Uncle Liu is in his thirties, and he has never seen him go down to the ground or work once. Anyway, as soon as the family is busy with farming, he always has this and that thing to do, they are all close relatives of the family, and who doesn't know who, he never expected him to help.

Everyone has nothing to say about Liu Wanlimang's absence during the planting period.

Even the old couple of the Liu family felt that it was good if the eldest son was not there, so as not to get busy with the farm, and they had to take care of him.

As he said, Uncle Liu left early the next morning.

At night, the hot and dry warm wind blows from the south, and the wheat seems to be blown yellow overnight, and the fields are full of undulating golden wheat waves, filled with the fragrance of ripe wheat.

Golden ears of wheat and snow-white wheat noodles, two dazzling colors, are probably the biggest driving force for everyone to work hard despite the scorching heat.

Before the stars and the moon have gone, it will be three or four o'clock in the morning in modern times, and the people who go down to the ground will get up early, swallow two steamed cakes of wild vegetables, and quickly cut the wheat before the sun comes out.

First bend down, then dance the sickle, grab the wheat stalk with the left hand and send it to the knife, and pull the sickle from the bottom of the stalk with the right hand, and the wheat in the hand will be cut.

Cut a stubble, put a stubble on the side of the right leg, and then continue cutting.

Thus stubble after crop of wheat is cut, beginning in the morning when no one is visible, and ending in the dark night. At the end of the day, the people of Anjia Village are like tireless machines, only knowing how to wield the sickle repeatedly.

Of all the farm work, wheat harvesting should be the hardest work.

At this time, the sun was scorching, scorching on the back, and under the straw sandals was the heat of the ground fumigation, which seemed to be smoking, but they could only endure and continue to bend over to cut wheat.

Even for those who do farm work all year round, the right hand holding the sickle will quickly be blistered in the first few days. But the most uncomfortable thing is the waist, as if the bones and flesh are separated, and the pain is so sore that I can't stand up.

However, the wheat that has been harvested for a day is not yet a head.

The wheat had to be dried, and when the sheaves of wheat were loaded onto the cart and pulled back, the crowd was exhausted. There are very few families in the village who have ploughing cattle, so they pull wooden carts and walk on the potholed dirt road, and if they are not careful, the cart will overturn and scatter the wheat on the ground.

At this time, it is often the most tormenting, who are tired of the day, can't help but feel on fire, reload the car rarely complain a few words, sometimes one of the men and women speaks heavily, the other is not convinced, it is naturally easy to quarrel.

Therefore, when the farm is busy, there is always a quarrel on the ridge.

The Liu family is one of those families who often complain and quarrel.

With the women going to the ground during spring ploughing, they are indispensable for cutting wheat this time, and the three daughters-in-law of the Liu family have to go to the ground.

Among the juniors, Liu Qingyun is the eldest son and grandson, or has preferential treatment, and only needs to take care of the three little Luotou cousins of the Sanfang family. Her sister Liu Baoer is a ten-year-old little lady, and Grandma Liu is patriarchal, even if she is the daughter of the eldest son, she has to take care of the food of several people in the family during this period.

Liu Chenxing is a disgusting granddaughter, so she is even more unqualified to stay at home, and she has to go to the ground with Liu Qingshan, the brother of most of the labor force.

After all, Liu Qingshan was only ten years old, so he couldn't bend his back too early, but he didn't need to cut the wheat, so he used an ox cart to transport the cut wheat back and forth.

Grandma Liu is an iron rooster who never pulls out a hair, and when she sees that there are always fragmented ears of wheat falling when cutting wheat, Liu Chenxing was arranged to carry a small back basket on her back, follow behind the wheat cutting, and pick up the fallen ears of wheat one by one.

There are many children like Liu Chenxing in Anjia Village who pick up ears of wheat, but most of them pick up ears of wheat in their own fields, and only those who are really unhappy at home and have little fields will go to the edge of other people's fields to pick up ears of wheat, or follow the wooden cart that transports the ears of wheat back to dry, and pick up some fallen ears of wheat.

They are all neighbors of the same village, and when they see that they are women and children, they don't have the energy to pick it up anymore, so they just let them pick it up, and they generally don't say anything.

Grandma Liu saw these children picking ears of wheat on the ridges, but they were as uncomfortable as cutting her flesh, according to her grandmother's temperament, these children who were picking wheat on their ridges were thieves, and they should be waved away with a broom. However, the eldest son is a scholar, and she has to be an official in the imperial examination, she will inevitably be truthful in doing so, and if she does not give her eldest son a bad reputation for bullying the villagers, Uncle Liu will definitely not spare her.

Can't get rid of these thieves and children, the evil anger in Grandma Liu's chest can't come out, and the hot sun on her head makes her sweat, her waist can't be straightened up as if it is broken, and her heart is even more angry, seeing Liu Chenxing lazily straightening up to wipe her sweat, she immediately scolded viciously: "I know that I am lazy!" The family's ears of wheat are about to be stolen by thieves! Why don't you go to the ridge to pick up wheat! The lack of wheat will be deducted from your rations! ”

There were other people's wheat fields around, and Grandma Liu's voice was so loud that the neighbors on the side couldn't help frowning.

However, there are many relatives in the village, and Grandma Liu's left sentence of "thief" has a sentence of "stealing", although it is ugly, but it is their own children who are scolded, and they don't have much to say.

It's just that the youngest daughter of Liu Erlang's family is pitiful, it is noon when the scorching sun is in the sky, and these adults can't stand the temperature in the wheat field, let alone the five-year-old girl?

At this time, which family does not let the child go under the tree to escape the heat first, after all, the child is weak and has a heat stroke, how can it be good? The wheat that fell on the ground, no matter how precious the grain was, was only a mouthful and a half, and it was not worth exchanging the child's body for it.

Although everyone didn't say anything, Uncle Liu could still feel everyone's condemning gaze, his face suddenly became even hotter, and he hurriedly stopped cutting wheat and shouted loudly: "Ah Xing, the sun is scorching at this time, and I told you to hide under the tree for a while, why did you come down again!" Get on it! ”

After speaking, he said to a farmer in the neighboring field, "Her grandmother is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, looking at this big day, Ah Xing didn't go up, so she had to scold." ”

Hearing Uncle Liu's explanation, she really didn't know what to say.

But Liu Chenxing couldn't afford to care.

Anyway, she was used to being scolded by Grandma Liu, she was already immune, and she didn't hurt her muscles and bones, so she would reply when she was happy, and she didn't hear it if she wasn't happy.

At this time, it automatically blocked Grandma Liu's scolding, she was really tired.

The sun is big, the dry wheat field is dusty, and the choking makes people's throats and eyes very uncomfortable, and they have to cough twice from time to time, how can they still have the strength to reply to Grandma Liu.

Therefore, Grandma Liu's health is really good, and she can still scold loudly in this situation.

Liu Chenxing looked at the dazzling sun on her head, the white swaying, and weighed her small body again, seeing that she really couldn't bear it anymore, she reluctantly glanced at the fallen ears of wheat again, and slowly walked up the ridge.

Although Grandma Liu pressed her and didn't let her rest, she was also willing. It's too bitter to cut wheat, wheat noodles are not easy to come by, she changed unconsciously, reluctant to pick up one less ear of wheat, not completely to eat that bite, is inexplicably reluctant, these are all hard work and sweat in exchange.

Tired and finally walked under the tree, Liu Chenxing couldn't put down the basket, so he sat down on the ground.

In the golden wheat field not far away, she saw the farmer with his upper body, the peasant woman wiping his sweat, and the ears of wheat that were constantly being cut.