When Sichen's tractor drove outside the Zhaojiayuan Village Collective, the broadcast just stopped.

Village chief Zhao San, leaning on a cane, walked out of the broadcast room with weatherman Wen Hai and smoked:

"Literary cadre, thank you for your hard work. You go to our village every year, and you are exposed to the wind and the sun."

"It's not hard work, just serve the people." Wen Hai took the cigarette and said:

"Zhaojiayuan is a model village for collecting grain in the county. The county leaders attach great importance to it and told me to do the work assigned by the organization well."

Zhao Sanku laughed loudly, struck a match, and lit a cigarette for the other party, feeling worried about getting angry.

Every year, the wheat harvest in Zhaojiayuan basically starts in mid-June and ends in almost half a month.

This year, due to continuous rain, it didn’t clear up until yesterday. However, today is already the 26th!

Normally, at this time, most of the villagers' wheat has begun to be dried.

This year, the wheat harvest is too late!

Once the weather is clear, the wheat will mature faster, and the wheat will not wait for anyone. If it is not harvested, the grains will fall.

This is what farmers fear most!

After a year of hard work planting wheat, it turned out that it was overripe and fell into the ground.

Gathering grains of wheat? That’s a joke!

Wen Hai also said that a typhoon will pass through in the next week and there will be widespread rainfall from the south. Isn’t this going to kill people!

Zhao San frowned, feeling that he was going to lose his hat this year.

Amidst the roar of the tractor, Si Chen stopped at the village collective and shouted happily from afar: "Uncle Zhao!"

Zhao San's eyes lit up and he quickly said hello:

"Ah! Si Chen? There are so few visitors!"

Zhao San had already found out clearly that Si Chen's aunts and uncles all held important positions and were considered to be among the top "prominent families" in Yuanmeng County.

Zhao San was determined to climb up the ladder and wanted to have a relationship with Si Chen.

Zhao Cheng is his nephew and Zhao Yi is his son. When these two went to thank Si Chen, it was actually Zhao San who gave them the instructions.

He is paving the way for his children and grandchildren.

Sichen's tractor turned off and walked this way, and he joked:

"Third uncle, you have been straining your muscles and bones for a hundred days. You won't have to go to the fields to harvest wheat this year, so you will enjoy the blessing."

Zhao San, leaning on a cane, jumped up and down to greet him, fuming and laughing at himself:

"As the old saying goes, men are afraid of cutting the wheat, and women are afraid of having children. I'm just too lazy to cut the wheat."

After saying that, the three of them burst into laughter, and Zhao San felt very bitter in his heart.

"Si Chen, let me introduce to you Wen Hai, the cadre of the county meteorological bureau."

"Hello, Officer Wen." Si Chen greeted seriously.

Wen Hai held a cigarette between his fingers, pointed at him, and laughed and cursed:

"You brat, call me uncle!"

After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed.

"You... know each other?" Zhao San was a little surprised.

"cadre Wen and my seventh uncle are cousins." Si Chen chuckled.

He remembered that Wen Hai in his previous life was dismissed from his post due to the catastrophic disaster in Zhaojiayuan this year and was investigated for dereliction of duty.

At the millennium, Si Chen came back to pay homage to his grandma.

Wen Hai, who is no longer a public servant, relied on his self-taught suona skills to join the suona team for weddings and weddings.

He followed the team and traveled to various villages and towns in Yuanmeng County to perform.

With the development of the times, the suona is no longer used for weddings and weddings. Wen Hai was also quite poor in his later years.

What a good public official, alas!

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Si Chen got to the point:

"Third uncle, I'm here to harvest wheat for you in Zhaojiayuan."

"What?" Zhao San's eyes twitched. The eldest nephew of a cadre's family is here to experience life?

"Look, I brought a full set of agricultural machinery and equipment today." Si Chen said, leading people to the tractor Douzi:

"Here, do you see this? A harvester can harvest at least 15 acres of land in an hour."

Zhao San's eyes suddenly widened: "What a god! Are you bragging?"

"That's not possible. I'm serious. I can harvest 18-20 acres of wheat fields like yours in Zhaojiayuan in an hour!"

Zhao San was so excited: "If someone is really so awesome, he's afraid of the typhoon 'baleen whale'!"

"Uncle, look at this again, the threshing machine." Si Chen introduced it again.

"Si Chen, you are a good boy!" Wen Hai was so excited:

"This thing, when I went to the provincial capital to study last year, it was popularized in many villages there."

Zhao San's eyes widened with excitement: "Si Chen, hurry up, drive out and let Third Uncle open his eyes!"

"Okay!" Si Chen took a long drag on his cigarette, threw it on the ground, crushed it with his kick, and started the tractor.

Zhao San's family has nine members. He, his wife, three sons, two daughters-in-law, a little daughter, and an eldest grandson all have fields to their names!

Therefore, his family's apparent 18 acres of land is actually more.

He is the village chief. When the fields are divided and measured, his field is slightly larger.

After all, measuring acres of land requires manual pulling of ropes, which is not that accurate.

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Zhao Sanjia's field is not far away, and we drove there very quickly.

He was injured and couldn't get off the ground.

At this moment, his three sons and two daughters-in-law were all bent over, cutting wheat in the wheat field.

The ten-year-old daughter is raising her nephew at home, and his wife is carrying a basket to bring breakfast to the children.

When rural people are busy farming, they go to the fields at dawn, and breakfast is usually prepared by the mother or daughter-in-law and brought to the fields.

Aunt Zhao was a warm and decent person. When she saw Si Chen, she called him to come down for dinner.

"Thank you, third aunt, I've eaten!" Si Chen grinned and said:

"Hurry up and call your brothers and sister-in-law to eat. I'm just in time to harvest the wheat."

Everyone:!!!

Zhao Yi jumped up to the field ridge in twos and twos, with two neat rows of big white teeth on his tanned face:

"Brother Chen, why are you here?"

"I'm harvesting wheat for your family. Take a look. Is this harvester majestic with its mechanical muscles?"

"That must be majestic!" Zhao Yi was very excited.

Men, who doesn’t like mechanical muscles?

When a boy was young, he couldn't move when he saw any construction vehicles, such as excavators, bulldozers, cranes, concrete mixers, etc.

If you dare to take it to the toy section, he will lie on the floor and cry and won't go out. He will never compromise if he doesn't buy it.

"Brother, help me!" Si Chen jumped out of the car and motioned for Zhao Yi to lift the harvester down with him.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yi's eldest brother and his third brother also hurried forward to help.

After the harvester was installed, Si Chen waved his hand and everyone got out of the way.

Zhao Cheng's family's field was right next door. He saw Si Chen from a distance and ran over quickly.

"Brother Chen! I looked at you from a distance, but I didn't expect that it was really you!"

Zhao Cheng held a steamed bun in one hand and a green onion in the other, one bite after another.

"It's me!" Si Chen chuckled, took out the toad glasses hanging in his shirt pocket and put them on.

These were the sunglasses he bought at a high price when he was a second-rate boy, just to show off.

Today, it’s about protecting your eyes.

Wheat fields under the scorching sun are no less harmful to the eyes than snow, especially when Si Chen wants to harvest Zhao Jiayuan!

The engine roared, and the harvester rushed into the wheat field like a mechanical beast.

No one will love Si Chen's posture and sunglasses!

The people who were eating steamed buns from vegetable bowls were stunned for a while, and Zhao Cheng said:
To be continued...