Killing grain and threshing is purely rough work, and anyone who has a lot of strength and can endure hardships can go into battle. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it, it's just the speed that matters. And planting and pulling seedlings requires a certain amount of skill. Poor pulling of the seedlings will damage the seedlings. Rice planting has a lot to do with the harvest of late rice.

Considering these problems, in order to finish planting the seedlings today, Zhang Tao invited a few more people from the village to help today. As for the six people in the family, Zhang Tao's family didn't count them at that time, on the contrary, they were worried that they would not succeed enough and would lose more than anything.

When Zhang Tao tactfully told them what this meant, they were very excited, and even said that they were very indignant, and they all shouted in front of Zhang Tao. So how? We're here to help your family with a double robbery, not to eat rice. Killing and threshing has only done one, how can you not finish the work of pulling and planting seedlings? Can you do things with such a beginning and an end? Besides, didn't we do a good job yesterday? Is it difficult to live in the sky today?

"Brother Tao, you are watching people through the cracks in the door!" Mengzi said indignantly.

"Brother Tao, how do you know if you can't do anything if you don't try it? Even if you can't, you'll have to give us a chance to learn! The stick elder said slowly, with a deep dissatisfaction in his tone.

Zhang Tao was speechless for this series of questions and accusations, he had no choice but to say: "That's okay, you can learn along!" ”

All the centaurs naturally rolled to the seedling field first. Seeing the work of pulling seedlings seems to be very easy and simple, anyway, it is much less laborious than all the work yesterday. Such a simple trifle, isn't that still handy? They immediately geared up and eagerly walked down the rice fields.

Zhang Tao was not good at dampening their enthusiasm, and he was afraid that they would spoil the seedlings, so he had to call them together, and repeatedly talked about the essentials of pulling seedlings while demonstrating.

As the saying goes, it's easier said to see things than things to do, and that's true. They really pulled up the seedlings alone, but they were exposed one by one, and none of the six people mastered the essentials of the action, each of them pulled ten seedlings, and at least two of them had to be broken.

"Fat brother, you're just pulling leeks, do you see how many whiskered seedlings you have in your hand?" Meng Fang couldn't see it, so she counted the fat man mercilessly.

Everyone else is also embarrassed, if this is ruined, these seedlings will definitely not be enough to plant. Zhang Tao had to teach them the most primitive and stupid method of digging seedlings by hand, although this action was clumsy, but it could not harm the seedlings after all.

I pulled a few loads of seedlings and picked them up in the field that was sorted out yesterday.

There was a mist of mist floating in the middle of the field, like the veil of a shy girl. The early morning breeze blows and is exceptionally refreshing. And the slightest fishy smell mixed with it smells even more different.

And every man scattered the seedlings he had picked out evenly in the field. This uniform scale is that after planting a handful of rice transplants, you can easily get another handful in the back, and you can only put this one in the back, not more, and if you have more, you have to pick it up and fall it elsewhere, which naturally has to delay things. Zhang Tao didn't let them do this. Although they have the strength, they definitely can't grasp this evenness, and if they scatter it indiscriminately, it will affect the speed of the rice planter.

After the seedlings are thrown, the transplanting begins. Zhang Tao had to demonstrate and explain some things that should be paid attention to when transplanting seedlings, such as the number of roots of each seedling, the spacing between plants, and the most important late rice should be inserted rather than go deep into the mud, etc., and patiently told them to listen. They nodded their heads one by one, as if they were listening very seriously, but how much they understood, I am afraid that only they knew in their own hearts.

Because he was worried about affecting other people's rice planting, Zhang Tao demarcated a separate field for Mengzi and the six people to plant, and they tossed it slowly. After a while, Zhang Tao raised his eyes and looked at the field where they had inserted, and he was angry and came out together, and he immediately shouted, "Go!" Go! Get all of them to shore! Do whatever you like, catch loaches or find a shade under a tree to rest! Your method is not only a waste of seedlings, but also a delay, and I have to rework for you. ”

Where are they planting rice? According to the vernacular of the countryside, this is farming, that is, stepping on the mud. Generally, old farmers plant seedlings, stand between the seedlings with their feet, and then move back in a straight line. But as for them, they basically put a bag of seedlings and their feet to move, so that everywhere they pass is dense foot sockets. How do you plant rice in this nest? If the seedling roots are stained with mud, they may have to bury the seedling tails in the water, and if they are not stained with mud, they will naturally float on the water. Therefore, it is rare for them to plant one or two bags of seedlings that are qualified.

It's no wonder that Zhang Tao is so angry, ruining the seedlings is one thing, they naturally have to replant the seedlings that are not up to standard, and they have to pull out a bag of seedlings, and they have to pull out all the mud and fill the sockets they step on before they can be planted again, what a mistake you say! Can Zhang Tao still allow them to stay in the fields?

In the morning, almost two-thirds of the fields were planted, and in the afternoon, three or four people could easily complete the work. Zhang Tao's father said, "Tugu, you can take your classmates to play in the afternoon!" That's what we can do. ”