After Lin Xiaotong contributed the wound medicine, he took out a sheet and, with Yu Xiangqin's "prodigal" voice, he and Wang Xue tore it into two-inch wide strips of cloth.
They collected all the sickles belonging to Omniscient Qingdian and wrapped the handles of the sickles with strips of cloth.
Yu Xiangqin shed tears of distress while pestering her, muttering: "This is such a sin..."
Lin Nianhe: "Just tell me if you don't want to do it anymore."
Yu Xiangqin held the sickle and felt it for a while, then nodded: "Yes."
Lin Nianhe rolled his eyes at her and said sincerely: "Sister Xiangqin, if you couldn't speak, you would be much more popular than you are now."
A good person, but unfortunately he has a big mouth.
Yu Xiangqin didn't react, and kept mumbling to herself: "The good sheets are torn, the prodigal is dead... What are you afraid of if you rub your cocoons..."
"Have you forgotten that slogan? Roll yourself in mud, make a red heart, polish your calluses... This is the medal for our struggle!"
"Hey, do you have enough cloth? Leave one for that capitalist lady? Don't look at me, I'm afraid that her torn hands will be used as an excuse to avoid labor!"
Everyone: "..."
OK, OK, you talk a lot and you have the final say.
That night, some people couldn't sleep all night long, and some people fell asleep until they were unconscious.
The sun still rises as usual, it is always on time, and will not stop for a moment due to the joys and sorrows of the world.
"Back to work——"
Before starting work, Yu Xiangqin snatched Sun Yafei's sickle away with a curse and wrapped it with a cloth.
Sun Yafei was so scolded that she couldn't even lift her head, so she whispered: "Thank you."
Yu Xiangqin shook her hair and left.
Lin Nianhe: "It's good not to be remembered for doing good things. Sister Xiangqin's awareness is really beyond the comparison of ordinary people."
Wang Shumei: "Your mouth is getting worse and worse."
"Lin Nianhe, Wang Shumei! Are you still nagging after the autumn harvest? What do you two want?"
The familiar roar of the squad leader came.
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Wang Shumei: "..."
Wen Lan: "Melon girl."
After the first day of hard work, the new educated youths were silent when they worked again.
Swinging the sickle and breaking corn mechanically, the brain has no ability to think.
The darkness before dawn is so unbearable that no one has the heart to talk, and they even feel that they can't see the light at all.
Feng Wei didn't come to work this morning. He went back to the county town, packed up his and Su Yuncheng's clothes, and brought back rations.
Su Yuncheng said that we cannot take advantage of 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 had lost weight! Gotta make up for it!
Feng Wei jumped off the field ridge, causing Li Hehua who was closest to him to stumble. The little girl was so frightened that she shouted: "Earthquake! Earthquake!"
Fear is contagious, and the children were so frightened that they ran away holding corn cobs and crying.
Principal Wu could only coax everyone to laugh or cry.
For a time, people in the cornfield were on their backs.
Feng Wei's nickname was officially changed from Fatty Feng to Feng Zhenzhen.
Such a unique nickname came from the mouth of a certain genius named Lin.
As the days pass, the number of corn stalks standing in the corn field decreases day by day. On the door panel of the Educated Youth Center, Wang Dong counted the days with a piece of rubbish and drew straight characters. Each additional stroke meant that victory was one day closer.
When one-tenth of the corn was not finished, dark clouds rolled in the sky.
The clouds were so dark and heavy that it felt depressing when viewed from a distance.
"Is it... going to rain?" Lin Nianhe breathed heavily, looked at the sky eagerly, and asked, "Can we rest now?"
Wen Ruoruan's eyes also lit up: "Yes, you can't work in the rain."
Facts have proved that they really thought too much.
"Quick! Be quick!"
"It's going to rain, collect what's on the ground first! Take the rest in your backpack and break it up!"
"Don't even stop!"
Li Dahe took a loudspeaker and shouted from the end of the field to the end.
Heavy raindrops fell, instantly dissipating the heat and causing even greater trouble.
With such heavy rain, it won't take long for the tractor to get stuck in the mud, and the oxcart will be useless. All corn transportation must be carried by manpower. The rain curtain will block the view, the mud will make it more difficult to move, and the physical strength will be exhausted faster.
Lin Nianhe was carrying a basket on her back, and while breaking the corn, she said loudly to the Niu baby who was following her: "Niu baby, let the students go home, change their wet clothes, drink some hot water, and don't run out!"
Niu Wa wiped the rain off her face and asked her, "What about you?"
"I'm fine," Lin Nianhe turned around and smiled at him, "Niu Wa, I give you a task - take the principal back and don't let her come out."
Niu Wa nodded seriously with a sullen face: "Okay!"
Lin Nianhe wiped his face, stopped talking to him, turned around and broke the corn.
After being bent for many days, I felt a little uncomfortable straightening up.
Harvesting corn in this way is really slow, and you have to step on the corn stalk to break off a corn stalk. You need to use strength with your hands and feet. If you are not careful, your feet will slip.
Lin Nianhe stumbled forward. The weight of the backpack continued to increase, and her speed became slower and slower.
"Nianhe, give it to me."
Su Yuncheng came to Lin Nianhe at some point, reached for her basket, and poured all the corn in her basket into his own.
When Lin Nianhe saw him, he raised his lips and smiled.
She asked: "Brother Yun Cheng, when will the rain stop?"
"I don't know," Su Yuncheng shook his head, "We can't wait, otherwise the crops will rot in the ground."
Lin Nianhe frowned and looked at the remaining corn, gritted his teeth and accelerated the speed of breaking the corn.
As soon as she broke off two of them, her arm was grabbed.
"Why are you still here? Go back quickly!"
Lin Nianhe turned his head blankly and met Li Dahe's eyes.
"Uncle Captain, I'm fine, I can do it." Lin Nianhe said and broke away from Li Dahe's hand.
When it started to rain, Su Yuncheng asked her to go back, but she refused.
She thinks she can do it.
Li Dahe caught her again and dragged her out: "What are you doing? With your small body, if you let the rain rain for a while, you will have to go to the health center again? If something happens to you, I will How do you explain it to your parents?"
While he was talking, he passed by another girl from the village and stretched out his hand to grab her too: "Zhang Xiaocui, get out of here and go home. I'm showing off to you, right?"
"Those female educated youths, please go back to my dormitory!"
"And that Sun Yafei... What, you are not an educated young man? You still have to name them one by one, right?"
"Don't be stubborn with me, don't block the way here, get out of here!"
Li Dahe is like an old hen protecting her calves. When the storm comes, she drives all the chicks that he thinks are in poor health back to the nest.
But he braved the wind and rain, carrying a pole, and delivered corn to the warehouse one trip after another.
Uncle Guan was in the warehouse, and Accountant Zhao was also sent there. They were busy spreading plastic sheets on the ground and spreading out the corn cobs wetted by rain to dry.
"What's wrong with this? I said before that this year will be a good year, but even if I hurry up and hurry up, it's still raining." Uncle Guan frowned, with a sad look on his face.
Accountant Zhao held his knees and his lips turned white from the pain. His legs were in unbearable pain when it rained, just like when they were broken.
He endured the pain and comforted him: "We harvested quickly, and what we have harvested now is the same as last year's harvest...anything we take back will be extra."
Uncle Guan looked at the surging dark clouds and muttered with a sad face: "The dragon's mouth is snatching food, it's better to grab a little bit."
