It's still yesterday's field.

The people of Qingchuan Village call this place Fangniugou.

There are continuous green hills, and under the green hills is a sloping slope, which is connected to the paddy fields.

Because there is a mountain spring at the foot of the mountain, it is a place that the villagers often go to when they are working.

Take a sip of water, rest your feet, and make small talk......

Nowadays, no one has this mind.

"Why did you lose it? Haven't you been harvesting in this patch yesterday? As soon as Dazhi heard about it, he hurried to the scene, and he asked very nervously.

He didn't come alone.

Because when I went to call him, he was working, and as soon as they heard about it, everyone rushed this way.

The people in the village, when they saw Uncle Thirteen's field, were a little helpless.

Most of the rice was cut in half, as if a dog had gnawed it.

The cut part also shed some grains, and the straw was not tied properly, because ...... No!

So this piece and that piece.

There are even two stalls of grain in the field, and I don't know how to get it.

It is not the same thing as the field of Ming Hao's family next to it, which is clean and clean, and the appearance of scarecrows standing one by one.

"This is too bad for food, I think there are still some ...... on it that have not been threshed."

"I can't pick it up if I want to, footprints are everywhere, if Uncle Thirteen sees it, I won't be distressed to death."

Listening to these discussions, the ears of the young people in the factory turned red.

The scene was indeed a mess, but they really tried their best, but farming is the same as working in the workshop, and it is not that simple.

Hearing Dazhi's question, the big guy's face turned red and blue.

Zhao Dingtian, as a team leader, naturally wanted to speak, "This ...... Yesterday we worked until dark, stopped what we were doing, and thought about coming back this morning and going home in the dark, but I didn't expect that as soon as we came in the morning, we would ...... That's it. ”

To say this is to say nothing.

She didn't stop there, and then said: "It is said that the road is not left behind, and the house is not closed at night, why is this rice that has not been dried at all, and there are still people who want to transport it home, this field is everywhere, and no one has stolen it, right?" ”

"Is there a misunderstanding, someone did a good deed and helped transport it to the sun!"

"Or is this ...... Uncle Thirteen did he make his own house at night? ”

"Otherwise, let's go and see, this rice ......"

Zhao Dingtian said a lot at once.

Dazhi frowned, and he didn't really want to answer.

If he doesn't say it, it doesn't mean that the people in the village don't say it.

"There are only two old people in Uncle Thirteen's family, and Uncle Thirteen is not very good, if he can carry a sack, he won't think about others helping to harvest at all, and he cherishes a grain of rice!"

"That's right, this is lost, what will I do in the future?"

Zhao Dingtian stiffened his neck and wanted to refute again.

Dazhi waved his hand to stop it.

He asked, "What was the situation in the fields when you left last night?" ”

In fact, you don't need to ask to know.

"We threshed six or seven sacks, and the threshing barrels were full of ......."

Dazhi gasped.

He couldn't hold back a little and said, "It's all in sacks, why can't it be shipped back!" ”

"This ...... Even if it's a little less threshing, how much you can do, how many sacks you can take home, and then call it a day. ”

Everybody does it.

Everyone bowed their heads in shame.

Zhao Dingtian trembled his lips and said, "Without investigation, there is no right to speak, we ...... It's also a piece of kindness, and it will never be stolen, and the reason for this has to be found in the village. ”

This means that people in your own village stole it?

Dazhi was almost by her.

"This is put in a sack, and it can't be dried at night, but it's better to put it here, and you can dry it directly today......"

"Do you have a brain, you don't understand that, you don't understand, you don't know how to ask, now that you have lost something, you want to do it first!"

"We didn't mean to."

"If you don't mean it, you can be irresponsible! It's better not to help, it's safer to put it in the field, and we'll help cut it when the time comes! ”

Dazhi didn't ask her again, just looked at the scene in front of him and estimated the loss, "So, this large piece of land, didn't pull a sack back?" That is, all of them were stolen, and only a small piece that was not cut at the moment remained? ”

A few young people, you pushed me, I pushed you, and in the end they still didn't speak.

Hook your head and keep silent.

"Thirteen Uncle ......"

I don't know who shouted, but everyone fell silent.

Uncle Thirteen is over sixty years old, and the younger generation calls him that.

The children in the family work in the city, and like Chu Tiankuo's uncle Li Zhiyuan, their daughters are also married.

The old couple didn't want to go to live in the city with them, but they were getting older.

His hair was half white, his waist was hunched, he was lean, and he carried a basket in his hand, and staggered down the ridge.

That is, this year, the fields have just been divided, and the children in the city can't go home to farm, so it's easy to have their own fields, and he can't bear to lose the waste, not to mention the public grain.

I didn't expect to suddenly get sick, and my energy couldn't keep up.

"Lost ...... Finish? Uncle Thirteen's voice trembled a little.

His eyes were a little sad, and he looked around.

The rice grains that had been thrown aside because the threshing was not clean were scattered in all directions.

It was threshing because it was too late, and the sack was not pulled properly, and some rice was poured in the mud.

He said in a wailing voice: "If you lose it, you can lose it, you can't find it, the dolls are all well-intentioned, they can't work, and they go home too late." ”

After saying this, he didn't know what to say.

It's just that his eyes are a little open, look at this, look at that, and regret on his face.

He put the basket on the rice and directly used his hands to pick up the rice that had fallen on the ground.

"Uncle Thirteen, it's all in the mud. I'm afraid it won't work. ”

"Uncle Thirteen, don't worry, let's figure it out." Dazhi said.

The thirteenth uncle responded "hmm", and he didn't know whether he listened or not, so he continued to hold the rice in the basket.

At first, it was still rice, but then it was almost all silt, so I was a little reluctant to stop.

After stopping, he muttered: "It's okay, when the time comes, just put it in the water and dry it again, if it was a few years earlier, there would be a handful of rice ...... more expensive."

It seemed that he was afraid that the young people would be embarrassed, so when he said this, he didn't say anything more.

He looked at the rice that had not been threshed.

He pulled it with his hands, and when he saw a place where there was rice, he brushed it with his hands, and then tied it into a scarecrow and squatted in the field.

One and another.

The young people's eyes were hot.

Some young women even shed tears.

"Uncle Thirteen, it's all our fault, you tell us, what to do, let's come!"

"Yes, the rice can't be lost in vain, even if it is lost, we should be responsible!"

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