The scorching sun was scorching, and Zhang Tao's family was busy in the field, and its main battlefield shifted from killing crops to threshing.

Zhang Tao and Gao Zi stepped on the board to threh, and the fierce man and the fat man observed and studied solidly.

The two handing players, Xue'er handed it to Zhang Tao, and Nana only reluctantly handed it to Gao Zi.

In this regard, Zhang Tao is actually playing a cautious eye. After Cher and Nana stood on the left and right, he got on the threshing machine, and seemed to stand on Cher side very casually.

See the little things. This fully shows that Xue'er still has a greater weight in his mind than Nana.

Zhang Tao and Gao Zi took the rice and threshed the rice with both hands while pedaling.

After the whole handful of rice has almost taken off the grain, he throws the bare straw into the field.

Cher and Nana now know the hardships of farm work. Even if a child does this handing thing, it is not so easy.

The rice pile was close to the threshing machine, and they stood still, grabbing the rice and handing it over, and the matter was quite easy.

If the rice pile was a little farther away, they would have to run back and forth in the mud field, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The machine was spinning rapidly, and Zhang Tao and Gaozi's threshing speed was getting faster and faster, and Xue'er and Nana were a little scrambling.

They were so busy that they were sweating profusely, and their faces and bodies were splashed with muddy water, but their handing was still difficult to keep up with Zhang Tao's rhythm.

Zhang Tao and the others only pressed the pedal from time to time, waiting for them to send Dao He over.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Tao shouted, "Fatty, fierce, you move the three piles of rice in front of the threshing machine to our feet, so that they can hand over the rice." ”

In this way, the threshing speed is accelerated.

On both sides of the threshing machine, the rice stalks are piled higher and higher.

The paddy in the barrel is constantly thickening, and gradually hindering the rotation of the drum somewhat.

Zhang Tao and Gao Zi played He, cooperated closely, and their movements were chic, showing their masculinity.

In addition, there are two beauties on both sides.

This scene fell in the eyes of the fierce man and the fat man, and suddenly made them realize that killing He is really a stupid thing, and only threshing is a hero's doing.

They looked at Zhang Tao and Gao Zi with bright eyes, looking impatient and eager to try.

"Mengzi, you can try it!" Of course, Zhang Tao has to satisfy people's intentions.

He got off the pedal and went around the back of the threshing machine.

"Fatty, come here! I'll teach you how to get out of the warehouse. He shouted to the stupid fat man,

Seeing that Zhang Tao didn't call him threshing, the fat man was very unhappy.

He muttered in his mouth and rubbed for a long time before he walked to Zhang Tao's side.

"Fatty, don't pull your face, you will exchange it with the fierce man." Zhang Tao reassured.

"It's also very important to get out of the warehouse, and ordinary people don't necessarily do it well."

After listening to Zhang Tao's words, the fat man felt more comfortable, and he learned from Zhang Tao how to get out of the warehouse with peace of mind.

In the fields on both sides of the threshing machine, Zhang Tao dragged a few handfuls of rice stalks on them, and then put the baskets on the rice stalks.

He moved the basket with his hand, trying to see if it was even more stable.

Then, he took the bamboo basket and buried his head in the barn to load the grain.

"Some of the rice was dropped from the hands of the threshing and was not cleaned." He emphasized.

"If there is a lot of grain, give it to them and let them beat it again; If there are few grains, they will fall the edge of the barn and then throw them away. ”

The fierce man stood on the threshing machine pedal, and he was indeed stunned for a while.

You see, there are beautiful women waiting on the side. You don't have to stand in the mud with your feet.

This threshing action also seems to be quite majestic and chic.

Gao Zi gave him some advice. He is listening, but how much he listens, only he knows.

Threshing on a threshing machine looks quite easy, but there is actually a certain amount of skill in it.

If you step on that pedal, you can't step on it. Follow the rhythm of the pedal up and down, and use inertia to pedal.

This is not only labor-saving, but also consistent with the match.

And if you grasp the rice and threshing, if your hands are too hard, it will be easy to swell.

As soon as his hands were sore, he trembled. With a shake of the hand, the drum will bring the rice into the warehouse, which will bring a lot of trouble to the warehouse.

Regarding the two points that Gao Zi particularly emphasized, Mengzi smiled disappreciatively, and said that this is nothing.

As a result, after not stepping on the pedal for a few minutes, Mengzi's movements slowed down significantly, and he couldn't keep up with Gaozi's rhythm.

Often, the tall man stepped down hard, and the fierce son relaxed again; When Gao Zi loosened his strength to let the pedal go back, he still stepped on the pedal to prevent it from coming back!

You say, how can you do this? Mengzi not only did not help, but added to the obstacles.

Gaozi's brain was on fire, and he kept scolding and scolding, and he was stupid to death.

That's not all, it's worse.

Mengzi was so tired that he had some strength, and when he was careless, the pedal that rebounded was so strong that he stumbled forward.

The hand was also relaxed, and a large handful of rice grass came out of his hand.

Part of the rice was rolled onto the rollers, and the gears were jammed. The threshing machine made a heavy creaking sound, and then slowly stopped;

A portion of the rice was shot into the barn.

Zhang Tao is burying his head in the clearance. One by one, the rice crops slashed his head and covered his face, and slapped him, making him scream in pain.

"Mengzi, will you fight? Catch a rice harvest, and you can't grasp it steadily! Zhang Tao came out of the cabin in embarrassment and shouted angrily.

Mengzi stood there awkwardly, not daring to snort. His sweat, it turns out that this thing looks easy, but it is really difficult to do.

Seeing that Mengzi had the intention of repenting, Zhang Tao was not good at criticizing him all the time. No matter what, you have to save some face for other people's fierce sons.

He said to the fat man, "Fat man, I will leave this matter to you, just do what I just did." ”

After speaking, he shouted at Gao Zi again, "Gao Zi, you take Ma Ge and Angkor and go home to deliver rice!" ”

Zhang Tao solemnly explained to Mengzi some essentials of stepping on the pedal and grasping the rice and threshing.

Mengzi made a few mistakes just now, and his attitude became quite sincere, and he seriously understood Zhang Tao's words.

Zhang Tao cleaned up the rice on the rollers and gears, and the threshing machine "buzzed" again.

At this time, the one who handed Zhang Tao was replaced by Nana.

Nana was overjoyed, and she was very energetic.

And Xue'er naturally felt a little lost in her heart.

Ten minutes later, the panting fierce man was replaced and the fat man was on.

With the previous lesson of the fierce man, the fat man played decently when he first started, and he was much better than the fierce man.

He thought to himself in his heart, this little KS, no problem.

But after dozens of hands of rice crops, he felt tired enough to choke.

The grains rolled up by the drum smashed the bare face and arms to a hot pain.

The dust drilled straight into the nose and mouth, making it a little difficult to breathe, and the throat burned until it smoked.

Zhang Tao said patiently: "This thing is not so hard, the main thing is that your skills are not in place, and it will be much easier to get used to and familiarize yourself with it." ”

The fat man fought for more than ten minutes, and the fierce man continued to get on.

The threshing machine continued to drag forward, chasing after the slayer.

Later, the three people of Stick Lao, Loach, and Maomao all took turns to come up and fight for a while. Most of them can only play for ten minutes, and they can't stand it.

Only Zhang Tao has never stopped, and the movements of his hands and feet seem to be a machine that does not know tiredness.

This made everyone admire Zhang Tao even more, especially Nana and Xue'er.

In the matter of threshing, Zhang Tao's father Renlong did better.

But if Renlong is pumped up, the overall speed of this killing He will slow down, and it may affect the fight of Wuhe.

So, Zhang Tao could only make arrangements like this. Let these rookies take turns to rest and take turns.

However, this is also good, which not only mobilizes everyone's enthusiasm, but also makes the big guys not feel tired.

Cher's eyes were unintentionally splashed with mud. She had no choice but to retreat to the shore to rest, and the stick was pulled up to replace her.

After a while, Zhang Tao saw that Nana was so tired that she couldn't stand on her feet, so he called the loach to hand him over.

After a long while, Xue'er and Nana felt that everyone else had been busy all the time, and they were embarrassed to rest like this, so they went down to the field again and took the initiative to fight.

Zhang Tao saw the tired appearance of the two of them, and his pity for the jade spontaneously appeared.

"Do you know the song that sings "The Little Girl Who Picks the Ears of Rice"?" He asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes." They replied hurriedly.

Xue'er, a music major, also hummed softly.

"The little girl who picks the ears of rice, walking barefoot on the ridge of the field, with a wild chrysanthemum on her head......"

Zhang Tao immediately said happily: "What about you? Just go and be this little girl who picks up ears of rice. ”

"After picking up all the ears of rice, if you still feel that you still have the strength, you can also come again to hand over the harvest or kill the harvest."

It is very hard to hand over and kill the harvest.

Especially the hair, rubbing it on the bare flesh, made the whole body itch to death. Those key parts are embarrassed to scratch in public.

Of course, Xue'er and Nana knew that Zhang Tao cared about them.

So, they didn't say much, glanced at Zhang Tao gratefully, and went to pick up ears of rice all over the field.

"Xiao Zhang, why do you still use this old-fashioned threshing machine?" A voice sounded in Zhang Tao's ears.

Zhang Tao was sweating profusely and concentrating on threshing, when he looked sideways and saw that it was Ma Tian who came.

He hurriedly greeted enthusiastically, "Old Ma, when did you come over?" ”

"I've been here for a while, and I've been talking to your dad again. Seeing that you were busy, I didn't come over to say hello. ”

After a pause, Ma Tian said again: "Why don't you install a motor on the threshing machine?" It seems like a simple one, and it doesn't cost much. ”

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