At the beginning of the autumn breeze overnight, the verdant on the wheat stalks suddenly dissipated, like a baby's pink complexion, which is envious.

Mother Shen smiled.

Perhaps for the people of Qinzhou, the happiest thing in the past year is this moment.

Many families have long been in the green, and if they don't do some other livelihood to make a living, they are afraid that the old and the young will starve to death. Now, the autumn harvest is finally in time.

Shen Shan found the rusty sickle from the beams of the outer room early in the morning.

The head of the knife is not large, only the length of an adult's palm. The width of the two fingers together is slightly bloated because of the rust.

The handle of the knife was a poplar stick cut down in the mountains in the early years, and the handle of the ruler was full of gray and black stains. Shen Yun recognized that it was mostly sweat stains stained with soil, and over time, it became a trace that could not be washed away.

Shen Shan didn't know where to pick up the stone, dipped it in some water, the rusty sickle was sharpened on it a little, the floating rust was worn away, and the dark pig iron emitted a cold glow under the reflection of the morning light.

With a slight scratch of his finger on the blade, Shen Shan raised his head, looked at Shen Yun standing beside him and smiled, he didn't know what to say, but he dropped the sickle and handed the handle to Shen Yun.

In the end, he still guessed what Shen Shan meant, and Shen Yun also scraped it, feeling that if he was not careful, he would cut a cut on his hand, so he nodded, making Shen Shan happy for a while.

The three sickles, Shen Shan polished them in just half a moment.

The first time she cut wheat, Shen's mother deliberately got up early and made old noodles steamed buns with the few white noodles at home. When you go to the ground, you take a few with you, and you don't go home at noon, until the sun goes down and you see the shepherd driving the sheep back, and then you will go back.

To be honest, Shen Yun was a little afraid.

This is the first time he has worked in the fields with such simple farming tools.

Listening to Shen's mother, in the next half a month, it is a common thing to wear stars and moons. Unless it's raining, don't even think about going home early.

It would have been only ten days. However, there are still more than 20 acres of land that Shen Xi smashed his face on his home. At this time, the burden of a family of three is much heavier.

Speaking of this, Shen's mother sighed and looked at Shen Shan, who was still busy working over there. sighed slightly: "Your father will die of hard labor in this life, I talked to him a few days ago, and I nodded and agreed without thinking about it, and I said a few words, and he shouted with a thick neck......"

Before Shen's mother could say the rest of the words, Shen Shan had already come over.

After seeing that everything was packed up, he nodded, and walked with his sickle to the vast fields outside the village.

It's not just Shen Yun's family who is so anxious.

When the family of three came to the field, the anxious family had already cut many gaps in the yellow wheat field.

In the end, the farmhouse is simple, and all kinds of greetings along the road make Shen Yun more impressed by these neighbors.

Accustomed to seeing the ears of wheat in later generations, Shen Yun had to say that the lack of green and yellow in the farmhouse was definitely a problem of variety.

The stalks were waist-high, but the ears of wheat were only an inch, and there were only about twenty grains of wheat when they were counted.

The more sparse sowing method is also the barrenness of the soil, and on the land in front of Shen Yun, which looks like there are two acres, it is estimated that the defense of the city is only a little more than one stone.

Rao is like this, but Shen's mother still happily praised that this year's wind and rain are smooth, and the harvest looks good.

Standing on the ridge, the cool autumn breeze blows, and it is refreshing for a while. Originally, Shen Yun thought that he had entered the wheat field, and with such comfortable weather, he was not very good at holding the sickle in his hand, and he would not be bad.

How did he know that reality gave him a hard slap.

Considering that the wheat straw should be burned on the kang, the wheat stubble should be kept low. People have to squat on the ground to work normally, and when the body is below the wheat stalk, a sultry heat hits in an instant.

Coupled with the heavy muddy smell, Shen Yun couldn't stand up immediately and take a few long breaths.

It's just that Shen Shan and Shen Mu have already brandished the sickle in their hands, and Shen Yun can't afford to be left behind. Observing the movements of the two, Shen Yun learned as if they were doing so.

It is said that 360 lines are the champions, even if it is a small wheat harvest, it is also a science. Shen Yun naturally didn't understand the mystery, and when he wielded the sickle for the first time, he had a little strength in his hands, but it was also easy.

It's just that after only half an hour, Shen Yun felt that there seemed to be two heavy lead blocks hanging on his arm, and his every move was suppressed, and he couldn't exert his strength at all.

At this time, Shen Shan and Shen Mu had already cut seven or eight feet away.

Looking at Shen Yun, who was moving more and more slowly, Shen Shan whined a few words. Shen Yun didn't understand it, and only Shen's mother, who had been with her for many years, understood the meaning.

Smiling, Mother Shen walked to Shen Yun's side.

"Silly boy, if you don't work for a year, you won't even be able to use a sickle. What to do in so many fields, the knife head is so short, and you can't cut it if you get too much. Follow this strength to your own side, the force is less, and a certain toe is about to be cut. ”

Shen Mu demonstrated one by one, Shen Yun observed carefully, and before he knew it, Shen Yun was cut by Shen Mu a few feet down.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Shen's mother smiled: "You can cut it slowly by yourself, you are also young and have never made any effort, so you are not in a hurry." ”

After thinking about it, I seemed to think that I should say again: "Now that I know the hardships of farming, you should study hard in the future, and when you are promoted, you will be an official, and you will not need to work hard like this." ”

Shaking her head, Mother Shen slowly walked to her side and began to cut the wheat.

Leaving Shen Yun alone, he recalled Shen's mother's expectations in his mind, and slowly put down the wheat stalks in front of him with the skills he had just observed.

The sun gradually hung high. In the blink of an eye, it was already overhead.

Although it is cold in the northwest, the sun is still scorching at noon even in autumn. The already sweltering wheat field became more and more scorching, as if a person had been thrown into a steamer, allowing heavy layers of water vapor to soak through.

Shen Yun was already sweating profusely. The two sleeves were rolled up high, and the sweat from his forehead was wiped from time to time, and the burlap sleeves were soaked. Rao was like this, and the sweat still flowed from his forehead to his cheeks, and then slowly dripped from his cheeks, splashing into dark brown dots on the charred earth.

Looking at the backs of Shen Shan and Shen's mother, who had long since gone, Shen Yun didn't feel a good feeling in his heart.

No one is a tough man in the end.

After working for a long time, Shen Shan and Shen's mother have cut out almost an acre of land. At this time, I can't stand the hot sun.

The two of them stood up together, looked at Shen Yun, who was still moving slowly behind them, smiled, and shouted, "Child, don't be too busy, come over and rest under the shade of this tree, and eat something along the way." ”

Standing up with the sickle, feeling a cool breeze blowing on his back, Shen Yun instantly felt so comfortable.

On the edge of the ridge is a waist-thick birch tree.

The canopy of the umbrella-like tree casts a lot of shade, and the family of three sits under the tree, just to enjoy the scenery of the field.

Shen's mother took out the prepared steamed buns from her baggage, and Shen Shan also took out a water hyacinth from the side.

took a sip beautifully, wiped the mouth of the gourd, and then handed it to Shen Yun. At the same time, Shen's mother also handed the steamed buns to Shen Yun.

Although it is an old steamed bun, it is made of stone grinding and mixed with a lot of wheat bran. The flour is coarse and sparse, and the taste is naturally not very good.

It's just that this is already the best food in the farm. If it is not during the autumn harvest season, people have to work hard, and it is common to add something else to the steamed bun, such as the powder made from some weeds.

Carefully chewed and swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns, drank saliva, and handed the gourd to Shen's mother.

In the end, she was used to living a hard life, and after drinking saliva, Shen's mother held the steamed bun in her hand and bit it carefully, for fear that a little bit of the steamed bun would slip away from her fingers. After the whole steamed bun is eaten, carefully eat the residue in your hand.

Seeing that Shen Yun had been looking at herself, Shen's mother smiled: "Don't look at just such a thing, it also grows little by little in the ground." All year round, it's good that we can eat a pure white flour steamed bun, don't waste it. ”

The words are very simple.

But Shen Yun's nose was sour.

Think about the future life I can't order takeout at every turn, and once I have vegetables I don't like, I won't eat the whole plate. There will always be leftovers in the meal, and the banquet will inevitably be extravagant, Rao is cooking at home, and he is also picky and thin about the materials.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

The common people who face the loess with their backs to the sky are the ones who really understand this poem.

On the ridge not far away, several familiar men were taking advantage of the rest to chat.

"I heard that the Tangut people and those places in Lanzhou grow watermelons that are very sweet. If a palm-sized watermelon comes to me every day at this time, I would be willing to sleep all night and be busy in the field. ”

"Don't talk about Lanzhou, just our Qinzhou, many places also plant. But those things are all things that rich people eat, and it is said that a pound costs several pennies, obediently, this is eating money. ”

"Yes, the food that our family eats every day is only a few pennies."

Shen Yun saw Shen Shan's throat move.

Only after this moment, there was no more trembling.

Who wouldn't want to eat something good?

In the end, people are poor and short-minded, and just a watermelon is enough to become the luxury of these poor people.

Shen Yun's inner determination became stronger and stronger.

He wants to make this depressed family more and more prosperous, and then Shen Shan and his wife will not have to suffer so much. Don't want to be as poor and luxurious as those rich families, at least, let them eat a watermelon to the fullest in their lifetime.