Breakfast was very rich.

There are vermicelli, sauerkraut, and fish raised by themselves in the production team.

In the breeding room of the production team, a fat pig happened to be "deathed" last night, so there were white and oily pork to give everyone a tooth sacrifice.

Aunt Qi, Dai Hongmei and the others who are in charge of cooking have come to the rice fields to urge everyone twice.

So, everyone in the field began to clean up and prepare to go back for dinner.

After collecting the buckets of rice, the craftsman began to put the rice in the wooden bucket into the basket, and then strong members would carry the rice into the yard for drying.

On the other hand, the threshing machine has already been used, and the third round of rice is now loading.

The artificial team led by Mr. Zhou lost in the competition, and the threshing machine team arrived first, with brilliant results.

With the help of the threshing machine, the big wheel was whimpering, and the golden rice flew into the mixing bucket like golden sand!

At this time, the labor team no longer had the previous arrogance.

Uncle Zhou was just busy raising rice into the basket, cursing, "Dog thing! What kind of broken thing is it? How much collective food will it waste, and how much steel will it waste in the country?

We farmers have nothing, they just don’t lack strength!

What's the point of using some strength? You'll come back after a night's sleep, which can save the public a lot of money!

In my opinion, the guy who makes this kind of food waste and country's steel machine is just a scammer and tricky speculator who wants to please those cadres!"

Using a drum machine to thresh rice is of course more food than those that are beaten with human power.

This is also impossible.

Because when the threshing machine is spinning at high speed, when the bunches of rice are pushed up, the grains are indeed sprinkled farther than those that are manually thrown on the valley rack.

There are many rice stubbles, thick silt, and aquatic plants in the rice fields.

These rice grains that have been thrown out cannot be picked up.

Uncle Zhou was just to seize this point and use it to attack the reformers of the threshing machine.

To vent his light, the anger that was covered by the threshing machine!

Damn it!

The cadres from the village and the brigade headquarters all went to step on the threshing machine in person, working hard, talking and laughing, who could even talk more to Mr. Zhou?

When I harvested rice in previous years, I didn’t look like this now.

Whenever the rice harvest season comes, Uncle Zhou enjoys the feeling of talking and laughing with the cadres sent by the township office every year, throwing rice in the same mixing bucket, and sitting on the same table to eat.

Very proud!

This is also the rare highlight moment for Mr. Zhou as a bamboo mat of the Pondnong Association.

He had been to school a lot before, and went to tour speeches in various units, recalling the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness.

But it was really boring to tell the "pain of the past" to those kids. As he was telling, the stories that Mr. Zhou himself told differently every time.

After all the editing, he couldn't even remember it himself.

In my heart, Mr. Zhou actually likes to gather with cadres the most.

——Look, the cadres in the hometown have to praise themselves as good at doing farm work and being excellent breeders for raising pigs and feeding cattle!

Now it's better,

Since the threshing machine was established, everyone's attention was attracted by the broken machine that was making a "whimper".

Don’t curse it or curse the person who invented the threshing machine. Mr. Zhou is so worried...

It's so blocked!!

After scolding the damn machine and the person who improved the machine, Uncle Zhou still couldn't relieve his hatred.

He heard him mutter loudly again: "Buying such a machine may cost 200 yuan, right? Such a precious machine from the public is so popular, but people with unclean hands and feet can do it?

What if he intentionally damages his collective property?

Such people who are dissatisfied with the public cannot let them touch the machine..."

He is alluding to Yi Yang.

Yi Yang lay flat at home for a few days, but he had no intention of coming to work in the production team.

But catching rice is no longer as usual.

So Yi Yang, who was ashamed, had to force himself to struggle to get up and work in the rice fields.

Uncle Zhou was there to vent his dissatisfaction.

Yi Yang's steel teeth were broken, and his face was as gloomy as water, but it did not occur.

Uncle Zhou has a good background, and Yi Yang is in this situation now. If he conflicts with Uncle Zhou, who is well-induced, Yi Yang's situation will be even more difficult...

Yi Yang did not dare to say anything. Uncle Zhou's random behavior of climbing and biting, but it aroused Ji Xuyuan's anger!

Ji Xuyuan is not good at farm work, but he has been practicing Taoism for decades, with clever ears and eyes, and extremely sensitive hearing.

He had already understood what the keeper Mr. Zhou said.

Hearing this, Ji Xuyuan stopped to harvest rice and his waist slowly straightened.

He glanced at Uncle Zhou, who was less than five feet away from him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to take off!

Luo Xuan, who was responsible for bundling straw, vaguely sensed the murderous aura emitted from Ji Xuyuan's body.

Luo Xuan was about to say something to stop him... The sand sickle in Ji Xuyuan's hand was really a powerful weapon for long-range attacks!

At this moment!

All of us heard a scream!

"puff--"

A dull sound.

Mr. Zhou was bent over and plucking the grains in the mixing bucket while keeping saying, "I'm going to the village and the county report, these opportunistic and treacherous villains."

I saw him silence and then he carried it into the mixing bucket!

Luo Xuan just looked at Ji Xu and left, but didn't see why Uncle Zhou fainted.

turn out to be,

Just now, when Uncle Zhou was cursing there, everyone who was working with him was secretly winking.

I know that Uncle Zhou, a non-functory guy, may really go to the township office or the county government to cause trouble!

But no one noticed that Luo Tiezhu, who was standing next to Uncle Zhou, had his face at this time, was already extremely gloomy and terrifying.

Like a big green wolf ready to choose people at any time...

I was waiting for the basket to be filled, so I could carry the load and send the grain back to Luo Tiezhu, who was in the drying dam. At this time, while pulling the rope on the basket, I was preparing to put a shoulder pole into the rope buckle...

Didn't think so,

I don’t know if Luo Tiezhu was distracted or the shoulder pole was so slippery that the shoulder pole just happened to take off his hands.

The tip of the shoulder pole in his hand aimed at the back of Mr. Zhou’s head, and poked it down with a "pop"!

The back of the head is fragile and cannot withstand the blow.

Uncle Zhou, who was busy working, suddenly suffered this blow!

Uncle Zhou felt a numbness on the back of his head, his eyes turned black, and he fainted in half a bucket...

Suddenly, a grain of grain and straw whiskers were stuffed with mouth and face.

"Oh, Captain, come quickly, come quickly, it's not good, something happened to Mr. Zhou!"

Everyone was shocked!

But no one reached out to help Uncle Zhou, who was planted in the mixing bucket, just jumped and shouted in the paddy fields, "Captain, come quickly! It's too late, but someone will die!"

Peng Zhikun originally stood by the threshing machine and handed the rice handle for Captain Liao.

Hearing the old men shouted, Peng Zhikun quickly threw down the rice handle in his hand, stepped on the deep water of his calf, and ran there!

Running while

Peng Zhikun asked in confusion, "How can something happen if you smash a rice with half a bucket? Tell me, what's going on?"

Although it is tiring to cut rice in farm work, it is not dangerous. If you are too big, you will get your hands cut by a sand sickle and scratch your feet by a field clam.

Like Uncle Zhou, he fell into a mixing bucket, his limbs were stiff, and he had spasms and convulsions from time to time...

This is too strange!

"Everyone get out of the way, don't surround him, let him get some breath."

Peng Zhikun pulled Mr. Zhou up and fanned him with a straw hat. He asked the surrounding melon-eating crowd, "Why did Mr. Zhou suddenly faint? Did he have heatstroke?"

Heat stroke?

"Yes, yes, it must be heatstroke!"
To be continued...