There is nothing to do during the day, but it’s just a show of it, and you can enter the warehouse at night.

One day, one night, plus the dry climate, the dehydration time is just right.

Song Qingyun stayed up late last night, and there were too many things during the day, so he persisted until 1:30 in the afternoon and finally couldn't stand it. He fell to death on the couch in the village office.

When he woke up again, he was so hot that he was covered in sweat.

Let’s look at it again at five o’clock in the afternoon, and the sunset marks the sky to the west red.

I slept all afternoon, which was a mistake.

Song Qingyun went out to see that the situation outside was different again, and the farmers had already started to raise wheat.

In an air-dry area, the wheat is dried for two days, and the moisture is reduced to less than 14%, and then it can be stored. The first batch of new wheat in Hongshi Village is also dried, and it is time to be put into storage.

However, wheat has wheat ash but has not been processed clean straw and wheat leaf debris, especially wheat harvested by machines.

Before stocking up, all the wheat ash must be separated.

So, how to separate?

It is easy to deal with, it is just to choke. Simply put, it means that farmers use a shovel to shovel the wheat and throw it into the air, and use the wind to blow away the debris in the wheat.

Hongshi Village is originally a grand canyon, just in the wind, and the wind is particularly strong.

As soon as the wheat rose, the world was covered with dust. Looking closely, the whole village was filled with yellow, and even the window glass of the village was covered with a layer.

Song Qingyun accidentally fell on the face of dust. A middle-aged villager who looked rough and generous stuck out his tongue playfully: "Sir Song, I'm sorry."

Song Qingyun: "It's no big deal."

After all, he was a young man in his twenties and had a strong curiosity about new things. He was itchy for a moment, and he tried to snatch the shovel from the villagers and had a lot of fun by imitating others.

Sweat flowed from his face into his neck like a stream, and it was covered with dust. With one touch of his hand, it turned into a colorful face.

All the villagers laughed: "Such a big cadre is so dirty, I'm so terrified."

Song Qingyun: "What a big cadre, I'm just a quarrel."

As I was talking, I saw Chen Xin and Ding Fangfei walking over quickly with baskets/

Their baskets are full of fresh wheat, because they are so heavy that they are stomping on the ground.

Seeing that Ding Fangfei's slender waist branch was so strong, Song Qingyun was surprised and ashamed. If she guessed correctly, Xiao Ding's strength was greater than that of himself.

A villager smiled and said, "New Dog, your big boss also works by himself. How much money is it worth hiring someone?"

Perhaps because they were tired of walking, the couple put down their pick and sat on them to rest.

Chen Xin said shyly: "What big boss? I just work for Fangfei. She has the final say in our family."

Song Qingyun: "Xiao Ding, you have such great strength, aren't you afraid of calling out your shoulders?"

Ding Fangfei raised the mat in her hand: "I have prepared the shoulder pads long ago, and it cannot be worn. Although the wheat is not worth much money, this is also the hard work of my uncle for the whole season. Now every household is short of labor and cannot find anyone. Who else can we do it? Will the food be ruined in vain?"

The couple are all farmers at heart. Although they earn millions a year, they can see that they are alive and their hands and feet are unwilling to be idle.

If a farmer doesn’t farm, what is he called a farmer?

Song Qingyun: "The wheat is dried?"

"Done."

"Where are people from other families?"

"I guess I'll be able to enter the warehouse at 8 o'clock in the evening."

Song Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately. The day went smoothly from last night to today. All the poor households harvested wheat. I hope tomorrow will be another good day.

He followed Chen Xin and Ding Fangfei to see how the grain was stored.

Chen Changqing's family had already prepared a barn made of white iron, which was covered with a layer of plastic film and half a warehouse of wheat.

Originally, Song Qingyun was very dissatisfied with Chen Changqing's lazy and asking Chen Xin and his wife to work for him, and even made some sarcasm after seeing him.

Chen Changqing said that he was cooking for his nephew and Xiao Ding at home. Song Qingyun looked at the kitchen. It was so hot that it was steaming. A large piece of pork belly was boiled in the pot. The anger in his heart subsided.

He helped Ding Fangfei pour the wheat into the barn, and Chen Changqing called out: "Bless the Kitchen God Bodhisattva, you will have a good harvest." Then he sprinkled a few plant leaves.

Song Qingyun asked: "What is this?"

Chen Changqing explained that this is the pepper leaves, which are used to prevent insects.

Song Qingyun said, it was eye-opening.

Peppers can indeed prevent insects. In ancient times, a layer of peppers would be coated on the walls of the imperial palace. In this way, there would be no mosquitoes in summer, which is the so-called pepper room.

After pouring the wheat, Chen Xin and his wife went to pretend to be wheat again. Song Qingyun was about to leave, but Chen Changqing grabbed him and said, "Secretary Song, please have dinner with me."

Song Qingyun couldn't say it, there were other things.

Chen Changqing refused to let go, and the two of them tangled for a long time.

Seeing that Song Qingyun was a little angry, he said with mercy: "Secretary Song, Xingou and Xiao Ding are really good to me. Just like their own son and daughter-in-law, now it is time to work hard, so they have to eat well. I don't know how to cook, I'm afraid of treating them badly, so I feel sorry for you. I think you are good at cooking, so I can help me."

Song Qingyun then realized and smiled and said, "You, okay, I'll help you."

He rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen, picked up the three-pound pork belly, passed cold water, cut it into thin slices the size of a palm, and fryed it in the pan.

In a moment, the pork belly became shaved when heated.

Add raw pulp, dried moldy vegetables, soaked peppers, add bean paste, stir-fry over high heat, and add garlic sprouts when the pot is served.

The strange fragrance is so strong that the mouth is full of oil when you bite it.

Song Qingyun is full of accomplishment: Thanks to Lao Huang, as I have eaten at his house more times, my cooking skills have increased.

Chen Xin and Ding Fangfei came back with the wheat again. There was not so much attention during the busy farming season. Everyone sat together, scooped a bowl of rice, pulled the rice and ate the meat with big mouthfuls.

The pork belly is good, fat and thin, and Chen Changqing's mouth drips down his beard.

As it got dark, three harvesters came over again, and the roar of the diesel engine sounded again.

At twelve o'clock at night, Liu Yonghua had already figured out the situation of all the poor households' five-guarantee households. Seventy new wheat had already been put into the warehouse. The remaining dozen households had also dried the grain. The main reason why they had not returned to the warehouse was that the labor force was lacking. The old man and the old lady were slow to move, and the little bit of ants moved, which delayed the move.

He has organized volunteers to help, and it should be done soon.

Song Qingyun remembered the previous incident of pepper leaves and asked the poor households how to prevent insects from new grain. Liu Yonghua said that he had considered this a long time ago and had already bought more than ten bottles of "Grain Insects" out of his own pocket in advance and posted them to poor households who were indeed in trouble.

Grain insect cleansing is also easy to use, just wrap it in a small piece of cloth and put it in the wheat.

Song Qingyun said: "Give me the invoice for Grain Cypress, and I'll ask the street to reimburse it."

"No, no, it's not worth a lot of money." One or two hundred yuan is nothing to Liu Yonghua.

Song Qingyun said: "Yonghua, this is not a matter of how much money is not enough. The country has a special poverty alleviation policy. If you want to enjoy it, you have to enjoy it. Everything must be based on the truth. Yes, Yonghua is a good person and noble character. But this is the country's concern for poor households, and it is a public tool. If you pay for the villagers out of your own pocket, it is a personal favor. Public is public, private is private, and the score is clear."

Liu Yonghua thought for a while and nodded and said that he understood. After going down, he would find an invoice to send it.

He was probably sleeping too much in the afternoon, and Song Qingyun actually had insomnia and rolled on the bed until three o'clock. He couldn't stand it, so he got up in his clothes and ran to the ground, jumped onto the machine of the three brothers, the eldest brothers, to chat with him.

The boss kept drinking bitter tea, smoking cigarettes one by one, drinking all his teeth yellow, and his fingers holding the cigarette turned into bacon.

"Brother, can you still hold on if you are sleepy or not?"

Boss: "I was really sleepy just now. After chatting for a long time, I became energetic."

The boss of the harvester has been working for two days, and now it is even more indifferent and really can't stand it.

The other two were also tired, and the second brother was too sleepy. While driving the harvester, he opened his mouth and yelled: "The magic of love turns into the spring circle..." The harvester was all turned to the side, crushing the ridges of people's fields.

God really gives face. The sky is full of stars and the Milky Way lies across the sky, indicating that tomorrow is already a sunny day.

Song Qingyun lay on the wheat haystack, looked up at the sky, then reached out to look at his hands, which were covered with dirt and dust, and his body was really dirty, but it was not as dirty as it was when he used to work and study.

He remembered the past. It was during the summer vacation of his second year of high school. His father passed away for a year. The family was so poor that they couldn't afford to buy tutoring materials and pay for food.

Song Qingyun went to a classmate's house to work and make money.

In order to avoid worrying, my mother lied that she wanted to go out for a trip with her classmates, which lasted for one month.

My classmate runs an auto repair shop and specializes in repairing big cars for people.

Song Qingyun went to his house and said it was just a fight and doing physical work.

That day, my classmate's father went out to rescue the car. Song Qingyun changed the half-axle for a customer. It was really heavy, and his hands were covered with oil. By the way, the two cars were loaded with coal, and the coal ash fell on his face. After two days, he could still catch the coal gangue in his hair.

He remembered that his first month's salary was 1,200, and after getting the money, it was the day when school started, which happened to be his mother's birthday.

Song Qingyun bought a set of cosmetics for the Empress Dowager and spent 600 yuan. He said: "Mom, you haven't put on makeup for more than a year. I want you to be beautiful all your life. You are the most beautiful mother in the world."

The empress dowager cried and hugged Song Qingyun and said, "Son, you are the flesh of your mother. Why did you lie to me? Why did you go to work? Don't you know that my mother's heart hurts?"

"Because I want you to be beautiful, I want you to be happy, I will do anything for you."

The huge changes in the family made Song Qingyun live as "other people's children."

It’s really interesting to live hard!
Chapter completed!