It is estimated that Xiao Han's literary enlightenment was influenced by his grandfather.

But who knows, it seems that it is Xiao Han's father who is more deeply affected by the old man.

Not to mention anything else, Xiao Han's father Han Huang used his spare time to write a fantasy book of more than 8 million words in three years, which is enough to show that so far, it is Xiao Han's father who has received a deeper literary influence from his father-in-law.

Xiao Han's grandmother is a famous shooting athlete.

Xiao Han's mother and Xiao Han's father and his wife have a deep relationship, and they are also a top graduate of the Department of Architecture of Tsinghua University.

If Xiao Han is the most ordinary in their family, he is really right......

Besides, when everyone touched the melons along the vine, and then continued to search, when they saw the waterfront villa where Xiao Han's family lived, no one smiled anymore.

It's more than just a "trench".

Is that where people live?

The encyclopedia photo is a quiet scenery in a corner of their home, with a mirrored water light outside, an irregular geometric building with an absolutely modern shape, and a combination of masonry and glass, which is futuristic like a grand theater.

The huge building is majestic enough to look at it from the outside, and I don't know what the interior of the house will look like.

"Holy! Xiao Han's family is so stylish! ”

Everyone else silently went upstairs to wash and sleep, leaving Xiao Wang screaming at his phone in the living room.

Shuichi also stood up silently, "Don't go back to sleep yet!" ”

Xiao Wang walked out of the house with a smile and went back to the dormitory to sleep with a small tune.

Anyway, he couldn't afford to live in that kind of big house for ten lifetimes.

So, there's nothing to lose.

I woke up and went down to the field tomorrow to farm.

People, the most important thing is to have self-knowledge.

Three days later, the first harvester burst into Rose Village early in the morning.

Under the command of Lao Wang, the integrated harvester cut the field for almost an hour or two, harvesting the first ripe golden rice in the east of the village. It can be regarded as the official kick-off of the autumn harvest.

Xia Hanxun had never seen how the rice harvesting in the village was operated.

is also full of interest, like Dongdong, chasing the harvester and shuttling on the ridge.

As the old saying goes, "Plant a grain of millet in spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn." ”

It's another year of golden autumn season, looking at the golden and bent rice in the rice field, Xia Hanxun smiled from ear to ear.

Like her, she is full of happiness, as well as the dozen croppers of the rice planting team represented by Lao Wang.

Watching the harvester harvest in the rice field, the golden rice flows into the loading box under the highly integrated mechanized operation, and you can smell the refreshing fragrance of grains from afar.

In the past, Xia Hanxun had seen the picture of the farmers' autumn harvest in the language book.

But in those pictures, although there will be machinery, most of them are still peasant uncles holding sickles, bending down, cutting off the ears of rice one by one, and then, if possible, they set up a super-large grain bucket in the rice field after harvesting, put a small ladder-like farm tool, and the rice can be knocked down in the bucket.

When he was tired, he would sit on the ridge and brag with the neighbors in the field next door, smoke a cigarette and drink water.

What was a busy scene is now a purely mechanized operation.

I can no longer see the farmers cutting and threshing rice in the fields.

Under the coordination of Lao Wang, all the harvested rice was packed in nylon bags, pierced, and dragged to the factory by pallet trucks, dried, dried, and then the first batch of finishing was carried out.

A few rice fields to the east had just been harvested, and the harvesters had driven out of the village and back to the town.

Xia Hanxun also watched the croppers transport dozens of bags to the factory, and saw Dongdong's grandmother, Grandma Liu, driving a flock of ducks out of the village.