You have to get up early tomorrow morning to cut the wheat, otherwise you will have to dry your feet if you are tired and die under the sun, and you will have to dry your feet if you are too tired, and it is best to see a little light at four o'clock, and then the wind will be cool, and when the sun comes out, the wind will be hot and dry.

This night, Song Hongguo took the two children to bed very early, and made a lot of preparations before going to bed, mainly in eating, mung bean soup, cold skin, and a pot of tea eggs, all of which were left at the bottom of the well and frozen.

The next day, as soon as four o'clock arrived, the alarm clock rang on time, Song Hongguo opened his eyes, and through the window, he saw that although the sky outside was not clear, he could also see.

Get up, get off the kang, find a long-sleeved shirt and put it on, save yourself from letting the wheat mangzi scratch your arm when you work, the taste is not pleasant, especially after sweating, the irritated skin is hot and painful.

This is all the experience of a previous life.

In her previous life, she lived in a welfare home, and she was 800 years old and followed the adults to cut wheat in the field, at that time, under the banner of exercise, so that the children could experience the hard work of the working people, and after working for a long time, the children couldn't bear it, and there were a few heat strokes during the period, although she persevered, but there were several blood blisters in the palms of her hands, and there were many red marks on her arms because there were no clothes to cover them, and they were itchy and painful, and it took a long time to get better.

Together, the brothers also woke up, rubbed their eyes and looked at the sky, and immediately got up, dressed and cleaned up on the kang, without any mud and water, more than she was numb.

As soon as the mother and son went around to the well in the backyard to wash, they heard the dumplings screaming.

"There seems to be a knock on the door......"

"Who's coming?"

"Probably, probably, it should be your Uncle Huo."

She had asked him to help cut the wheat, but who would have thought he would come so early? This point has arrived, so doesn't he have to get up at three o'clock?

"I'll open the door." Ling Zhi washed the fastest, brushing his teeth and washing his face as if he was rushing for time in the army, he glanced at Song Hongguo, raised his feet and walked forward, with a towel around his neck.

Seeing this, Ling Yuan said with a smile, "Uncle Huo, like my brother, is very diligent and capable......

Song Hongguo flicked his head, listened to his exaggerated roar, then wiped his face with a smile, pricked the head of a sharp ball, and then turned around, grabbed the rope by the well, and dragged the heavy big basket up little by little.

The basket was filled with food and drink, and after a night of ice, the cool air came to the face.

Seeing this, Ling Yuan hurried a few steps, held himself upside down, and insisted on carrying the basket to the front yard with her, regardless of his thin arms and legs.

Huo Minglou had already entered the door, followed by Li He, every time he came, he was carrying a large bag, and this time was naturally no exception, one carrying a canvas bag and the other carrying a gray tile-colored casserole.

The canvas bag contained two canned yellow peaches, a pack of chicken cakes, and a bucket of malt milk essence, all of which were very rare things, but what made Song Hongguo curious was the casserole, when the lid was lifted, it was full of ingredients, and it was still steaming.

Facing her surprised and puzzled eyes, Li He took the lead in opening his mouth to explain, "This is the crispy pot that Huo Gong ordered with the chef in charge of the restaurant last night, and it was stewed on the stove for a night......"

He has to work for Huo Gong, and sometimes he can't just do it without saying it.

Song Hongguo asked Huo Minglou with a smile, "How did you come up with the idea of doing this?" ”

Huo Minglou naturally took over, "Don't you like to eat, it's too hard to cut wheat, and it's even more tiring to eat again, so use it as a dish when the time comes, just serve it with a simple staple food." ”

Oh, it's for her sake.

But it backfired, the more considerate he was, the more she wanted to give him Zhang Luo good food and drink as a reward, so, before she began to work, she put out the tea eggs, peeled the skin with her own hands, revealed the beautiful patterns dyed after soaking in the soup overnight, and stared at him and ate two.

I also soaked a cup of oatmeal, and added milk powder and honey to it, with a strong sweet and greasy taste, I was very interested in Huo Minglou's appetite, holding the cup, and drinking it to my heart's content.

Of course, other people also enjoyed the same treatment, treating them equally, only when Li He drank milk powder cereal, he was a little weak-hearted, although he knew that following Huo Gong would be stained, but he took such a big advantage......

He's going to have to work hard to pay it back.

So, when he went down to the field to cut the wheat, he took out twelve points of strength, grabbed the sickle with one hand, grabbed the wheat with the other, and the sickle fell with his hand, and it was a piece in the blink of an eye.

Compared to him, Huo Minglou was obviously slower, he had never done this job before, and when he first got started, his movements were slightly clumsy, but he only got used to it for a while, and he was cut in style.

He deliberately wore a half-worn long-sleeved white shirt today, with a pair of labor line gloves, and bent over in the wheat field, which was slightly out of harmony with the surrounding environment.

I don't feel condescending, I don't feel dirty and tired, although the main theme of this year is to praise hardship and hardship, labor is the most glorious, but if there are conditions to enjoy comfort, who is really willing to endure hardship?

The system said movingly, "The male god is really hard for you, if you don't treat each other with all your heart in the future, it will be too unconscionable......"

Song Hongguo rolled her eyes, and hit her when she had the opportunity, does she look like a scumbag like that?

She didn't cut it by hand, but tied it up behind her, tied it tightly with hemp rope, and then erected the ears of wheat facing up, and finally turned around to form a stack of wheat, so that when the sun was big, it would be easy to dry.

The two little ones followed to help, and they had no time to spare, and even the dumplings were happily running around in the field with short wheat stubble, and they called a few times from time to time.

The sun gradually rose, and most of the wheat in the field soon fell down, Song Hongguo wiped his sweat, hammered his waist, and beckoned a few people to go to the big pear tree on the weir to take a temporary breath.

It was shady and big, and she had already moved out a few bamboo chairs under the front building, and there was a small square table with cups and chicken cakes on it, and after a few people sat down, she went to bring the mung bean soup again.

As soon as the mung bean soup with Lingquan water added to Liangjin was eaten, the eyes of several people lit up as usual, and when they drank it all in one go, the previous heat and fatigue were like dew meeting the sun, and they quickly evaporated and did not leave any traces.

Li He couldn't help but boast, "This mung bean soup has all been contested with ginseng, right?" ”

Ling Yuan asked curiously, "What is the taste of ginseng?" ”

Li He said with a dry smile, "I haven't eaten it either, but I've heard people say that it's a good thing to make up for a big supplement, and it can save lives at a critical time, and people who are sick can eat it, and they can immediately be more energetic......"

Ling Yuan turned his head to look at Song Hongguo with a look of eagerness for knowledge.

Song Hongguo said, "It's not that exaggerated, but ginseng is indeed good for people who are weak, but it also has to be in moderation, and not all weak people are suitable, and if people who are not suitable eat it, it will be harmful to the body." ”

Ling Yuan suddenly said "oh".

Li He sincerely asked her how the mung bean soup was cooked, it was delicious on the one hand, and the most important thing was that the effect of relieving fatigue was too surprising.

Song Hongguo calmly repeated the previous rhetoric with Huo Minglou.

After listening to it, Li He always felt that the truth of the matter should not be like this, but there was no need for people to hide it, and it was not a secret recipe, and in the end, she could only acquiesce to her statement.