"Worm! Insect! The fat man suddenly let out a frightened scream.

Then, his sickle fell, and the rice in his hand fell. The whole person jumped up in fear in the field like an evil spirit.

The countryman had been rolling in the fields for many years, and when he saw the fat man's appearance, he knew that he must have been possessed by locusts on his feet.

This guy says it's dangerous, and it's really that dangerous.

If you don't catch it in time, it will not only be as easy as sucking a little blood from you, but it will also be very likely to burrow into your veins as a guest, or even settle down.

Gao Zi grabbed the fat man who was jumping around, and sure enough, he found a locust on his foot.

It's already eating and bulging. Gao Zi pinched it with his hand, and the locust spurted out a large pool of blood.

"Look, fat man, it's all the blood you fed it."

Gao Zi frightened the fat man and said, "I don't know if any locusts have burrowed into your veins." In that case, your life would be in danger. ”

These words immediately frightened the fat man's face red.

"Gaozi, you... Hurry up and see if any locusts have gotten into my veins. He stammered.

"Fat brother, don't listen to Gaozi, it's okay if the locusts get into the veins."

"The grasshopper is a yin-loving animal, and if you roast it outside with a fire, it will come out on its own."

"Well, you might get a little bit of a foot injury." The naughty Mengfang is also intimidating the fat man on the side.

"Of course, you don't need to roast your feet all the time, you can guess they're half ripe."

The fat man was so fooled by Gao Zi and Mengfang that he trembled. He grabbed Gao Zi's shoulders so that he didn't collapse into the muddy water field on the spot.

"Chubby, they're all scaring you. How can grasshoppers burrow into their veins so easily? ”

"Unless you're almost unconscious in your foot, you'll know it as soon as it breaks through your skin."

Renlong couldn't bear to see the fat man being bullied into such a pitiful appearance, so he comforted him, "It doesn't matter if the locust sucks some blood. The old man said that the blood sucked by the locusts is dirty blood, which is still good for the body. ”

"Fatty, keep killing! I'm actually lying to you! ”

Seeing that the fat man was still standing there with hesitation and worry on his face, Gao Zi thought that he couldn't let him affect the game, so he gave him another reassurance.

Because the matter of the locust was delayed, many of them had already been slain before the fat man.

These people have a strong sense of competition, except for the fat man screaming and looking up, they no longer care about the fat man being bitten by the locust, just bury their heads and kill hard.

They are even gloating in their hearts, finally with one less strong competitor, and their hopes of winning the championship are a little bigger.

The fierce man who followed the fat man, he didn't have any sympathy for the fat man, he took the opportunity to catch up, and actually ran to the front.

The fat man was frightened and beat the exit drum, wanting to quit the game.

But in an instant, he thought again, no matter what he did, he was also a dignified man, how could he be embarrassed in front of a beautiful woman, and how could he be scared of a mere locust?

So, he took the plunge and continued to play.

However, the shadow of the locust sucking blood still lingered in his mind. The fear and worry that arises from this wander through the body from time to time.

He killed Zihe for a while, and then had to pull his feet out of the muddy water and repeatedly check for locusts.

In this way, the speed of his killing was much slower, and he slowly fell to the end.

Grasshopper, you are such a small worm that scares a man and destroys a champion.

With the sweaty efforts of a group of rookies, a hill of nearly eight points of field was killed in less than an hour.

Naturally, the game also had a result. Because of the help of the locusts, Mengzi actually won the first place. The unlucky man of the fat man fell into the countdown.

"Everyone's done a great job! It's all good! ”

A group of rookies can have such a performance, which is commendable.

"Congratulations to the fierce son for winning the championship! Hold on and you'll be rewarded! Zhang Tao commented with satisfaction.

"Although the fat man fell into the countdown, it is understandable. I hope you will be brave and have a better performance in the follow-up farm work! ”

Then, he changed his words and began to agitate again.

"Now, the sun is not very strong, everyone take a breath and hurry up and work hard for a while!"

"Of course, if you have a dry mouth, you can go ashore to drink water, or eat badly; If you're hungry, eat some sweet potato balls first, and put them at the bottom. ”

Zhang Tao looked at the shore, and no one seemed to come up to rest.

It seems that everyone's combat effectiveness is not bad, and they can continue to fight.

He looked at the field again, and couldn't help but feel a little angry again.

One by one, like dead dogs, they sat on the ridge with their heads tilted, panting heavily.

Is it so exaggerated? Is it so hard?

It seems that they usually fight and make trouble, rush and kill, and do not sleep for three days and three nights, and their spirits are very good.

Now, after less than an hour of work, will you be tired like this?

There is a saying in the countryside that serve people's bowls and serve others.

Since you have knocked on the door by yourself and come to help me do things, you have to work hard, and you can't grind foreign workers.

At that moment, Zhang Tao unceremoniously arranged the next step of farm work.

"Which of you has carried the burden?" Zhang Tao asked.

"I've picked it, but I can't pick it too much." Ma Liang and Wu Bang replied successively.

"Brother Tao, I can pick it too, but I have to pick the basket."

As he spoke, the fat man pointed to the small basket on the shore.

This is specially prepared for Mengfang. This basket is full of a load of grain, and it is only more than 50 catties.

The fat man is shameless, and he can say it. wants to rob Mengfang's burden, and usually claims that he is a man.

There was a wave of boos around. Zhang Tao glanced at the fat man with disdain, and he didn't bother to reply, and directly ignored him.

"Gaozi, you will take Brother Ma and Angkor to my house to send grain."

Zhang Tao continued to arrange things.

"Mengzi, you and I step on the threshing machine. The fat man fills the grain from the bucket. The three of you, Stick Lao, Loach, and Maomao, continue to kill He. ”

"What about me?" Hearing that nothing was wrong with them, Cher and Nana asked anxiously at the same time.

"Can you still do it? It looks like you can't stand it. Zhang Tao said with concern.

This seems to be a concern on the surface, but in fact it is a radical.

What the two of them did, he had already arranged in his heart. Moreover, it is only appropriate for them to do it.

"So what's there? Can you be exhausted on this matter? Nana said with a big grin.

"Don't worry! Brother Tao, it's okay! ”

Then, Cher also expressed the same meaning.

Zhang Tao deliberately pondered for a while, "Okay, you can hand over the he!" ”

Zhang Tao and Gao Zi dragged the threshing machine to the field and put it down, installed four baffles, and then opened the frame to prepare for the rice.

This kind of traditional backward, full-foot threshing machine is still commonly used in Zhangtao Village.

This type of threshing machine requires manpower to constantly step on the board. As soon as it stops, the drum in the bin stops rotating.

The millet on the ears of rice is threshed by the whirlwind of the drum.

In many places outside, threshing machines are equipped with motors. Through the electric belt, with the drum to rotate, it is not only time-saving and labor-saving, but also a lot faster.

Not to mention those who use small harvesters.

For a poor and backward place like Zhang Tao, and every household grows dried tofu, such a thing is simply an unattainable dream.

Generally speaking, it is the best match to set up five people for threshing rice.

The two main laborers step on the board and thresh. A man digs grain in a threshing bucket with a bamboo basket. The other two are in charge of handing over the harvest.

By working together as a couple, the five people can keep the threshing machine running at high speed and maximizing its effectiveness.

"Mengzi, you stand aside and watch first, and see how Gao Zi and I do it before going up."

After a pause, Zhang Tao said again: "Fatty, you also come to study, and you will catch up with the fierce son later." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Tao became Nana and Xue'er's teacher again, teaching them how to hand over he.

"You see, it's very simple. In our place, Dihe Na is made by children. ”

"You are standing by this pile of rice. And he handed the rice that was placed in the cross to the threshing man, so that they could not have it in their hands. ”

As he demonstrated, he said, "There are two things to pay attention to, you can't mess up the rice pile. Mixing small handfuls of rice grass together will affect the speed of delivery. It is time-consuming and laborious to re-divide the handles. ”

"Also, when you hand over the crops, you should send the roots forward, not the ears of rice. In this case, the threshing man will take it and start threshing. ”

After Zhang Tao said this chase, he jumped on the threshing machine with Gaozi and prepared to officially start fighting.

One of them, one foot at a time, stepped on the pedal, slowly pressed down, and bounced up with the board.

The cooperation of the two is very crucial. One up and down, keep up with the rhythm, and balance the force. If there is lag, it becomes resistance.

With the sound of "squeaking", the transmission shaft slowly rotated with the drum, circle by circle, and the "buzzing" sound flew.

Then, they stepped faster, and the thin iron ring of the drum had turned into dazzling light and shadow.

The threshing machine made a "woo-woo" rapid screech. The sound of whistling pierced the silence of the early morning and spread into the surrounding mountains and forests.

They grasped the rice with both hands and reached into the barn, turning it from time to time.

The rice ears touched the drum lightly, and the "whirring" sound was loud. The rice splattered in all directions, hitting the surrounding baffles, causing a clanging sound.

Then it obediently fell, fell into the bottom of the warehouse, waited for the clearance, entered the basket, and went ashore.

Squeak, buzz, whine, whirring, and clanging, a natural hymn to labor, singing through the fields.

Stepping on the board, handing the grain, digging the grain, forming a beautiful picture scroll, is smeared with strength, sweat, and the heat of summer.

"I praise summer because it gives us a good harvest. I will praise labor all the more, because labor produces a good harvest. ”

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