After Lin Zizi contributed the wound medicine, he took out a sheet again, and in Yu Xiangqin's voice of "loser", he and Wang Xue pulled it into a two-inch wide strip of cloth.

They took all the scythes of the all-knowing youth and wrapped them around the handle with strips of cloth.

Yu Xiangqin was so distressed that she shed tears while pestering, and muttered: "This is a sin......

Lin Nianhe: "You just say that you don't grind your hands." ”

Yu Xiangqin held the sickle and felt it for a while, and nodded: "Yes." ”

Lin Nianhe rolled his eyes at her and said sincerely: "Sister Xiangqin, if you can't speak, you must be much more liked than now." ”

It's a good person, but it's a pity that he has a long mouth.

Yu Xiangqin didn't react, and still babbled in distress to herself: "The good sheets are torn, and the loser is dead...... What are you afraid of grinding a little cocoon......"

"Have you forgotten that slogan? Roll a body of mud, refine a red heart, and grind a calloused hand...... This is a medal for our struggle! ”

"Hey, is the cloth enough? Leave one for that capitalist lady, right? Don't look at me, I'm afraid that she will use her broken hands as an excuse to avoid labor! ”

Everyone: "......"

Okay, okay, you talk a lot, you have the final say.

This night, some people couldn't sleep all night, and some people slept unconscious.

The sun rises as usual, and it will always be punctual, and it will not stay at the slightest because of the joys and sorrows of the world.

"I'm on work—"

Before the start of construction, Yu Xiangqin scolded and snatched Sun Yafei's sickle and wrapped it with strips of cloth.

Sun Yafei was so scolded that she couldn't lift her head, and whispered: "Thank you." ”

Yu Xiangqin shook her hair directly and left.

Lin Nianhe: "It's not good to do good things, Sister Xiangqin's consciousness is really not comparable to ordinary people." ”

Wang Shumei: "Your mouth is getting more and more damaged." ”

"Lin Nianhe, Wang Shumei! Is the autumn harvest still chattering? What do you two want? ”

The familiar roar of the squad leader was heard.

Lin Nianhe: "......"

Wang Shumei: "......"

Wen Lan: "Melon woman." ”

After the first day of grinding, the new intellectuals were silent when they worked again.

Mechanically wielding a sickle and breaking corn, his brain has lost the ability to think.

The darkness before dawn was so hard that no one had the heart to speak, and they didn't even feel like they could see the light at all.

Feng Wei didn't come to work this morning, he went back to the county seat, packed up his and Su Yuncheng's clothes, and brought back rations.

Su Yuncheng said that he could not take a stitch from the masses, let alone take advantage of food.

So Feng Wei not only brought food, but also bought eggs and canned meat.

His mother said he was thin! Gotta make up for it!

Feng Wei jumped off the ridge and shook the nearest Li Lotus plant, and the little girl was so frightened that she shouted: "The earthquake is an earthquake!" ”

Panic is contagious, and the frightened children are so frightened that they run away one by one with corn on the cob, crying and crying.

Principal Wu could only cry and laugh and coax one by one.

For a time, the cornfield people turned over on their backs.

Feng Wei's nickname was officially changed from Feng Fatzi to Feng Zhen.

Such a unique nickname comes from the mouth of a little genius named by a certain Lin.

As the days passed, the number of corn stalks standing in the cornfields decreased. On the door panel in the educated youth point, Wang Dong used soil to calculate the days and draw straight characters, and every extra stroke means that victory is close to another day.

When a tenth of the corn was still gone, dark clouds rolled over the sky.

The clouds were dark and heavy, and it was oppressive to look at from afar.

"It's ...... It's going to rain? Lin Nianhe gasped, looked at the sky with blank eyes, and asked, "Is it okay to rest?" ”

Wen Soft's eyes also lit up: "Yes, you can't work in the rain." ”

As it turned out, they really thought too much.

"Quick! It's all good! ”

"It's going to rain, so take what is on the ground first! Take the rest of the basket and break it directly! ”

"Don't stop!"

Li Dahe held a loudspeaker and shouted from the end of the ground to the end of the ground.

The bean-sized raindrops fell, instantly dissipating the heat and bringing more trouble.

With such heavy rain, it won't be long before the tractors sink into the mud, the ox carts can't be used, and all the corn transportation has to be carried by manpower. The rain will block the view again, and the mud will make it even more difficult to walk, and the physical strength will be consumed faster.

Lin Nianhe carried the basket on her back, and while breaking corn, she said loudly to the cow baby who followed her: "Niu baby, let the classmates go home, change out of wet clothes, drink some hot water, don't run out!" ”

Niu Wa wiped the rain from her face and asked her, "What about you?" ”

"I'm fine," Lin Nianhe turned around and smiled at him, "Niu Wa, I'll give you a task - take the principal back, don't let her come out." ”

Niu Wa nodded seriously with a tense little face: "Okay!" ”

Lin Nianhe wiped his face, stopped talking to him, and turned around to break the corn.

After bending over for many days and straightening up, I feel a little uncomfortable.

Harvesting corn in this way is really slow, and if you break off one of them, you have to step on the corn stalks, and you have to exert force in your hands and feet, and if you don't pay attention to it, your feet will slip.

Lin Nianhe stumbled forward. The back basket kept getting heavier, and her speed was getting slower and slower.

"Nian He, give it to me."

Su Yuncheng didn't know when he came to Lin Nianhe's side, reached out and took her back basket, and poured all the corn in her back basket into his own back basket.

When Lin Nianhe saw him, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

She asked, "Brother Yun Cheng, when will this rain stop?" ”

"I don't know," Su Yuncheng shook his head, "After all, you can't wait, otherwise the crops will rot in the ground." ”

Lin Nianhe frowned and looked at the remaining corn, gritted his teeth and sped up the speed of breaking the corn.

As soon as she broke off two of them, her arms were grabbed.

"Why are you still here? Hurry back! ”

Lin Nianhe turned his head blankly and met Li Dahe's eyes.

"Uncle Captain, I'm fine, I can do it." Lin Nianhe broke away from Li Dahe's hand as he spoke.

When it first rained, Su Yuncheng said to let her go back, but she refused.

She thought she could.

Li Dahe grabbed her again, dragged her out, and dragged her out: "What are you grinding?" With your small body, don't you have to go to the health center again if you let the rain pour for a while? If something happens to you, how can I explain it to your parents? ”

While talking, he passed by a girl from the village again, and stretched out his hand to hold her again: "Zhang Xiaocui, you also go home for me, show you, don't you?" ”

"Those female intellectuals, they will also go back to the dormitory for me!"

"And that Sun Yafei...... Why, aren't you an intellectual youth? I have to take a roll call one by one, don't I? ”

"Don't fight with Lao Tzu, don't get in the way here, get out!"

Li Dahe is like an old hen guarding her calves, and when the wind and rain come, she drove all the chicks he thought were in poor health back to the nest.

But he braved the wind and rain, carried a flat burden, and sent corn to the warehouse one by one.

Uncle Guan was in the warehouse, and Accountant Zhao was also delivered, and they were busy spreading plastic sheeting on the ground and spreading the corn cobs wet by the rain to dry.

"What's this neat, I said before that this year is good, but it's still raining in a hurry." Uncle Guan furrowed his brows, his face full of sadness.

Accountant Zhao covered his knees, and his lips turned white in pain. His legs hurt unbearably when it rained, not much worse than when they were broken.

He endured the pain and comforted: "We have a fast harvest, and now the harvest is the same as last year's harvest...... If you snatch it back, it's all over. ”

Uncle Guan looked at the surging dark clouds, and muttered with a sad face: "The dragon's mouth grabs food, and it is a little bit to grab a little." ”