"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.

Brother Wang looked back and saw his rice lying on the ground, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

Take another look at He Xiangu's feet, in the last paragraph, He Xiangu is not like Brother Wang, cutting out a "line" shaped rice stubble. Rather, the area of rice harvesting is increased, and in the last section there is a six-petal flower-shaped area of stubble. This shows that He Xiangu cut dozens of bundles of rice in the same time than Brother Wang.

Brother Wang clenched his fists heartily and said, "I admit defeat." Then, he crossed the ridge and paid a deep salute to the former "rice saint" - the old rice guest in advance, as a sign of respect.

Tian Li had a rare smile on his face. In the village, I am afraid that only veterans like He Xiangu and Lao Daoke can enjoy harvesting rice, and treat everything and everything with the heart of a craftsman and the courtesy of a pious person......

This is the end of a rice harvesting competition in which no one disputes the conclusion.

He Xiangu met the kind eyes of the people and slowly walked back into the crowd.

Goo asked, "Quanzi, how can you reward us for our victory?!"

Glancing at the tempting hand-rolled noodles and a small dish of bright red chili noodles in the basket, Izumi immediately understood that this would be the ingredient for this year's "fourth bowl of noodles" for rice customers.

Quanzi lifted the basket and said with a smile: "Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, I will make a bowl of oily noodles for our Daosheng!"

Gu Gu was not worried about the craftsmanship of the spring, snatched back the basket, and said, "Come on, I will come to this 'last bowl' by myself, you can set up the pot and light the fire......

Among the villagers, no one can build a stove in the field.

Goo arranged all the ingredients, and the simple stove built by Izumi appeared in front of everyone.

After a few moments, the well-proportioned hand-rolled dough rolled up in the pot...... Through the hot white gas coming out of the pot, he caught a glimpse of a few crystal clear beads of sweat hanging on Googo's forehead, and he knew better than anyone else that this was the happiest moment for Googo......

"Whew-"

When a large spoonful of hot canola oil is poured over the hand-rolled noodles, the dried chili noodles, the freshly fried canola oil, and the hand-rolled noodles made from freshly ground wheat flour meet in a large pot.

The mutual extraction of fire and spicy, the stirring of oil and starch, the enhancement of vinegar and salt...... Industrious people use their own hands to "pound" the crops and native seasonings under the fertility of the soil into a good meal......

Enjoying such an ordinary bowl of noodles is the happiest moment for the rice customers who work hard in the fields.

The villagers of Dayan River celebrate the end of the rice harvesting season, the highlight of the harvest season, with hot oil noodles.

There are no ornate plating, no precious ingredients, and no noble diners...... What happened in the fields on the bank of Ganhua Creek was the most simple dialogue between man and heaven and earth.

Here, with their backs to the loess and their faces to the sky, the villagers of Dayan River worship with respect the heaven and earth that have given them all this, and the gods who protect them.

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Shaoyi's short day as a rice guest ended quickly......

In the middle of the night, the wound on Shao's hand began to ache hotly, and he tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

remembered Baili Xi's words during the day: "The color of the bones in your fingers is exactly the same as the color of the deer head hanging on the wall of the village chief's house......" Shao Yi also began to put a question mark in his heart.

After Goo fell asleep, he quietly came to the deer head alone, the moonlight sprinkled on the deer's head, and Shaoyi stretched out his palm, as if the deer head's calm eyes were looking at his wounded bones.

Standing alone in front of the long case and silently watching, the deer head had stood in front of the deer head countless times, but he had never noticed the mutilation of the antlers as much as he did now.

"That mutilated antler...... You, sooner or later, you'll find ......it there," Geng Ding whispered to Shaoyi when he stood behind Shao Yi for a long time.

Shao Yi turned around and raised his injured finger to ask something, but Geng Ding just shook his head at him and turned away without saying anything.

Shaoyi slowly approached the deer head, and accidentally, his left hand touched a quarter of the incense that had been burned on the incense table, only to feel a burst of numbness in the wound, looked down, and Shaoyi found that the incense ash fell steadily on the wound and penetrated into the wound.

The numbness sensation spread from the injured fingers to the muscles and bones of the whole body in an instant, and one of them couldn't stand anymore, and fell heavily in front of the incense case.

......

Baili Xi saw that the door was open, so he pushed the door and entered.

The corners of his mouth were like hanging a "crescent moon", lying on the side of the incense case, sleeping soundly. Where the wound on his left hand was bandaged, the remnants of powder-like powder were faintly visible on the cloth belt......

At this time, the incense in the incense burner had already burned out......

"Wake up and wake up ......", accompanied by the sound of chickens, Baili Xi woke up Shaoyi, who was sleeping soundly.

Slowly opening his eyes, one less felt comfortable, and the wound on his left hand was no longer painful. Unwrapping the layers of cloth, he found that his fingers were intact overnight, not even scarring.

It turned out that Shaoyi applied incense ash to the wound on his finger last night, and not only the wound was healed, but also somehow added a lot of strange feelings to his heart.

Baili Xi heard him say this, thought about it, and said to Shaoyi seriously: "I once heard Elder Leng say that the fragrance of a good agarwood can go straight to the Three Realms......

Baili Xi glanced at the head of the divine deer hanging on the wall, and continued: "After you fell asleep, did you see anything that you had never seen before?"

Shaoyi shook his head awkwardly and said, "It's just that I slept soundly......"

"Bang--Bang-"

There was a heavy sound of footsteps in the courtyard, Shaoyi and Baili laughed, and said in unison: "It must be Leng Wa." ”

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The three of them walked side by side and went up the Ganhua River. As you walk, you can smell the unique sweetness of the rice and the river breeze.

It was only at this time that the young party came to its senses.

At this time, most of the rice fields on both sides of Ganhua Creek have receded their golden coats, and the bare black soil is exposed to the unabated scorching early autumn sun. The four swarthy antique-grade buckets look like the four King Kongs on the ridges......

Rice customers of all sizes lined up on both sides of the ridge like ants moving, and the line stretched all the way to the depths of the rice field.

Bundles of rice passed through large and small hands, transferred to the ridges, and then stacked neatly one by one.

Shaoyi, Leng Wa and Baili Xi jumped into the rice field from the ridge of the field one after the other, and joined the team of "big and small ants".

The bundles of rice were full of the mist of the night, and at this time they became extremely slippery and heavy, and no baby wanted to hold this heavy bundle of rice in his arms, so although the babies were difficult to carry, they each tried to move quickly.

......

When the sun was one pole high, when the "ant head" Tian Liao finally appeared on the ridge, the babies almost didn't cheer.

His appearance means that the babies will be transformed from the main force to the helper, and the rest of the burden will be shouldered by the adults.

You know, the next link seems to have never been handled by the babies, and they are at best a start.

The following link is "threshing", the bucket bucket is composed of four inverted trapezoidal planks to form a "large liter", inside the bucket bucket, there is a very delicate wooden roller in the middle of the two buckle baffles, the straw is rolled into with the roller, and the grain is peeled off one by one by the baffle like a knife......

The large and small "ants" on both sides of the ridge are tacitly divided into four groups, and each group is only allowed to bring two babies.

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Shaoyi was arranged in Brother Wang's group, standing next to the second bucket from east to west, responsible for passing the rice bundles to Brother Wang.

Brother Wang supported his body with one foot, stepped on the bucket foot board with one foot, held the root of the rice bale tightly with both hands, and pressed the rice on the wooden roller in the bucket.

The bales of rice were eaten by rollers, and were turned with force, and crushed with the wheels.

So, the grains that had not shed their husks sang a song and broke away from the mother's straw stalk, writhing their bulging bodies and flying into the empty skin pouch on the side of the bucket......

Brother Wang moved quickly and with proper force, and the rice was constantly being fed into the bucket in his hands.

The rollers in the bucket rotated rapidly, and the skin, which was still thin just now, was already bulging next to the bucket.

"Hurry up—" Brother Wang urged Shao to hand him a bundle of rice quickly.

The upper edge of the bucket was far beyond Shaoyi's height, and every time he lifted the rice bale upward, it was very difficult.

However, Shaoyi's perseverance really didn't drop the chain at the critical juncture, and he really barely caught up with Brother Wang's rhythm......

At lunchtime, the skins beside the four buckets were all full, like piglets with big bellies.

The adults and the babies looked like wilted eggplants, and the big ones were staring at the path that stretched out to the village.

The water of Ganhua Creek was flowing loudly on the side, but even if everyone was tired and sweaty, no one was willing to jump in and take a good shower.

In the eyes of the villagers, Ganhua Creek has not droughted or risen for thousands of years, all thanks to the rules of behavior that the people have always adhered to and followed: not even a drop of filth should be allowed to fall into this mother river.

However, in addition to using manpower to drive the bucket, it is also Ganhuaxi that dedicates the energy of the water potential and becomes a major contributor to the promotion of the bucket.

Even when Ganhuaxi happily jumped over the flowers, it was the time when the food in the burden of Gugu and He Xiangu was fragrant.

At this time, a hundred steps away from Gugu, all the laborers, including the babies, which hero is not as hearty as Ganhuaxi and is not waiting for him? !

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