The sun has not yet come out, only a faint glimmer of light, and the refreshing and pleasant morning breeze blows in the face, and the whole person is instantly refreshed.

Wang Xiaocong stepped on the paddy field, the mud was wet and soft, like plasticine.

As soon as the palm of the hand grasps a bunch of rice grass, it is cold and silky and does not hurt the hand, not a living leaf as sharp as a knife after the sun is exposed.

Hunched his waist, held the rice harvest tightly, and after sharpening, the sharp sickle slashed hard under the palm, and with a soft sound, a handful of rice he was successfully cut.

Put this rice harvest into the back basket, and continue to sweep away all the rice crops that can be touched around you along the semi-circle range.

Then the soles of the feet forward, slightly sunken into the mud, from time to time to touch some screw shells, it is good, if you are unlucky, by the leeche, it will be miserable.

But fortunately, these rice fields have been continuously reproduced and operated by Wangjiaao, and the dangerous creatures in them have already been removed.

Wang Xiaocong continued to move forward energetically, forming an isosceles triangle shape with Wang's father and mother.

Wang's father and mother cut quickly, and they are located on both sides of Wang Xiaocong, so such a scene naturally appears.

But Wang Xiaocong was not discouraged, because at this time, a familiar voice had sounded in his head again.

"Task one, cut rice, one percent of the completion, and reward three harvesting experience."

Suddenly, Wang Xiaocong felt that his action of cutting rice had been fine-tuned inadvertently, becoming more silky and labor-saving.

If you used to have to use three points, now two and a half points are enough.

Wang Xiaocong is accustomed to the sudden changes in his body, and still devotes himself to the great cause of rice cutting, after all, this is related to a piece of meat at noon!

So a miraculous scene appeared, Wang Xiaocong was more and more comfortable, and the speed was constantly accelerating, although it was still not as good as his father and mother, but he was not thrown away in an instant like at the beginning.

Time passed minute by minute, the red round sun finally showed its shy face, and a ray of brilliant sunshine sprinkled on every working collow, like a layer of dazzling golden light.

The sweat beads on the faces of the people, the dew drops on the rice leaves, and the shallow water in the fields all show colorful ripples under the sun, which directly teaches people to be refreshed and happy.

At this time, Wang Xiaocong's family had been cutting for more than half an hour, and the field, which was more than four meters wide and more than ten meters long, was torn out a small gap.

The sun gradually rose, and the vast land was sprinkled with a beautiful glow.

At a certain moment, Wang Xiaocong cung a soft sound in his head.

"Ding, task one, harvest rice, 100% completion, reward 100 harvesting experience, and gain harvesting mastery."

Inexplicably, Wang Xiaocong felt that his body had undergone a wonderful change, the strength of every muscle, the collocation, the cooperation and support of every bone, there was a kind of transformation.

Holding the rice in his hand, the sickle cut it, and it was as smooth as flowing water, and the resistance seemed to be eliminated in an instant, and he easily cut off a handful of rice grass.

Wang Xiaocong glanced at the rice in his hand, can the rice be so silky when harvesting?

Then, Wang Xiaocong accepted this result very naturally, and took the sickle and cut it, and the explosive power in a moment was even faster than Wang's father and mother.

But Wang Xiaocong was weak after all, but he only supported it for a while, and his speed slowed down.

Sometimes the skill points are full, but they can't sweep the invincible, and physical strength is also a huge factor......

So after Wang Xiaocong reduced the gap with his father and mother, he was gradually pulled apart, and the muscles all over his body were moaning.

The power of sourness extends from the arms to the waist and then to the legs, which is called a sourness.

At this time, the sun is in the sky, and it is almost noon.

Wang Xiaocong had already carried more than ten baskets and piled them up in his exclusive area, his whole body was weak, and his forearms and legs were trembling slightly.

What's even more uncomfortable is that the sun shines and the intensity of work, and huge drops of sweat slide down from the head and run down the sides of the cheeks, wetting the clothes.

The beads of sweat that seep into the eyes, the spicy eyes hurt, the tear glands are broken, and the tear glands are squeezed out of drops of tears, and then together with the sweat beads, they exert pressure on the eyes, causing it to be difficult to open the eyes in the end.

So at this time, the sleeves and the strips of cloth carried have an effect, the sun is big, and they are wiping sweat, and in the end the sleeves and strips of cloth are wet, as if they have been soaked in water.

Finally, when the time finally reached noon, a laborer stood up straight, beat his waist, shouted a few times, and headed home.

Wang Xiaocong's family and Luo's cousin's family's paddy fields are next to each other, and their homes are also face-to-face, door-to-door, so they naturally go back together at the end.

Wang Xiaocong, who was exhausted, walked slowly, and Cousin Luo walked up from behind him and said with a smile: "What's the matter?" Isn't it fun to harvest rice? ”

Wang Xiaocong gave him a blank look, do you call this fun? Isn't it big?

Cousin Luo understood what Wang Xiaocong meant, and said with a strange smile: "I just think it's fun, if it's not fun, what am I going to do?" ”

"You're here for fun?" The corners of Wang Xiaocong's mouth twitched, and he felt that his IQ was pressed and rubbed on the ground by his cousin.

"Of course!" Cousin Luo had a straight face, "I have to cut it anyway, it's better to be fun than not to be fun, tired, and bitter." ”

After speaking, Brother Luo happily followed the second uncle and second aunt Wang, and happily walked towards the house.

Wang Xiaocong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, yes, instead of feeling tired and bitter, it is better to feel fun and interesting.

This will at least give you some comfort, not a heavy burden.

couldn't help it, a smile appeared at the corner of Wang Xiaocong's mouth, as if his whole body was much more relaxed, and even the sore and weak parts seemed to be soothed at this time.

"Cousin Luo is a man of great wisdom......," Wang Xiaocong sighed.

Wang's father and mother glanced at each other, and they all sneered, yes, Cousin Luo has great wisdom, this sentence is most likely heard from his father and mother, thinking that when Cousin Luo first cut rice, he didn't listen to these nutritious words......

The so-called inheritance from generation to generation, isn't it Wang Xiaocong's turn?

When I got home, I hurriedly finished my lunch.

According to the agreement, when Wang Xiaocong reached half of the rice cut by Wang's father, he divided a piece of meat and let Wang Xiaocong's lunch be delicious.

Sure enough, it was a point of labor and a point of meat, and the food was hearty, and it was full of joy.

If you eat meat like this in normal times (although the probability is pitiful), although it is gratifying, it always feels a little uncomfortable, and it is deserved.

After lunch, the sun is shining, this noon at one or two o'clock, are not out, three o'clock will have sparse and sparse people to cut rice, but there are relatively few, until half past three, or four o'clock, most of the people will start the afternoon work.

Then go directly to five, six or seven o'clock in the evening, and when it is dark, the time will naturally be extended.

Wang Xiaocong, on the other hand, stayed at home, and would wait for him to grow up for a few more years before letting him go to harvest rice together in the afternoon.

Wang Xiaocong, who stayed at home, naturally did not sleep all the time.

Looking at the dog lying behind the door, shielded from the sun, chattering his tongue, sleeping deadly, Wang Xiaocong had a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

Quietly Mimi touched the dog's side, took a stick, and poked the dog twice in the belly.

"Wang~"

The dog was agitated, swooped to his feet, and glanced at him with a bewildered face.

Who did I mess with by getting some sleep? Who is so immoral and pranks? If I hadn't been bold, I would have scared me to death!

The dog roared twice, glanced at Wang Xiaocong twice, with a look of begging for mercy, and then lay down like a mess of mud.

Wang Xiaocong laughed, this dog, I haven't slept, can you still sleep?

So the dog shook his hair twice with a resentful face, and could only give up sleeping with the little master, what kind of sin did this be......

Wang Xiaocong took out a stool, then took the bamboo strips, and began to weave again.

Although the task has been completed, and the finished product of the last time has been handed over to Aoli, all kinds of bamboo utensils have been purchased by Aoli for a long time.

Each family will cut down two from time to time to store them, neither destroying the original bamboo forest, nor wantonly letting the bamboo forest spread.

In Wang Xiaocong's family, there is naturally a lot of inventory, which is enough for Wang Xiaocong to perform.

Wang Xiaocong has long been proficient in the weaving method of bamboo baskets, and these days, when he has time, Wang Xiaocong is trying other bamboo tools.

For example, bamboo rakes, such as carrying baskets......

A real bamboo master is not enough for one or two kinds of bamboo, but for mastery of the door.

And Wang Xiaocong's tempering these days, the weaving of all kinds of bamboo is perfect, and it can really be called this name in Wangjiaao.

……

In a flash, more than half a month passed.

The harvest of rice is also coming to an end, and the bars are covered with yellow, orange and orange millet, like a grain of gold, containing the hardships and hopes of countless people.

Under the scorching sun, the millet dries rapidly, and the luster is gorgeous, which is gratifying.

At the same time, another great harvest is also slowly unfolding.

The beans planted by every family are about to ripen and harvest.

Except for the special candidates for drying grains divided by the col, the rest of the people went home and drilled into their bean fields to see if the time had come.

Wang Xiaocong's family is naturally no exception, the beans at home are not too late, and it looks like it is only a matter of a few days, and it is another busy time.