Yang Chunsheng wiped his mouth with his arm after drinking the soup, walked to the front of the rack car and took the sickle, and casually picked up the straw hat in the car and put it on his head, and then walked into the wheat waves.

I worked until noon, and finally finished harvesting the wheat field.

Seeing that the weather was getting hotter and hotter, Yang Chunsheng said hello, and then pulled the car and took the family home, as for the wheat, it was thrown in the ground first, and few people came to steal it in such a hot weather.

After returning home, Wang Zhaodi took her little girl to cook, and Yang Xiaolan was responsible for washing the dishes in the morning.

Yang Chunsheng was tired after working for most of the day, so he asked Yang Xingwu to go to the kitchen to fetch half a basin of water and put it in the yard, threw the towel in the basin, washed it, and sprinkled a lot of water on his body, feeling cool, which made him feel a lot better, and wiped his body with a towel.

Finally sat on the stool at the door of the hall, smoked a dry cigarette casually, and found that there was no fire, Yang Xingwu saw this scene, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a lit wooden branch and handed it to his father.

Yang Chunsheng immediately stretched out the wooden pipe and inhaled it vigorously.

After the pipe was lit, Yang Chunsheng sat at the door, smoking his pipe, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, his tired body seemed to have a lot of vitality.

When Yang Xingwu saw this scene, he didn't say much, and he didn't persuade his father to quit smoking or anything, both men and women smoke in this era, and the proportion of women smoking is not small!

Farming is too hard and tiring, in their words, smoking can relieve fatigue, which is also the only fun among adults, if even this one is broken, then what are the thoughts?

Because of this, Yang Xingwu went to the kitchen to get a fire and light a cigarette for his father, after all, he worked from dawn to noon, seven or eight hours of continuous work, and he had to work in the field in the afternoon.

A strong laborer with a sickle in his hand can cut an acre of wheat in a day, and it will take several days to slow down when he is done.

Yang Xingwu watched his father's breathing become much calmer, and then sent the branch back into the hearth.

Wang Zhaodi's rice was almost cooked, and he beckoned Yang Xingwen and Yang Xingwu to peel garlic.

The lunch meal should be a little more hearty, in addition to the three items at noon, a cold cucumber and cold bean salad were adjusted.

It's too hot, so eat something cool to cool off the heat.

After eating, it was the hottest time outside, and the family lay on the kang to catch up on sleep.

After waking up in the afternoon, Yang Chunsheng took his family to a small wheat field, about one acre, and worked until the evening before he finished cutting.

After harvesting the wheat, the family began to stack the wheat stacks on the rack cart, and it was not long before the rack cart was filled, and it took two trips to pull all the wheat from the field back to the shed in the small courtyard.

After eating dinner and cleaning up, the family scrubbed their bodies with the water that had been exposed to the yard at noon, returned to the house, poured on the kang and fell asleep, and the snoring sound was like a symphony, resounding in the east and west of the adobe house.

The next day, before dawn, the family continued with yesterday's life.

However, today's process is obviously much faster, and just after noon, the wheat of six acres of land has been cut.

Everyone went home happily to cook and eat.

When he got up in the afternoon and came to the field, Yang Chunsheng first stacked a cart of wheat, handed over the cart to his daughter-in-law and younger son, and then took the eldest son to his father's side to help cut the wheat.

His family has less than six acres of land left, and his father and younger brother still have ten acres of wheat that have not been cut, and he can take his son to work all afternoon, and he can also help cut one acre of land, plus his father and younger brother's family, it will be finished tomorrow.

Wheat harvesting, also known as grabbing wheat, is to grab grain with God, the weather in June is unpredictable, the last second is still clear, the next second there is a possibility of heavy rain.

Only by cutting the wheat can you feel at ease.

When Yang Chunsheng took Yang Xingwen to the field, he saw a large family working in the field.

Yang Kaishan saw his eldest son coming, nodded, stretched out his finger and pointed to the other side of the ground, and continued to be busy.

Yang Chunsheng nodded again and again after seeing it, although the father and son did not speak, they had already completed an exchange.

Yang Chunsheng took his son and cut the wheat from the other side of the field.

Yang Xingwu pulled the cart into the yard, put the wheat stacks, and went to the field to pull back the rest of the wheat.

After putting the last cart of wheat yards away, Yang Xingwu followed his mother to his grandfather's field to help with the work.

As soon as I got into the field, I heard someone shouting.

"Xiguo, Xiguo! It's very sweet, it's very sweet, it's not sweet, and you don't need money! ”

Yang Xiaohong was a little wilted, and when she heard this voice, she immediately came to her senses, staring at the direction of the shouting with bright eyes.

Not long after, a middle-aged man pulling a frame car appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The car was full of big watermelons, Yang Xingwu turned his head, saw the eyes of the two sisters with some longing, and saw that the corners of the two mouths were a little white.

Thinking of this, as soon as Yang Xingwu wanted to say hello, he saw his grandmother walking out of the field with his cousin.

"Selling waterfruits, how do you sell waterfruits?"

Hearing that business came to the door, the middle-aged man pulled the car and walked a few steps quickly, and came to Liu Cuihua and a few people.

After Yang Xingwu saw it, he hurriedly followed his mother and sister.

Liu Cuihua saw Yang Xingwu and immediately said:

"Xiao Wu is here! You pick the melon! ”

"Milk, let the melon seller pick! He must have picked something sweet, otherwise he wouldn't dare to say that it is not sweet and does not want money! ”

"That's right, how do you sell melons?"

"Do you give money, or do you exchange wheat for fruits?"

"How much is the money? What is the price of taking wheat for it? ”

"The money is one dime and five pounds, and the wheat is exchanged for one and a half catties?"

"Why is it so expensive? Aren't they all eights? ”

"Old sister-in-law! Eight cents is the price of July, and now it's only May, and it's going to be two months!

I am a wheat stubble, and I started raising seedlings in February, and I have to transplant them, which is even more delicate than serving crops!

Look at this big black skin, it's bright and smooth, buy a big one, it's enough for your whole family to eat! ”

The melon seller said to Liu Cuihua that it was not easy to grow watermelons.

Liu Cuihua listened to the complaints of the melon sellers and felt sympathy, but sympathy is sympathy, and bargaining still has to be talked about.

"Okay, I won't talk about the price of selling money, one and a half is a dime, but the price of wheat for west fruit is not right?

The bargaining grain will cost two cents and eight to three cents a pound, and you can only exchange this pound of wheat for one and a half pounds of western fruits, right? And you also know how thick the skin of this fruit is, let it be a little more! I'll buy both! ”

"Okay, since my sister-in-law is so generous, we can't be stingy, so let's come at this price!"

When the melon seller heard this, he thought about it and agreed, although the new wheat just came down, after drying, a pound shrank by about one or two, but the yield of watermelon is high, and this loss is not as heavy as the watermelon skin!