The five fingers of the one-handed man's right hand were cut off by a pig mower, so he couldn't use his strength to hold the bamboo stick with his palm.

He had a woven bag of wheat hanging on each end of his bamboo trunk, and his back was so hunched.

The one-handed man gasped: "It's okay, I've carried a burden all my life, what's that? I heard that Secretary Song not only paid for the car to save a woman burned by Xinlian in order to borrow a harvester, but also accompanied the harvester master to drink until Tu Wangzi. For our village, you are really working hard. Can we still let you help with the work, is that still a human?"

The other villagers also looked grateful and said, "Yes, yes, it's the first time we have seen a cadre who cares about us like this. You are Jiao Yulu of the new era. You are so hard that your health is broken. Whoever dares to cause trouble for you again is our enemy, and you can't kill his dogs and things.

Song Qingyun screamed in anger: "Who said I was drinking and vomiting blood? Isn't this a black man? Stand out for me!"

The poor households said, no matter who said it, you can just stand next to the commander, the secretary, and this is your position. If you go to the field in person, you will not do your job properly and we will not agree.

Song Qingyun was about to explain that he was really not vomiting blood, so he stuffed a hot egg into his hand.

Looking closely, it was Ding Fangfei.

"Secretary Song, staying up late hurts your body. I heard that you didn't eat for two days to drink, so how could your stomach bear it in the afternoon? My mother cooked eggs, so you can eat a little."

Ding Fangfei and Chen Xin carried baskets and walked quickly behind them.

"Who said I haven't had dinner in two days?" Song Qingyun was laughing and crying while pinching the egg. The matter became darker and darker: "Chen Xinxiaoding, your family is not a poor household, why did you come to harvest wheat? Our village committees decided to collect the harvester for the five-guarantee households of the poor households first. You can't go to the line."

Ding Fangfei said: "Secretary Song, we helped Uncle Changqing collect it. He is a poor household."

"Where is Chen Changqing?"

"Uncle Changqing is in poor health and has already rested."

"This lazy guy is not a thing." Song Qingyun was about to curse again, and an old man on the other end of the team shouted and sang: "Lotus fall, lotus fall..."

The mountain people communicate with each other, with great lung capacity, and like to sing folk songs. Some people start, while others sing in a mess.

"The sky is full of clouds, the ground is full of graves, and the youngest girl's bed is full of people..."

When Song Qingyun heard this, he was speechless and shouted: "There are still girls here, don't sing randomly."

Fortunately, he asked Secretary Jiang with shamelessness and asked for money to install solar street lights for the village. At this moment, the ground was illuminated so white that it was just right for the villagers to work overnight.

The team moved forward quickly, and the steps rumbling. In the light and shadow, everyone's faces were also bright and dark, reminding Song Qingyun of Rembrandt's "Night Inspection" that he had read in middle school art textbooks before.

Bamboo mats were laid in the village whenever there was an open space. The farmers poured the harvested wheat on it, then picked up a farm tool that Song Qingyun could not name and started to do it.

The thing is a long bamboo pole with a wooden piece on the top. When using it, use the wooden piece to flatten the wheat and spread it out, and turn it over every hour or two to avoid the wheat from getting hot.

Song Qingyun took out a tape measure, measured the thickness of the wheat, and said, "Four centimeters, only four centimeters thick."

I grabbed another handful of freshly beaten wheat and rubbed it. I found it was quite dry. I couldn't help but wonder if the new wheat content of 25% of the water content of the new wheat that Liu Shuqing said was a lie.

Everyone laughed and joked: "Secretary Song, this is the first time we have seen someone use a ruler to compare the thickness of the crops in our life."

"That's right, in previous years, we didn't use a ruler, so we also spread the grain out."

Song Qingyun was embarrassed: "You still have to talk about science."

At this time, the radio in the village rang, and it was Chen Jianguo's voice: "Dear villagers, pay attention, all villagers, pay attention. The spring breeze is blowing, the red flag is waving, and the fragrance of rice flowers is saying good fortune..."

He showed that he had specially drafted a speech, so he delayed it until now.

This roar in the middle of the night scared everyone.

Hearing the radio that he could dry food on the road this time, everyone said, "Good governance, Secretary Song, you are just a blue sky."

Song Qingyun was even more embarrassed and said, "It will rain soon, and I can't do anything about it. This is just one time, so I won't be able to do it."

Next he went to the highway again, and a militia stood at the entrance of both villages and was commanding the villagers to lay bamboo mats. Everything was in order, which was reassuring.

Song Qingyun was also tired, so he finally ran to see the three harvesters.

The second brother's harvester was parked by the field to refuel. His wife carried a huge oil drum and poured it into it. Song Qingyun tried the weight of the oil drum and found that it was very difficult to lift it.

Looking at the muscles on the second wife's arm, she exclaimed: Women are not as good as men.

He asked them when they would have dinner. The second brother said it was still early, and he had some snacks at midnight, and had a serious meal when he finished work at four in the morning. Then he went back to Xinlian, slept in the car until nine in the morning, and then got up and continued to work.

Song Qingyun said: "Hey, you only sleep four or five hours a day, can you bear it?"

The second brother: "It's only two or three days, it doesn't matter if you can't stand it. If you can't stand it, you smoke and drink strong tea. What I fear most is poverty, and how can you be afraid of getting tired and getting sick?"

After saying that, he ejected the cigarette butt and drew a red arc in the air.

Song Qingyun was also thirsty, so he poured a cup of tea from the electric kettle they burned. He took a sip and was so bitter that it was as if he had eaten a bitter melon, which was still the same as raw.

Looking at the light of the harvester, the boiled kettle was originally fried green, but the soup was as thick as iron embroidered. There were too many tea leaves, and 80% of a pot of tea was tea leaves.

Song Qingyun couldn't help but say, "Are you cold tea?"

It was very cold at night, but there were insects rushing towards the harvester, densely packed.

The moon is so big. As long as the moon is big, the weather will not be very good the next day.

But on the morning of the next day, Song Qingyun got up and saw the red glow in the sky. God blessed me!

The harvester has returned to Xinlian. They work there during the day and have to wait for dinner before they can come.

Today is the daytime for the villagers in Hongshi Village to dry the grounds. As mentioned earlier, generally speaking, after a few days of drying, the moisture will be reduced to less than 14% and can be stored in the warehouse.

But that was when you put the wheat together at night and then cover it with a tart cloth.

The climate in Hongshi Village is dry and the wind is strong at night, so you can use wind power to dehydrate.

I remember that the month when Song Qingyun arrived in Hongshi Village, he had a nosebleed and he didn't get any more until it rained later.

The open space in front of the village was also full of wheat. Song Qingyun grabbed it and looked at it. It felt like it was a little dry than when I was harvested.

When the sun comes out, this feeling becomes obvious.

The color of the new wheat was a little dark when it was just harvested. When the strong sunlight shone for a while, the surface began to turn white.

The farmer kept flipping with wooden faders and shovels, and the air was filled with the smell of new wheat, which smelled very nice.
Chapter completed!