The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The village was a little foggy in the early morning, with the occasional birdsong.

In this silent early morning, it is particularly loud, and listening attentively, it is the voice of the cuckoo:

Every household, cut wheat and plant beans!

It is urging people to harvest wheat early.

When the family came to the wheat field, they saw the plump golden ears of wheat all over the ground, and the joy of the harvest season was overflowing!

Yang Chunsheng took out a grain of wheat from the ear of wheat as usual, squatted on the ground, put the grain in his mouth and chewed it.

"Almost, cut!"

After that, he got up, took out a sickle from the shelf car and held it in his hand, and put a towel around his neck.

As the saying goes: the tip of the needle is to the wheat!

It can be seen that the sharpness of the wheat mang, wearing long sleeves, can effectively block the wheat mang, and the wheat mango is easy to break, it is easy to be stuck in the meat, and he is busy working during the day, and only at night has time to pick thorns.

This thing is more uncomfortable than the corn leaves when the corn cob is broken in the autumn, the corn leaves are just slashing, and the wheat manga is torturous in the flesh, of course, these two things are not comfortable to scratch, or put on long-sleeved insurance.

Experienced old farmers don't need this, for example, Yang Chunsheng, who is so engaged, takes off his shirt to reveal his bronzed skin, and the human skeleton is undoubtedly revealed, and the green tendons can be seen bulging with a slight movement.

In order to prevent his clothes from being worn out while working, Yang Chunsheng took off his coat, not because he was not afraid of piercing, but because he was a little more patient.

Yang Xiaohong was too young, so she pushed the cart to the shade of a tree, poured the water from the thermos into a bowl and let it cool, and waited for her parents and older siblings to drink when they were tired, and then she had to pick up the fallen ears of wheat.

After the family has made preparations, one person takes up a place and begins to harvest the wheat.

Cutting wheat is also ritualistic, and I saw Yang Chunsheng holding the sickle between his legs.

He spat a few mouthfuls of spit into the palm of his hand, crossed his hands and smeared it, then took the handle of the sickle with his right hand, bent down, picked up a large piece of wheat with his left hand, and quickly harvested it with a sickle in his right hand, and so on, and after a while, a pile of wheat was piled up on the ground.

Yang Chunsheng picked up a piece of wheat from the wheat field, gathered the wheat pile just now with his hand, and passed the wheat straw through the bottom, the wheat root and the wheat ear were knotted, and a wheat stack was already formed.

In this way, when the wheat field is harvested, all the wheat can be brought back by picking up the wheat stacks.

Yang Chunsheng has been harvesting wheat for more than 30 years, and he has already developed his own methods.

If the perspective is switched to the sky, you can see that Yang Chunsheng has the fastest progress in cutting wheat, and after a while, he has cut several meters forward, followed by Yang Xingwen, Yang Xingwen is 20 years old, and he is also a strong laborer in the village, although he works very hard, he is not as experienced as his father.

followed by Wang Zhaodi, then Yang Xingwu, and finally 12-year-old Yang Xiaolan.

Although Yang Xiaolan is young, she is not lazy in her work, and she can be said to be proficient in all kinds of farm work at home.

The temperature in the wheat field was very high, and it didn't take long for it to dry, and the family's faces were covered with sweat.

Sweat slipped from Yang Chunsheng's cheeks, fell into the soil, and fell into several petals at once.

The busy Yang Chunsheng didn't have time to take care of this, he only had these wheat in his eyes, only when he sweated a lot, he straightened up and picked up the towel around his neck to wipe his face, took a rest, and then continued to bend down to cut wheat.

Yang Xiaohong watched the family dry for a while, and the water poured in the bowl also dried for a long time.

Got up and picked up the bowl and walked cautiously towards his father, for fear of spilling the water in the bowl.

Walking up to Yang Chunsheng, Yang Xiaohong shouted:

"Da, drink a bowl of tea!"

When Yang Chunsheng heard his daughter's words, he split the sickle into the soil, took the bowl handed by his daughter, and drank it all.

After drinking, he also hiccuped, Yang Chunsheng took a towel and wiped the sweat on his face, the towel was already soaked with sweat and couldn't see the original color.

After drinking the water, Yang Chunsheng rested for a while and continued to work.

After Yang Xiaohong finished delivering water to her father, she returned to the rack car, poured the water in the thermopot into the empty bowl, and then picked up another bowl of water and gave it to her mother.

Most of the land was cut off, and it was already dawn.

Wang Zhaodi took her little girl home to make breakfast with a cart.

During the busy farming period, it is also a rare time for people in the village to eat three meals a day.

The remaining four people continued to work in the field, and they were busy until Wang Zhaodi took her daughter to the field to deliver food.

Yang Xiaohong ran to the ground and shouted to her father and sister who were working:

"Da, the eldest brother, the second brother, and the eldest sister have eaten!"

Yang Xiaohong shouted several times in a row, and everyone heard the voice, so they stopped what they were doing.

Walk to the shade of a tree with a scythe, and the family sits on the ground.

Wang Zhaodi moved the soup from the cart and put it on the ground.

Yang Xiaohong helped take the bowl, and Yang Xingwu walked to the cart and brought the steamed buns and vegetables to the ground.

The basket for the steamed buns is made from a single sorghum straw.

In the busy farming season, the output is relatively large, and only when you have enough food can you have the strength to work.

The steamed bun was steamed by Wang Zhaodi last night, and he was busy with farming immediately, and he didn't have time to make this during the day, so he made steamed buns a few days in advance, and the weather was easy to rancid, and it was usually done the night before.

Breakfast was much more hearty than usual.

The staple food is cornmeal steamed buns, the soup is white flour and mushy soup, and the dish is soy beans.

The local soy beans are steamed in a pot, fermented, and then exposed to the sun for a few days until they are dry, and then put salt and pepper in a ceramic vat to continue fermenting for about a month.

You don't need to grind the beans like the miso in the Northeast, which saves a lot of trouble.

A drop of sesame oil is dropped into the sauce beans scooped out, and the taste is even better.

The family was tired all morning, and they were not polite when they ate, one person took a big steamed bun, ate it with the food, and drank soup from time to time.

Yang Xingwu picked up a sauce bean with chopsticks and ate it in his mouth, salty, fragrant and slightly spicy, with a good taste.

No wonder the old people in the village can eat this dish for decades, and even now, there are many people in the village who eat this dish.

Yang Xingwu ate the sauce beans and ate the steamed buns in a big gulp.

I choked and drank the soup, and after a while, the two big steamed buns went down, and the hunger was much less.

Yang Xingwu finished eating two steamed buns and drinking a bowl of soup, and the rhythm of eating slowed down.

Looking at the family members next to him again, the gobbling up just now was for the sake of hunger, and now the drink is slow and orderly, just to rest.

Drinking soup while chatting, after drinking the second bowl of soup, I got up and went to cut wheat in the wheat field!

As far as the eye can see, there are a lot of sporadic crowds in this golden picture!