Talking and laughing, Zhang Tao led the double robbery army and came to the edge of his own responsibility field.

In the rice field, three backs, hunched over, are busy.

"Dad, you've killed so many!" It was still far away, Zhang Tao shouted.

Renlong and his two daughters are burying their heads in slaughter.

Hearing the shouting, they straightened up, touched the sweat on their faces, and looked out at the shore path.

Wow! How did so many people come? None of these people seem to know each other!

"Brother, the threshing machine is coming from here, and the field has collapsed over there!" Meng Fang shouted.

She wears a straw hat, holds a sickle in one hand, and holds a handful of rice crops in the other.

Zhang Tao answered, and took a detour from another ridge to his own rice field.

When everyone arrived at the edge of the field, they knew that the man in the field was Zhang Tao's father, so naturally they shouted "uncle, uncle" one after another. Renlong could only respond one by one in a daze.

Zhang Tao and Gao Zi put down the threshing machine on the ridge.

Everyone also rolled up their trousers and poured into the rice fields one after another.

Before he had time to wipe the sweat, Zhang Tao introduced these people to his father one by one.

"Meng Fei!" Zhang Tao was about to introduce his two younger sisters, when Xue'er and Nana shouted in surprise.

"Cher! Nana! How are you..."Meng Xue also shouted with the stranger.

The three of them immediately came together and chattered excitedly.

After a while, they had a general understanding of each other's situation and gave brief answers to each other's questions, and their voices began to fall back, and their excitement slowly calmed down.

"Brother, they were the two alumni who had the best fun when I was a student at Motian Middle School." Meng Fei explained to her brother.

Regarding the acquaintance of Meng Fei and Xue'er and Nana, Zhang Tao was first surprised like everyone else.

Soon, he thought of one thing, in order to let Meng Fei do something for the family after school, the family asked her to get her to Motianzi School to study in junior high school.

He estimated that Meng Fei might have known Xue'er and Nana during this period.

Then, listening to their conversation again, he figured it all out.

Cher and Nana are two years older than Meng Fei. They played so well that the three of them stayed in the school choir for a year.

Zhang Tao sighed in his heart, this world is really too small, he casually soaked two girls, and he turned out to be a good friend of his sister.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Will it have an impact on your plans to pick up girls?

"Sister Fei, you have two such beautiful classmates, why didn't you introduce them to my brother earlier?" Zhang Tao quipped.

His flamboyant nature was naturally revealed again.

"Brother, I didn't hit you!" Meng Xue snorted coldly and said contemptuously.

"Xue'er and Nana, but our school is two school flowers, and the suitors are like clouds."

"Even if I had the heart to introduce you, would people be happy to get to know you? And then there's something else, you know. ”

Mengxue didn't explain the matter, but Zhang Tao could still understand it.

Then, he also sighed with self-pity.

"That's true, people look like fairies, they eat national food, they are good girls, and their family backgrounds are good."

"Well, that's one in heaven and one on earth. I really can't climb high; Naturally, people don't look down on me, the farmer's son. ”

Zhang Tao's words seem to be talking about the past, and it seems to be referring to the present.

"Brother Tao, how can you say that about us?" Nana immediately made her mind clear.

"Look, what's the difference between us and Mengfei standing together?" She leaned towards Meng Fei and acted like a village girl.

"Yes, yes! Brother Tao, what you said is a bit too shocking. ”

Xue'er was not to be left behind, and she also followed Zhang Tao's number.

Meng Xue looked at her two classmates strangely, and wondered in her heart.

They all have very good backgrounds. When I was in school, I was very proud, and most people didn't look down on it at all.

But now, they are so attentive to their brother at the same time. It seems that they are actively pursuing their brother!

When did my brother's courage become so great?

Thinking of this, Meng Xue couldn't help but glance at her brother again, her eyes were full of doubt.

He seems to have always been this cynical look, and nothing has changed?

Zhang Tao did not answer again. There will be time for this crookedness in the future, and now we have to hurry up and get to work.

The sun is big, and these rookies who have never suffered will naturally be able to do much work.

"Don't be abrasive, let's go to the field to kill the harvest!" Zhang Tao shouted.

Father, they only killed a few fields, obviously not enough for a few threshing machine turns. At present, we can only arrange everyone first and collectively kill for a while.

Killing a crop is a simple matter.

You see, hunched over is the rice field, holding the rice stalk with his left hand, an inch from the root. Hold the knife in your right hand and quickly cut it.

After the grass is broken, the left hand quickly moves horizontally, grabs another cluster of rice stalks on the side, and the sickle in the right hand quickly cuts out.

Catch, kill, catch, kill...... When the left hand is full of rice stalks, he puts aside the pile. Move your steps again and continue to catch and kill. Until the pile of rice stalks is piled up to the point where both hands can be pinched for eight minutes, and then a new pile is raised.

All work is a sport, and killing is no exception.

Killing He pays attention to a fast, accurate and ruthless.

Fast naturally means that the action should be fast, and fast is efficient.

Accuracy is important. If the right hand of the knife is not allowed, if he is not careful, the left-handed brother who grasps the rice stalk will be mutilated.

What is ruthless is a force. Sudden force, cut and break, like a saw, pull and pull, it is categorically not good.

Meng Fei's speed of killing He is very fast, the hands that grasp He and hold the knife are very well coordinated, and the one hand kills Dao He, and the movements are as beautiful as flowing water.

Zhang Tao has done relatively little farm work in the past two years. At first, his movements were a little rusty.

However, fortunately, he has a thick foundation and high understanding, and his speed quickly increased.

Banqiu Tian was killed, and his speed was already on par with Meng Fei.

Killing is simple, but it also depends on who it is.

For peasant children, this is basically something that can be understood at a glance and familiar with it.

For the rookies in the field, who have grown up and only know how to wash their hands and eat all day long, and are not diligent, this matter is a bit complicated.

Of course, when they first went to the field, in their hearts, they didn't take this simple work seriously at all.

It was only when they stepped into the mud, bowed their heads, and waved their sickles that they suddenly understood that it was not easy to kill He, and it was really not easy for the peasant uncle to eat this bowl of rice.

As the book says, who knows that Chinese food is hard work, it turns out that this is really the case!

Zhang Tao once wrote an essay "How Rice Goes Ashore", in which there is a passage dedicated to describing the hardships of killing crops.

Under the hard work of the mother, the seedlings grew day by day.

When spring goes to summer, the ears of rice begin to smell fragrant, bunches of bunches, grains of rice, jumping with joy, can't wait to go ashore, to repay the mother's kindness.

Actually, I know their secrets. A few days ago, my father began to release water to dry the fields. They can't drink a sip of water, and the sun is so strong that if they don't go ashore, they will not be dried up, but they will be sunburned.

However, their desire to repay their mother's kindness is still true.

You see, as soon as my mother stood on the ridge, all the rice grains immediately bowed their waists, nodded their heads, and cheered, Hello Mom!

The rice machine, the basket, rested on the shore, we wore straw hats, each of us had a snow-bright sickle, like wolves and tigers, leaping into the rice fields.

One hand roughly grabbed Dao He's waist, and the other hand slashed with a sickle.

The rice grass is broken by the roots, and life is gone, and it is poured into straw.

They do not struggle, they do not cry, they are in the company of cracked rice fields.

The vitality that once jumped has all been passed down to the rice.

Things are a little cruel, but they make people sigh at the greatness of inheritance.

I want to praise the rice crops, and the roots in the soil, silently dedicating and sacrificing, but never touching the glory of the scenery.

It's like a mother who gives her child everything she has and doesn't ask for anything in return.

The cut down rice is tied up with leaves, placed cross-arranged, and the layers are high to form a straw pile.

The haystacks, one on the left and one on the right, are arranged symmetrically and extend straight to form two columns. There is enough space in the middle, which is the passage for the rice threshing machine to enter and exit.

Although Daohe is weak and honest, the thorns on the leaves will always inadvertently, scratching the bare skin, itchy, burning and painful.

Mother said that it would be better to smear it with saliva in her mouth.

So, when I came down from the field, my saliva was dry, and my throat was burning hot.

Of course, it would be better to wear a long-sleeved shirt and trousers. But on such a hot day, can you stand long clothes and trousers?

The hair has to be curled, and the slightest spark can ignite.

The skin looks like it's about to crack, and the sweat is evaporated when it comes out.

The whole body was full of finely crushed salt grains, and they fell into the field in patches.

Do you know how saline land is formed?

That's sweat salty, all year round, day by day, sweat and salt, and maybe tears, can it not be salty?

The rice fields are salty and bitter, but they can't speak, and so are the straws.

We, too, are tired like dead dogs. But I stuck out my tongue, I didn't have time to breathe, and I had to move forward.

Fight with the heat, fight with the cold, fight with hunger and suffering.

Fight to win, we survive; Lose and be taken away by them.

I also understood why there were no tears, only serenity.

Perhaps, life is really tiring.

They are also scared and avoided.

They would rather lie down and become fertilizer in the field, or food in the mouth of the cow, and they will not have so many worries, worries and exhaustions.

The follow-up will be more exciting, so stay tuned for the following!

Released on 09-12

From the collection of works, Brother Tao broke into the society