he didn't have to go to the barley harvest, because the barley was planted less!

What little Achill could not have known was that at that time, the second governor of the junior said to Colonel Wang Ding hatefully:

"We forgot to bring a horse-drawn harvesting baler!"

They did forget to bring this thing, it was a harvesting artifact invented by Wang Defa's family, and it could complete the harvesting and bundling actions by driving four horses to pull it, and it could completely replace sixteen prime-aged laborers!

Their technicians, of course, knew how the equipment was driven, but struggled with the necessary spare parts and quality steel------

Even if it is urgently transported from the main island of Liuqiu now, it will take at least two years!

The soldiers of the Imperial Army and Navy had always taken turns to participate in agricultural construction, not only helping with the planting, but also bringing out many white, Hui, and black apprentices.

They also did their best.

Colonel Wang Ding said lightly: "It is good to have no horse-drawn harvesting baler, let them develop the habit of obeying us in the heavy manual labor!" ”

This is certainly also an effective management method, and heavy physical labor makes people lose their minds and learn to be submissive.

However------ Governor remembered a yellow-haired child crying, and the voice was very similar to the cry of his own son.

Well, two years of hard work, the third year will be fine.

The next year's wheat harvest, little Achill did not cry, gritted his teeth and survived, but the wheat harvest was still his nightmare.

Seeing that the wheat harvest in the third year has arrived, there are more people on the island, but there are more wheat fields!

You say, can Achill not be worried?