As a friend, Lin Nianhe felt it was necessary to comfort Sister Shumei.
She held Wang Shumei's shoulders, stared into her eyes and said seriously: "Sister Shumei, I can understand how you miss your family. As your good friend and sister, I am very willing to help you solve your problems, so - from now on You can think of me as your grandma, I don’t mind.”
"I call you sister, you call me grandma, we all have our own thing!"
Wang Shumei: "..."
"New Historical Records: Chronicles of the Shili Brigade:
In the Bingxu month of the Yimao year, the sickle day begins. When the morning light first appeared, two women were chasing each other across the fields, full of life and cheering. Later generations called it a good omen for a good harvest in ten miles. "
The above was compiled by Comrade Lin Nianhe after being chased through half of the village by Comrade Wang Shumei.
"Oh, Sister Shumei, are you serious? Isn't the autumn harvest more important than beating me? Look, I haven't even started yet, and I'm already useless."
Lin Nianhe sat on the small bench, chewing steamed buns and looking at Wang Shumei complainingly.
Wang Shumei was no better than her. He glared back at her and hummed softly: "Don't let your guard down. The students are all watching. Let them know that their teacher is such a waste and will definitely laugh at you!"
Lin Nianhe bared his teeth at her, stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into his mouth, stood up and went into the room, adding: "I'm going to change clothes."
You need to change your clothes, and more importantly - sunscreen!
She had heard about how powerful the autumn harvest was. She had heard about it in her previous life, and she had heard about it recently, especially from the aunts in the village. Every time they mentioned the autumn harvest, they would look sad and regretful when they saw her, as if they would not be able to see her after the autumn harvest. As if.
Lin Nianhe shuddered as he thought about the cloudless sunny day just now.
She applied sunscreen all over her body, took out the straw hat and labor protection gloves she had not used for a long time, and after thinking about it, she put on the red gauze scarf.
I filled the kettle with water and stuffed a bunch of snacks into my satchel. In order to avoid accidents, she also packed a small medicine box. In addition to first-aid alcohol gauze band-aids, she also put ten glucose tubes.
She took out another sack, filled it with a whole sack of mung beans, and placed it behind the door.
After preparing everything, Lin Nianhe looked in the mirror and encouraged himself:
"come on!"
"Come back alive!"
Outside the door, Wen Lan, who had just raised her hand to knock on the door, said, "Melon girl."
…
Autumn harvest means harvest, distribution of grain, and hardship that makes one’s scalp numb just thinking about it.
Today's autumn harvest is different from that of later generations. There are no large harvesters or other auxiliary machinery. Wheat fields can still be harvested partly by tractors, but what about corn...
Lin Nianhe specifically checked a few days ago. Corn harvesters and threshers only existed in the 1980s. Nowadays, they can only rely on hard-working hands.
Autumn harvest is a big event. Not only the production team, old and young, are mobilized, but schools and various units also have autumn harvest holidays. As Lin Nianhe reminded Zheng Lirong before, the students in their school also have to do farm work.
Lin Nianhe looked back at the little beans lining up obediently behind her, and felt that the future was worrying.
"Folks and comrades! The harvest is about to begin..."
Li Dahe stood at the front, speaking with a big iron-wrapped loudspeaker. He was particularly excited and spoke impassionedly for a minute. Then he jumped down, took the sickle wrapped in red cloth, jumped into the field, and chopped it neatly. A cornstalk was broken.
He raised the sickle and shouted with all his strength: "Open the sickle!"
There are many ways to harvest corn. Different regions and geographical factors have different methods. Some first break off the corn and throw it into the basket, and then cut down the corn stalks; others break the corn and step on the corn stalks at the same time;
When the Shili Brigade harvests corn, they first use a sickle to cut off the corn stalks by their roots and lay them down, and then the people behind them break off the corn before transporting it out.
The advantage of harvesting corn in this way is that everyone can do the same job quickly, and they don't have to carry the backpack all the time and feel the increasing weight. Moreover, if strong laborers are responsible for cutting corn stalks, it will be faster. Older people can also do the work of breaking corn, and children can help carry the corn back and forth. The whole village will go out together, and no one will be left behind.
The teachers and students of the village primary school were organized into the fifth team. Because it was a robbery, skilled labor could not be wasted on helping the educated youth, so this time, the members of the fifth team were particularly single-except for the educated youth, there were half-grown children. Ninety percent of them can only be considered half of the labor force.
Li Dahe also took this into consideration, and the mission area assigned to the fifth team was much smaller than that of other teams.
Even so, Lin Nianhe looked at the endless cornfield and felt that her wish this morning was too abrupt.
The team leader looked at them and said seriously: "Be careful, especially the new educated youths, don't get scratched by the sickle. Students, don't follow the adults closely, especially don't go to the left of the person. The most important thing - work Don’t look up when you’re doing it!”
"Remember, don't look up!"
"Let's do it!"
After the team leader gave the order, the educated youths waved their sickles and began to chop the corn stalks.
"Come on, teacher!"
"come on! Come on!"
The students were not allowed to go to the fields to break corn yet, and the little ones didn't know how tired they were. They shouted at the top of their lungs one by one at the edge of the field.
Cutting corn stalks is not like harvesting wheat. There aren't that many, just cut them off. It's just that the corn stalks are taller and the corn leaves are wide, which blocks the view.
Lin Nianhe's sickle was sharpened by Wang Dong. With one cut, both corn stalks were broken.
Lin Nianhe: "It doesn't feel too difficult. I feel like I can do it again!"
Wang Shumei, who was next to her, also felt the same way. She put aside her previous resentment and echoed: "Yeah, I feel okay."
Wen Lan: "A woman with two melons."
This is just a start, I don’t know how to be afraid!
Lin Nianhe waved his sickle, slashing and moving forward.
Gradually, it seemed that the only sound left in her ears was the sound of cutting corn stalks.
My waist started to feel sore, and so did my arms. The person huddled in the sea of corn, and the wind couldn't get in. The sweat quickly fell down his forehead, and then stuck to the flying grass clippings, which made him itchy.
Lin Nianhe felt like he had been chopping corn stalks for a century.
Raise your wrist to look at the time——
Great, it's been ten minutes.
She let out a long sigh and straightened up to wipe her sweat, when she happened to see Wang Shumei looking at her with tired eyes.
The two of them coincidentally forgot the heroic words of the first sick queen, and did not feel embarrassed at all.
They both turned to look in Wen Lan's direction.
no one.
Lin Nianhe looked around and saw that Sister Lan had already cut ten meters further than her.
Lin Nianhe turned around and reported: "Sister Lan is ten meters away."
Wang Shumei: "Is Xiaolan really a human?"
Lin Nianhe: "It's hard to say."
After saying that, she thumped her waist twice and bent down to continue chopping corn stalks.
Swish, swish...
Two more centuries later, Lin Nianhe's eyes began to sparkle.
She felt that her two ridges of land were almost at the end, so she couldn't help but straighten up, stand on tiptoes and look -
The endless cornfields, if not blocked by mountains, would probably meet the sky.
Lin Nianhe was stunned for a long time, and his face fell. Her legs went weak, and she sat down directly on the cushion made of freshly knocked down corn stalks.
Wang Shumei turned her head when she heard the noise, saw her expression of despair, wiped her sweat and said, "Nianhe, when you are tired, take a rest and drink some water."
Lin Nianhe turned back and pointed forward tremblingly, with half of his eyes turning red: "Sister Shumei, I, I thought I was almost at the end, so I couldn't help but take a look..."
Wang Shumei was startled and looked over subconsciously.
Under the sun, she shivered with fright.
"Hey, why are you looking at it?" Wang Shumei rubbed her arms and complained, "Didn't the team leader tell me not to look at it?"
It was only then that she realized what the captain meant by specifically emphasizing not to look forward.
Really desperate.
Lin Nianhe also understood why his aunts always looked at him in a way that they looked at him once and for all.
She really might not be able to survive this autumn harvest.
Just when she was desperately thinking whether she should die now or die after suffering, a familiar male voice suddenly came from behind:
"Nianhe."
(End of chapter)
