In the bowls of the five women's soldiers, there are fried potato sticks and eggs.

A special pasta in Yuanmeng County and even nearby counties and cities.

The method is very simple. Coat the vegetables in flour, stir evenly, sprinkle with fine salt, chili powder, and pepper powder, and steam them in a pot.

It can also be fried or fried with eggs, which is the most common one.

There are many types of vegetables that can be wrapped, such as potatoes, beans, carrots, etc., they can be shredded or diced.

In the poor years, wild vegetables, such as Sophora japonica and Yuqianhua, were basically wrapped in cornmeal.

The way Si Chen's family eats today is quite luxurious, with potato chips wrapped in white flour and scrambled eggs.

It has been many, many years since Si Chen had eaten anything cooked by his family.

"Quick, quick, quick, I'm starving to death!" Si Chen jumped off the tractor and went straight to the small stove set up in the yard.

In summer, almost every household sets up a stove in the yard to cook.

Mrs. Si walked over first, her sharp eyes moving from the tractor to the harvester and then to the thresher.

Several other people were holding bowls and eating rice while looking at it curiously.

It seems that the three machines are the perfect meal in the bowl.

"Lotte, what is this that your brother brought back? A metal blower? A five-blade iron guillotine?" Si Xiaoxiao said bluntly.

"That's not possible. My brother is not the kind of person who spends money without making any noise. This thing is destined to be able to make noise." After Si Letian finished speaking, he took a bite out of it.

Si Chen came over while holding a bowl and devouring his food.

But listen, his grandma said coolly: "I borrowed a lot of money from your sixth aunt, right?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Si Chen was digging for food and couldn't care less, so he could only nod casually.

It's not rotten in the mouth, soft and chewy, with the greasy texture of potatoes, the chewy texture of flour, plus the fragrant scrambled eggs and slightly spicy seasonings.

Siha, so greedy that Sichen only focused on eating!

Mrs. Si asked again: "How much?"

Si Chen raised two fingers.

"Two thousand?" Mrs. Si thought, it's not bad, it's not very expensive.

"That's impossible!" Si Xiaoxiao exposed it on the spot: "When our village collective bought the tractor a few years ago, it cost more than 6,000!"

Mrs. Si choked and slowly looked at Si Chen. A ridiculous but seemingly real amount of money appeared:

"Twenty thousand?"

"Uh-huh!"

Mrs. Si:!!!

She wants to take off her shoes! Her hands are itchy!!

He's just a bastard, he's not afraid of anything, how dare he borrow 20,000 yuan?

The most important thing is, what do you get after you buy it?

However, Mrs. Si didn't show it. At this special time, she couldn't hold Si Chen back and make the family panic.

"Twenty thousand is just twenty thousand. It's not like our family has never seen big money before." Mrs. Si took a bite of rice and said in shock:

"Si Chen, what exactly is this thing on the bucket?"

Si Chen, who had finished a good bowl of food in Feng Zhuan Can Yun, finally had a free mouth to speak:

"Harvester, thresher."

After saying that, he walked to the iron pot again and added a bowl for himself.

The rice bowls these days are not the kind where you eat rice as big as your fist, but as big as a child’s head!

Enamel bowls, also commonly known as foreign porcelain bowls, are ginger-yellow, very light, large, and will not break.

"Harvester? Wheat harvester?" Mrs. Si stretched her neck and looked around, and said:

"Where's the thresher?"

"The wheat thresher." Si Chen came over and said:

"Put the wheat in through this opening, and it will spit out wheat straw. From the other opening, it will spit out wheat. Take a snakeskin bag to catch it, and everything will be fine!"

"Hey, this saves trouble!" Mrs. Si is a person who is willing to innovate:

"It's time to finish eating. Let's harvest the few acres of land we have."

"Yeah!" Si Chen had this intention. He had to practice his skills in his own field.

The group of people were extremely curious. After finishing their meal, Mrs. Si assigned:

"Letian, go deliver food to your sister-in-law and bring your second aunt back."

"Oh, yes, your brother has to rush to harvest wheat. You stay in the hospital tonight to accompany your sister-in-law."

"Okay!" Si Letian readily agreed.

Si Xianglan carried the bamboo basket containing the rice bowl, sat in the back seat of Si Letian's car, and the two set off.

There are two rice pots in the bamboo basket. In one, there is an old hen stewed specially for Yan Lixia, and in the other, there are meat buns made with preference.

After the meal, everyone unloaded the thresher and oil drums.

Si Chen drove the threshing machine and took his grandma to his wheat field.

Sijia Village is a small village on the edge of the county seat, with not even 200 households.

The population is less than a thousand people, and there is relatively little arable land.

According to the farmland allocation policy of Sijia Village, each household is entitled to one acre of land per person.

However, not all cultivated land is planted with wheat. About 70% of the cultivated land is planted with wheat.

In addition, everyone has been building houses in the past few years, and they are basically built on their own farmland.

Sichen's family originally had 11 acres of farmland, but after the aunts got married, the village collective gradually took back some of it.

Now, he is the only one left in his family, along with Yan Lixia, grandma, Wan Hong, Si Letian and Si Ruhua, who all have fields in their names.

The two children have not yet registered as household registration, and they have no land.

These days, children will not be stuck in time asking you to register for household registration.

Therefore, the Sichen family now only has six acres of land, and those who grow wheat only have five acres.

When Si Chen and his grandson arrived at the wheat field, the setting sun had completely disappeared from the western mountains, and there was not even a trace of crimson left on the horizon.

Si Jianhua was smoking by the field bank. When he saw this, he was curious:

"Hey, Si Chen, what kind of machine is this?"

He said hello to Mrs. Si, and handed Si Chen a cigarette, a pack of ordinary Yan'an cigarettes worth 2 yuan.

Si Chen took it, put it on his ear, and smiled:

"Harvester, Uncle Jianhua, could you please give me a hand?"

"Okay!" Si Jianhua helped lift the harvester to the front of the tractor.

This harvester must rely on a tractor to work.

Si Chen followed the instructions, quickly installed it and got in the car.

On the head of the red tractor is a black iron-colored harvester, with five side-by-side harvesting knives rotating like gears.

Si Jianhua was very curious, his eyes widened, and he followed the movement of the harvester.

Si Chen turned the steering wheel and started harvesting from the right side of his wheat field.

Wherever he passed, the wheat was harvested and fell to the right in a neat row.

Mrs. Si smiled cheerfully, holding a four-tooth hollow iron fork in her hand, and followed behind the tractor, collecting the wheat and placing it neatly into stacks.

Si Jianhua even forgot to flick the ashes from his cigarette.

After regaining consciousness, he quickly took off another four-tine fork from the tractor bucket and helped save the wheat.

Si Chen was a little unskilled at first, and the wheat straw he cut was a bit high.

This is actually not good. If too much straw is left in the ground, it will not be conducive to planting in the next season.

Moreover, when the straw is taken back, it is a very good kindling and soft firewood.

The pigs, sheep, and cows raised at home also need straw in their sheds.

Sichen adjusted the height of the harvester in time, and harvesting went smoothly all the way.

Five acres of land was harvested in 20 minutes even though he was unskilled.

If you are skilled, you can harvest 18-20 acres in one hour, which is no problem.

At this moment, more and more villagers gathered on the edge of the field, attracted by the roar of diesel engines and the strange harvester.
To be continued...