Different from the plains, the Loess Plateau is very sparse due to the water and soil.

In the words of the old people, it is as thin as rabbit hair. One acre of land can earn forty or fifty catties of wheat, and thank God for it. In drought years, even the seeds cannot be harvested.

Even so, the members are still full of energy. After all, after harvesting the wheat, each family can eat a few meals of white flour buns. For them, no matter how hard it is, it's worth it.

Wheat harvesting is particular, and the wheat stalks cannot be placed directly on the ground, but must be bundled and erected. Otherwise, when the sun shines, the wheat stalks will become brittle, and it is easy to drop the ears of wheat when carrying them down the mountain.

You don't need to learn the crop work, just bury your head and do it.

As long as you are willing to put in the effort, you can be a good sufferer.

Wang Manyin cut wheat for the first time, but there was no ambiguity.

He wore a straw hat on his head, bent over, and kept scythe in his hand. grabbed a handful, but there were only a dozen or so wheat stalks. The upper ears of wheat are only the size of fingers, and many of the husks are still deflated.

By the time the mother-in-law and aunts came to deliver breakfast, Wang Manyin had already piled up twenty or thirty wheat sheaves behind him. The main wheat is too sparse to work.

As the whistle sounded, everyone stopped pulling the sickle in their hands.

Salted lentils, corn and sorghum black nests, this is the breakfast sent by orchids. Other families in the village have similar meals. Only a very small number of families are willing to boil an egg to replenish the nutrition of the laborers.

The wheat is yellow, and the embroidered girl gets out of bed.

After the rice was delivered, many mothers-in-law and aunts in the village also joined the wheat cutting team.

Not only them, but even the slightly older broken babies in the village were also arranged to deliver boiling water on the hill. When these guys came, they pouted their butts one by one to pick up ears of wheat.

As early as two days ago, the primary school in Jar Village had been suspended and officially started the wheat holiday.

In fact, for the broken babies, there is no holiday for a ball.

Different from those formal primary schools in the original West County, most of the villages in Shibi Festival now have established primary schools for cultivation and reading. To put it simply, it is to work and study at the same time.

Students have one to two hours of classes a day, mainly learning Chinese and mathematics. After school, I don't give homework, but go home to help the adults.

This mode naturally makes many broken babies have a lot of fun.

As for the teaching effect...... Wang Qiusheng's hairy eggs are the most obvious example. He is ten years old, has been in the first grade for three consecutive years, and has not yet learned to count from one to a hundred.

Although the sun is scorching now, these guys are more than willing to stay in the fields. Because whenever the adults find a bird's nest under the McRoots, they will call them to pick it up.

In addition to quail nests, there are also lark nests, and there are also quite a few in the wheat fields.

Unlike quails, this bird has a crisp call and a fast take-off, which can soar into the sky in just a few seconds.

Half of the cut was made, and four or five nests had been found in the field. These children simply can't wait to take the eggs home and cook them, so they just break the shells and pour them into their mouths to swallow.

There are also children who pick up ears of wheat and rub them in their hands. Then blow the husk and stuff it directly into your mouth to eat.

For these behaviors, Wang Lianshun didn't care.

Seeing that the dew was drenched in the field, he called out to a few more men and began to carry the sheaves.

Wang Manyin has great strength, and this kind of work is naturally indispensable to him.

As with lentils, there is no stopping in the middle of the bale of wheat. It had to be delivered all the way to the walk-behind tractor car.

….

Wang Manyin was busy when he suddenly heard a shout behind him.

"Bunny, bunny!!"

Turning his head, he saw an earthy gray figure running wildly in the wheat stubble field. The laborers on the hill did not feel tired either, and one by one threw their sickles and ran wildly, shouting at the top of their voices.

It's a pity that the speed of the hare is too fast, and the terrain is limited, and twenty or thirty laborers plus the broken babies can't even catch the rabbit hair.

What everyone didn't expect was that when the wheat was cut in the middle, two hares burst out. There were even a few pheasants flapping their wings into the air and quickly disappearing into the ravine opposite.

Seeing that all the meat in their mouths escaped, everyone was very sorry. He even said that it would be nice if the rhubarb was there

I'm sure I'll be able to catch it.

Wang Lianshun also moved his mind, and specially instructed Wang Manyin to go to work tomorrow and bring rhubarb over.

However, during the lunch break, the laborers ate meat in the end. It is a "coincidence" that on the first day of the second team's scythe, a sheep fell and died.

Wang Shouchang and his people were busy for a long time, and at noon they came to deliver rice with several large barrels of mutton soup.

Having eaten and drunk enough, the laborers rarely had time to rest for a while.

One by one, they hid under the cliff to enjoy the cool and leisure, and some who were not particular about it even lay down on the ground to sleep.

It wasn't until the sun wasn't so vicious that Wang Lianshun took people to continue to be busy.

In one day's work, Wang Manyin carried at least 1,000 wheat bales. The jacket was wet and dry, and it was dry. When I came home by the moonlight, I only felt slimy.

After getting clean clothes at home, he immediately carried a bucket of water and walked towards the earthen dam at night.

After soaking in the space pond for half an hour and feeling that his physical strength had recovered, Wang Manyin went home with two buckets full of spring water.

The orchid had already cooked early, just waiting for the man to come back and eat......

The moonlight was very good tonight, and the two simply moved the dinner table to the sidelines.

The night breeze is cool, and the sound of summer insects.

Among the grass and trees under the fieldside, you can see a little firefly from time to time.

In the distance, the mountains turned into undulating dragons that stretched into the endless darkness. In the nearby village, a few dog barks can be heard occasionally.

The summer night on the Loess Plateau is particularly quiet.

After eating, the heat has completely dissipated.

The orchid boiled half a pot of hot water, and then poured it into a large wooden basin.

This wooden basin is made of wood, and the bottom of the basin is more than two fingers thick, and the sealing is particularly good, and it is also one of the dowries for the two to get married. In addition to washing clothes, it is also used for bathing.

There is no way, the men can go down to the pond without any scruples, and most of the mothers-in-law can only stay at home and wash.

Wang Manyin was half-leaning on the bed to read, but when he saw the situation under the lamp, he immediately closed the book.

"I'll wash your ......."

Soon, Orchid pushed her husband angrily, "What are you doing? Aren't you tired after a busy day?"

The man had just come back from work and was tired of shouting. It's time to rest and refresh again.

"This is working for my own family, can it be the same?" Wang Manyin smiled and continued to pick up a towel to help wipe it.

"You're going to have to get up early tomorrow to cut wheat......" Orchid hesitated.

Originally, she felt sorry for her husband after a day's work, but she washed and washed, and was carried to the kang in a daze......

When he was woken up by the loudspeaker, Wang Manyin stretched helplessly, and really didn't want to get up.

….

It's not tired, it's mainly sleepy.

After washing his face, the whole person became energetic.

After eating salted egg steamed buns, he gathered in the village at night. Before leaving, he specially explained the orchid, and brought the rhubarb over when he delivered the meal in the morning, planning to catch rabbits for the middle of the night.

Wang Lianshun was more fully prepared, and when he went out of the mountain, he also let people carry a rabbit net.

There was no surprise, and when the whole wheat was almost finished in the middle of the morning, the crowd smoothly blasted out four rabbits.

This time with the rhubarb plus rabbit net, the result is naturally different. Three of the four rabbits were caught, one of which was the work of Rhubarb.

***

The second team of Jarzi Village did not plant much wheat, and it was all harvested in three days.

The tense wheat harvest is also over.

Next, we have to take advantage of the good weather to pick up the wheat and hand it over to the public grain. In fact, from the beginning of the wheat harvest, the village horn rang three times a day on time. Generally, Secretary Zhao made a speech, calling on the majority of members to pay public grain as soon as possible. If the task is not completed, Xinmai cannot be divided.

To be precise, it should be called pre-payment of public grain. According to the regulations, the second team of Jarzi Village almost had to pay more than 1,000 catties of wheat.

Wang Manyin originally thought that it had nothing to do with him, but who knew that Lian Shun, the king of Zhuan Tian, would find him.

"Manyin, do you know anyone at the grain station?"

"I don't know, what's wrong

Gone?"

"Tomorrow to hand over the summer grain, I'm worried, every year the gang of cowards make things difficult, and the horizontal nose is vertical and the eyes are picked. Our sun-dried grain is not judged by the superiors......

When it comes to the matter of paying public grain, Wang Lianshun has a headache.

Don't look at the commune's urging is very tight, and the village is mobilizing vigorously. However, it is not easy for the production team to successfully complete the task.

Like the task pigs, the public grain is also graded. The first class is the best, the second class belongs to COFCO, and the third class is the worst. If the grain handed in is lower than the third grade, it will be sent back. Moreover, the number of miscellaneous deductions is also different for different grades of public grains. The first class deducts 3 percent, the second class 5 percent, and the third class 7 percent or more.

In other words, if there is a difference in wheat by one grade, it may cost an extra hundred catties, and the income of two acres of land will be removed.

As for the grading criteria, it is all based on the "experience" of the grain inspectors.

These people can take care of something in their hands, and naturally their nostrils are facing the sky.

A casual sentence may make people toss for a long time, and pull the grain back to dry and remove miscellaneous things.

Jar Village is relatively close to Shibijie Commune, so it's good to say that you can go back and forth.

Some villages are almost 20 miles away, and if they can't be inspected on the same day, they can only stay at the grain station for one night and continue to inspect the grain the next day.

However, although Wang Manyin didn't know the grain inspector at the grain station, he also had an idea: "Uncle Lian Shun, it's actually not that troublesome, when we hand over the grain tomorrow, just find a few educated youths to follow."

Wang Lianshun was confused at first, then his eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again: "Yes, you still have to pay attention, and you will follow tomorrow."

It will be difficult for ordinary people to pay public grain, but the educated youth belong to baby bumps, and the treatment must be different. No matter how bullish the people at the grain station are, they don't dare to put on a score.

A few educated young people in the village didn't do much to help, and they kept being lazy and asking for leave, and now they can finally make the best use of their resources.

After dinner the next day, Wang Lianshun led the team to set off early.

With the walk-behind tractor, it is now much easier to pay the public grain, and it can be pulled by a car.

There are nearly 20 villages and 60 or 70 production teams in Shibijie Commune. Hearing that the grain station began to collect grain today, the villages naturally flocked to it. By the time Wang Manyin and the others arrived by car, there was already a long queue in the courtyard of the grain station.

Looking at this situation, it will take at least an hour before it is the turn of the second team of Jar Village.

Wang Manyin and Liu Xiangyang were bored, so they came to the front to see the grain acceptance.

The two of them saw clearly that it was very easy to be in the production team with a relationship, and the grain inspector poked a few times casually, and then asked him to pull it to the scale to open an order, and most of them were given first-class and second-class orders.

It doesn't matter that the captain can only accompany the smiling face and say good things to the grain inspector. Of course, there are smart ones, and they will secretly stuff cigarettes into each other's pockets.

Some honest people begged for a long time to be useless, so they had to leave with food.

Mountain farmer