One less felt a piercing pain in the thumb of his left hand. Baili Xi on the side hurriedly dropped the sickle and rice in his hand and rushed over to help him hold down the wound.

Shao Yiqiang endured the pain and said to Baili Xi: "It's okay, it's just a little skin trauma." ”

"Hurt the bones, I just saw it. Bai Li Xi saw the finger bones overflowing with blood, and Shaoyi's bones looked a little peculiar, unlike any person he had ever seen.

"Don't tell anyone else......" said one less reassuring.

Seeing this, He Xiangu put down the basket in her hand and ran over: "Baby, why are you so careless?!" She asked Baili Xi to find Xingchenhua (note: alias spoon leaf grass, which is a hemostatic grass species), and helped Shaoyi to simply deal with the wound, and saw that the wound was no longer bleeding, so He Xiangu picked up Shaoyi's sickle, went down to the ground, and helped connect the place where Shaoyi was cut off.

Her swing of the scythe was as smooth and clean as flowing water...... With just one stretch of her hand, the rice in front of her obediently sent itself into her hand, and the sickle gently hooked back, cutting dozens of rice in unison like cutting tofu.

Looking at the section of the rice stubble behind He Xiangu, it is all brushed in unison, from the ground to the angle of the sun at eight or nine o'clock.

Brother Wang, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but praise: "I haven't seen Sister He touch the sickle for so many years, and this time, the angle and strength of the knife are still just right......"

Hearing Brother Wang's words, Shaoyi forgot the pain in his fingers, and he was completely attracted by He Xiangu's skillful "movements" in the rice field. I always felt that there seemed to be some kind of doorway in this, and after thinking about it, I found that if I took apart He Xiangu's movements one by one, it was just ordinary field work.

This ordinary action is appropriate and the force is saved, which is probably the heat in place.

Goo Gu glanced at Shaoyi, who kept nodding, and said in his heart: "This idiot, won't you learn something from it again?!"

Sure enough, Shao Yi was muttering to himself, if Gu Gu was not misinterpreted, what he said was "the heart, hands, knives, and rice are one, and they are in line with ......"

......

Brother Wang's younger brother Quanzi stood on the ridge and shouted with a smile: "Drink! It seems that the shaman era is about to return!"

Turning around, he instigated the silent old rice guest next to him to come and ask, "Look at Sister He's posture, how does it compare with your old one?!"

The old rice guest ignored the empty bowl, and after half a ring, he raised his head, and a confident smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"I said old rice guest, don't just laugh! Go to the field, how about you go and compete with her?" Someone in the crowd tried to provoke the old rice customer, but the old guy was also a ghost, and he didn't pick up the stubble at all.

When everyone was eating, He Xiangu was cutting rice in the field alone, and it was really a meal, and it had been cut from this end to the top of the rice field.

Shaoyi glanced at Gugu, who had never said a word, and Gugu stuck out his tongue at him, and said yearningly: "What's wrong with the shamanic era? And I, if I really inherit the female shaman's set, I will call for wind and rain, and I will fight bravely and ruthlessly, and win a man with a lot of noise......"

Seeing that Gu Gu clenched his fists, Shao Yi made a corresponding action: he shrunk his neck, like a turtle with a shrunken head, and joked: "According to what you say, isn't the shaman era a change of soup but not a change of medicine, and what can a man grow in the era of a man becoming a woman?"

......

Quanzi still didn't give up, and began to encourage his brother Brother Wang to compete with He Xiangu.

Gu Gu couldn't help but glared at the "ill-intentioned" Quanzi, and said in his heart: "Bad thing, in order to let He Xiangu show his talents, you didn't hesitate to push your brother in front......"

Brother Nawang is also a master who likes to be competitive, seeing that He Xiangu is winning, at the instigation of his brother Quanzi, he just went down the slope to the donkey to officially issue an invitation and challenged He Xiangu.

......

"No...... No way...... You can't follow the old rules...... Let's change the rules today...... "He Xiangu waved her hand when she heard this, she proposed that it was no problem to participate in the rice cutting competition, but she wanted to choose one less as a referee, the reason is: One less represents the children who have passed four levels in a row and gone to the Sword Pavilion, so they should get the honor of being a referee.

Brother Wang couldn't help her, so he had to give in, so Quanzi lost the opportunity to be a referee, and he was so tired that he couldn't use it.

So, under Shaoyi's order, on both sides of the ridge, He Xiangu and Brother Wang, the two of them "plunged headlong" into the rice jungle with bursts of rice fragrance, and began to cut rice in unison, and their backs were soon flooded by the high straw.

Everyone was busy searching for the two contestants with their eyes, and could only guess the location of the two opponents by the sound of the ears of rice, the direction of the wind, and the sound of rustling. Even Nan Yan, who has always regarded this kind of labor competition as a boring game, was mobilized by everyone's enthusiasm, he stretched his neck, and from time to time expressed his views on the progress of the two opponents and his friends during the game.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the brown stubble extensions that had been cut out of the middle of the rice in the ridges, and the two threads were advancing rapidly.

From his tanned face, it was not clear who he really wanted to win.

......

The old rice guest looked at the backs of the two opponents in the rice field, as if he remembered something. He may be sighing that since the first generation of Dayan River ancestors, for the gift of nature, he has adopted "not to take it with technology", but to achieve it with respect, moderation and hard work.

Abiding by the mission of the clan and respecting heaven and earth is the glorious tradition of Dayan River villagers that has lasted for thousands of years. As the "agricultural pioneers" of the older generation, Lao Daoke certainly hopes that the younger generations will continue the mission and tradition of the clan.

He glanced back at Shaoyi sitting on the ridge and the younger generations of Gugu and Lengwa who were standing on the side, and his wrinkled face showed an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

......

The speed at which He Xiangu bundled the rice with one hand was beyond the ability of Gu Gu's eyes.

At this time, Gu Gu has been chasing the event with her divine sense, she used her heart to look at He Xiangu's fast-moving left and right hands, only to see He Xiangu divide by two with three times and five, so she used her ring finger and thumb to flip her fingers like a flower, and neatly tied a beautiful knot to the rice.

Gugu finally couldn't help but ask Baili Xi beside him: "I said 'Du Niang', doesn't the legendary plum blossom knot say that it has been lost......

Baili Xi didn't mind cooing his nickname, but responded as usual, he was busy watching the battle, and busily explained: "The so-called plum blossom knot is named because it resembles a plum blossom. Using this knot to bundle rice, He Xiangu can be regarded as the first person.

"Now she is the only one who knows how to tie this knot, and He Xiangu always regrets that she has not encountered a talent that can inherit this method. ”

Oh, Gu Gu thought: I see, no wonder she thinks that He Xiangu's method of soles is not to thread needles and threads, but to fly needles and knots!

How can a word "wonderful" be spoken?!

Why do you want to be born with talent, why don't you pass it on to talented girls...... Gu Gu made up his mind that he must move He Xiangu and accept himself as a disciple to "knot plum blossoms".

......

Brother Wang wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and secretly glanced at the opponent on the right, He Xiangu, when he saw He Xiangu's speed slightly slower than half of his sickle, he couldn't help but have some fun in his heart, and always felt that this was good, and the victory was in his hands.

Brother Wang's movements were solid, steady and steady, but at first he was calm and relaxed, and then because of his impatience, his movements became more and more rough, and the rice was cut a little like the scene left by the random slashing of the willful people.

In addition, Brother Wang's consistent style of ignoring family affairs at home and throwing his hands away from the shopkeeper leads him not to say that the fruits of his labor are uniform, even if the rice can be tied, it is already good, often, for the sake of speed and harvest results, Brother Wang cares about the tail, he attaches importance to practical results and lacks the beauty of labor itself, in short, he is a rough person.

And these weaknesses that he exposed in the labor competition are precisely the parts that He Xiangu either avoided or were what she was very good at.

Brother Wang didn't know that everyone behind him could see it clearly, he was still adhering to the killing momentum of only the result and not the process, in fact, the big guy had already begun to decide that Brother Wang was going to lose.

Tian saw that Brother Wang's line was like a dog gnawing, and the rice stacks behind him were not as neat and orderly as He Xiangu's side.

Although the distance of half a sickle was missing, the rhythm of He Xiangu's hands was always even, and there was no trace of panting and slackness when she bent down to work, but only the scythe she waved in a graceful and calm arc between the rice.

However, there is still a half-sickle gap......

Brother Wang turned his head from time to time to pay attention to the progress of his opponent, and as a result, because of such distraction and distraction, the gap between them was obviously narrowed and narrowed again......

Brother Wang was a little anxious, the steps of cutting the rice were obviously bigger, and suddenly, his whistle seemed to have a suction, causing the rice to fall to his arm one after another, and even the uncut rice on He Xiangu's side did not obey the call and desperately struggled to get closer to Brother Wang.

At this time, the difficulty of He Xiangu cutting rice suddenly increased......

"Knot-" He Xiangu exhaled lightly, and the sickle was no longer drawn left and right as an embroidery needle, but a needle was hidden in the cotton, and the left and right were drilled, as if in embroidery, not only the movements were beautiful, but also the needle and thread were so threaded that the rice around was cut down, and the ground was actually a six-petal flower-shaped rice stubble that was "danced" out of He Xiangu as the center.

"Bang Bang-" The referee sounded the gong less, and the two opponents stood up at the same time, looking at each other, wanting to know the opponent's result immediately.

He Xiangu and Brother Wang stood side by side and stood together, which showed that they had cut the same distance.