As for the three families who drove the harvester, they were eager to go to Hongshi Village to work. The busy farming season was just those few days of the year. To put it bluntly, what they betrayed was time.

Judging from the weather forecast, it will rain in three days. At that time, even if you have time, others will not be able to use you anymore.

I just thought of Xiaoxia's love, and I was embarrassed to go to Hongshi Village.

I heard that I could go to Song Qingyun to work overtime at night. The three families were very happy and agreed repeatedly, saying, Secretary Song, don’t worry, we will arrive after dinner.

Song Qingyun was still a little worried and asked, "You are tired all day and staying up all night at night. Can you bear it?"

The boss replied: "You can bear it, you can bear it. Isn't it just for three nights? I played cards on the table during the slack season, and there were so many things to do all night."

I was tired for three nights and got tens of thousands of dollars, so where did I find such a good thing?

After finishing the work in these two villages, I have all the living expenses this year.

As for the strength, I used it, ate something, and had a sleep again.

Song Qingyun said that, okay, I will go back to the village first to prepare, count which households need to hire a harvester, and determine the numbers and locations.

Just as he was about to leave, the second wife of the three brothers' family grabbed Song Qingyun and said, "Secretary Song, do you have any sheep in the village? Sell me a bite and kill me for the three brothers to feed them. Staying up late is a very harmful body."

Song Qingyun: "There are no sheep, can the chicken and duck be okay?"

The second wife said that eating red meat will make you stronger, but if you really don’t have it, you will eat meat.

Song Qingyun: "Do you buy rice?"

"I don't buy it. I doze off after eating rice and flour. I can only eat meat when I stay up late, and I can't touch anything else."

Damn Xia Yutian, when I was sending the injured to the Municipal People's Hospital last night, I actually scraped Song Qingyun's car.

The front bumper has a half-foot-long mark, but fortunately the car is thick in paint and has no bottom exposed.

It is impossible to make Xiao Xia pay off money. The bird man is so poor that he is even poorer than Song Qingyun. Besides, isn’t he insurance?

Song Qingyun took photos of the car and contacted the insurance company.

There was a nervous place there and said, "What, the trailer is gone, did the headlights break? I heard that the headlights are fine, but just a little scratch, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

If Song Qingyun’s car’s headlight breaks, it’s not a joke. One can cost 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, and the insurance company will lose money.

The insurance company looked at the photos posted by Song Qingyun and said that the matter was not big and it was okay to deal with it now, but I personally recommend not to hurry first and scratch it together. It is too troublesome to go on a special trip for this matter, the amount is small, and it is also a waste of time.

Song Qingyun thought it made sense, so he ignored it.

"Qingyun, cough, you have helped our village all the best this time." Today is Gong Zhenxin on duty. After hearing Song Qingyun talk about this, he was so excited that he coughed: "You don't know. I remembered this day last night, and when I remembered so much wheat, I would rot in the ground in vain, so I couldn't sleep."

Song Qingyun: "I slept very well. I drank with the harvester master for a long time and was drunk. After coming to the village, my weight dropped by at least ten kilograms. I personally paid a lot of money. Will you reimburse me for the branch secretary?"

Gong Zhenxin said seriously: "As long as the White Horse Project is finally completed, everything goes well in the rural tourism, and the collective is rich, and the full amount is reimbursed, we will never treat the cadres who come to support rural construction unfairly."

Song Qingyun: "You are also making an empty promise. By that time, I will probably complete the task and leave Hongshi Village. Just think I will contribute to the village! I just hope that everyone will have a better life in the future. Remember that I, Song Qingyun."

Success does not have to be with me. As long as you do something meaningful and achieve yourself, you will never be in vain in your life.

The two of them called Liu Yonghua to visit the household and registered the name of the farmer who needed to hire a harvester.

Another problem has happened here. There are not more than 80 in the village. They can’t even get more than 100 yuan in machine money per acre. These people have no labor force. What should they do?

Gong Zhenxin thought about it and went to Luo Nan's house.

Seeing the "three giants" in Hongshi Village coming together, Luo Nan remembered the slap of Secretary Gong and was so scared that he hid in the house and dared not come out.

Gong Zhenxin was also direct and told Du Limei that you have received one million yuan in decoration money from Professor Bai. Now there is a difficult problem in the village. The poor households have no money to hire a harvester. You can borrow some and put them on. Wait until the wheat is collected into the warehouse and then pay it to you.

After hearing him, Du Limei laughed and said, "What do I do with so much wheat?" The baby went to the city to study. The couple at home could eat so much wheat noodles. Forget it, I'll sponsor it. Isn't it just a few thousand yuan, which is my meal.

Song Qingyun: "Boss Du is open and lit up. When will you treat me to a meal worth several thousand yuan?"

Du Limei: "Brother, it is necessary to invite you to dinner. Next time I go back to the provincial capital, I will go to my large flat floor to play for a few days. Let's find a few bosses to play cards together."

Song Qingyun: "Then the relationship is good."

In fact, Du Limi is a pretty good person. He is loyal, valuable and generous. In contrast, he can accept the problem of bragging.

After dinner, the sound of a diesel engine motor came. Song Qingyun looked for the sound and walked over, but saw that the three brothers were already busy in the farmland outside the village.

The person who was the turn of harvesting the wheat had already arrived on the ridges of the fields, and Liu Yonghua was assigned to work: "Be careful about these two acres of land, don't crush the ridges of other people's fields... Alas, hurry up and it doesn't matter if you crush them. Anyway, if you don't plant rice this year, you will have to plant grapes."

There are rounds of orders for which one is collected first and then which one is collected. First, there are five-guarantee households in poor households, and then ordinary villagers. Anyway, if your family has sufficient labor, you have to queue for the last.

During the day, farmers can’t wait to start first, but how can they compare to the harvester?

As soon as the three harvesters opened, the wheat waves fell down one after another, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wheat straw.

The wheat straw is full of long coarse fibers, and the degradation rate is slower than that of rape straw, so it is not crushed and returned to the field. It is just a simple threshing.

The wheat grains are automatically loaded into a woven bag, but the wheat straw is thrown directly into the field.

The farmers tied bundles in hand in the back, put them in the ground, and waited until the cart from the charcoal factory came to pull them away.

As the sky gradually became dark, the lights of the harvester pierced the night, the farmers also fired the flashlights, and some even lit Song Ming. While working, everyone talked dirty jokes, and their ears were filled with laughter.

The moon is so big, it shouldn't rain tomorrow, but it can't be sunny. The rainy season is coming, and everyone is busy as if they are crazy.

Because it was harvested by machines, the flails prepared by the farmers could not be used. Everyone carried bags of wheat to the village and searched for the open space to dry.

Song Qingyun was puzzled and asked Gong Liushan: "Liushan, these wheats are all dry crops, so they also need to be dried?"

During the busy three days of farming, the village committee cadres were on duty in two shifts.

Gong Liushan replied that it is not allowed to dry. Thirty or forty years ago, we originally planted wheat here. As soon as the wheat was cut, someone came to harvest it. When they took it back, they would dry it in the factory. Now, because there are few people planting and there are not many flour mills, most villagers left to eat it themselves, so they have to dry it. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be in vain for the whole life to mold?

Song Qingyun was still uneasy and called Liu Shuqing: "Scientist Liu, what are you doing?"

"Self-serving the confinement."

"What?"

Liu Shuqing said that his wife was pregnant and was about to have a second child, and she had a bad temper.

When Song Qingyun heard that he had not reached his due date for half a year, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, I don't have to send you a red envelope immediately and escape the disaster."

After listening to Song Qingyun's discussion on the wheat harvest in the village, Liu Shuqing replied that the wheat looks dry on the surface, but in fact it still contains 25% moisture. It needs to be dried to reduce the moisture to less than 13% to ensure storage safety.

Song Qingyun asked again how long it would take to dry it. It was going to rain soon, and I was afraid it would not be too late.

When he first arrived in Hongshi Village, he was defeated and encountered the harvest of rice. Farmers had to dry the millet for at least one week.

Liu Shuqing said no need to be afraid, usually it is enough to dry it for one day and one night. It is enough to dry it at 8 o'clock in the morning, and then turn it at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. After leaving it for one night, the next morning, it will be stored for three hours before it can be stored in the warehouse.

Song Qingyun was a little worried and said that our village has been cloudy these two days, and the temperature is also low at night, so I am afraid something will happen.

Scientist Liu: "What are you afraid of? Even during the day, the temperature is over 20 degrees. You can dry it without the sun. At worst, you can turn it over a few more times. As for the evening, the air in Hongshi Village is dry and the wind is strong, just like an air-conditioned house, which can be dehydrated soon."

Song Qingyun asked again, how to dry the wheat and how thick it is.

Liu Shuqing: "Four centimeters."

Song Qingyun: "Lao Liu, repeat the key points, I'll record a sound."

"Song Qingyun, you are so annoying."

...

Soon, the farmers carried the newly threshed wheat and transported it to the village in bags.

Some people carry it on their shoulders, some people carry it on their loads, and some people push it on a cart.

The harvester is very efficient, and farmers are too busy to get a little more busy with acre of land in a few minutes.

Chen Jianguo came at some point, so he took out his cell phone to light the farmers: "Secretary Song, it's okay tonight tomorrow and the wheat should be finished the day after tomorrow. I'm afraid there is not enough food to dry."

Song Qingyun thought for a while and gritted his teeth: "Let the villagers dry the grain on the road."

Chen Jianguo was stunned: "Secretary Song, the country has repeatedly ordered not to play on the road, so we must be responsible for doing it."

Song Qingyun: "I can't take care of so many things. If there are any problems, I can take care of them. I can review the streets. As grassroots cadres, we cannot just care about our own gains, losses, honors and disgraces. You go to the village radio station to notify them immediately and say that I have decided that everyone is drying food on the road. Anyway, it's only three or four days, and something has happened. By the way, you inform the militia and let them organize their men to work on the road to maintain order and command traffic. The country is not allowed to dry food on the road, mainly because it is afraid of car accidents. Our place is really remote, and there are not many cars in a day, so it doesn't matter."

"Okay, I'll inform you immediately and organize the staff."

"Tell me too about Secretary Yonghua and Zhenxin."

...

"One-handed, you have no problem, do you want me to help you choose?" Song Qingyun stabilized the long bamboo slug on the shoulders of the one-handed.
Chapter completed!