The half-hour journey was completed quickly. When Lang Mo and Alan came to Uncle Zhang's rice fields, there were already more than a dozen people, including young men and women, eleven or twelve-year-old children and elderly people, who were working hard. Harvesting rice is actually very simple, just cut off the rice ears and then throw off the grains on the rice ears. If there is a harvester in a large farm, it is a one-stop service and does not require too much energy. But the harvester is not available everywhere. In rural areas, threshing machines are generally used to throw grains. This threshing machine looks like a boat, and is used as a large roller to shake off the grains on the rice ears. The gears are gears installed on both sides of the roller, and the rotation of the gears depends on manpower. It uses a thick wooden board to steer it with one foot to transmit power. It is a very laborious physical work, commonly known as the "grain threshing machine" in rural areas.

In the rice fields, two young men stepped on the threshing machine in front of the threshing machine, like a motor installed, and kept taking the rice ears handed over by women and children, and putting them into the threshing machine to make the grains fall off. Alan naturally went to cut the rice ears, but Lang Mo didn't know how to do other work, but he was able to do the physical work that was not brain-using to the threshing machine. So he took the young man, imitating others' appearance, and also stepped on the threshing machine quickly. Several farmers praised him when they saw it, "Principal Lang, I really can't see it, so powerful! Not bad, not bad!"

At first, Lang Mo found it fun, but soon, he felt that the feet of the threshing machine began to feel sore. What's even more terrible is that the broken rice ears and the burrs on the rice ears rushed towards each other without any brains, making his whole body itchy and very uncomfortable. As time went by, the sun became stronger and stronger, and the rice fields suddenly became like steamers, so hot that they couldn't breathe.

The beads of sweat suddenly wet Lang Mo's whole body. He looked up at the others, and they were already sweating profusely and wet, as if they were fished out of water. But their faces showed a happy smile and they were doing their work. After all, this was a season of harvest. Seeing this scene, he was embarrassed to rest, so he had to bury his head and step on the threshing machine like an old cow.

One morning passed quickly and it was time to have lunch. But to Lang Molai, his right foot, which seemed to be numb, was called "tired". The lunch was carried by Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang from home in two wooden barrels. Aunt Zhang followed behind, carrying a load of water. The place for eating was under the big tree beside the rice field. Uncle Zhang, a hunchbacked old man, first divided the food one by one, and then shouted: "It's time to eat!" Lunch began like this.

Although it was a simple meal, Lang Mo, who was sitting under the cool tree for a whole morning, still had a relish. While eating, he glanced at Alan. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Alan sat far away, as if avoiding Lang Mo. 'Is she frightened by the small episode in the morning?' Lang Mo was thinking. Uncle Zhang smiled and picked up food for him. While picking out some meat from the bucket and putting it into Lang Mo's bowl, he said, "Principal Lang, thank you so much! I didn't expect you to come here to help me, the old man on the first day. I'm really moved. Come and eat more and eat more, don't be polite." Lang Mo was embarrassed by Uncle Zhang's enthusiasm and said, 'Uncle, you are too polite. I stay in school and have nothing to do. Why not come and exercise and experience rural life, that's not a bad thing."

Aunt Zhang, who was adding water to everyone next to him, said, "Look, what a good guy, how good it would be if Alan could find such a husband!" Lang Mo felt a little stuttered when he heard this. Could it be that Alan was not married? No, she looks less than thirty years old and twenty-eight. After hearing this, Alan said awkwardly: "Auntie, look at you!" Aunt Zhang said, "Oh, daughter, don't be surprised. I'm talking too much, I should slap my mouth." After that, he glanced at Lang Mo intentionally, and the other adults smiled happily when they saw it.

After dinner, because the sun was too strong at noon, everyone had about two hours of rest under the tree. Everyone was very tired and didn't want to chat, so they each rested. Seeing that Alan had been ignoring him, Langmo had to lie on the ground alone and prepare to have a good sleep. He was also very tired. At this moment, a little girl with two small braids came to him and asked, "Are you the new principal of the Big Bad Wolf in our school?" Langmo saw that the girl was the little guy who worked with them, named Yingzi

With a round little face, he was a very cute little girl. Lang Mo laughed and said, "Yingzi, I'm not the principal of Big Bad Wolf. My name is Principal Lang!" "Principal Wolf? What's the difference between it and Big Bad Wolf? Are they both wolves?" When everyone was recuperating, they laughed again. Lang Mo heard it and touched the back of his head, because this question was not easy to explain. But Alan suddenly said, "Yingzi, yes, he is Principal Big Bad Wolf. From now on, you will call your principal like this." Lang Mo couldn't laugh and cry when he heard it.

In the afternoon, he naturally continued to work. By the time the work was finished, it was almost seven o'clock. After the rice was harvested, he had to carry the grains back to the village and then dry them. A load of millet was about 100 kilograms. For the big man Langmo, he naturally had to carry millet. A shoulder pole and two rice baskets filled with rice baskets. When Langmo just carried his shoulders, he didn't feel that it was too heavy. However, the rice fields were several miles away from the village. After walking less than half of the journey, he felt unbearable. His feet were heavy, like a fillet of lead, and his shoulders were hot, and more like a fire. He really felt strange, why those short women could carry a load of millet, one by one, one by one, and one by one, running like a Donald duck, slowly falling behind. This was simply a shame for men.

As soon as Langmo fell behind, Alan had no choice but to accompany him to the village. Alan was in front and Langmo was behind. Looking at Alan's twisting buttocks, although Langmo was so tired that he grinned his teeth and felt so painful that he was blowing cold air, his heart was full of lust and thoughtfulness. Alan asked while walking, "Do you want to take a break?" "No!" "Don't show off!"

"Don't worry, I promise to carry the grain back to the village." Langmo gritted his teeth while answering. Now he felt that the strength of his feet should not be a problem, but the shoulder was really uncomfortable with the shoulder being pressed by the shoulder pole. But he was embarrassed to say that he would stop and rest, otherwise it would be too embarrassing. The only way was to keep changing the shoulder pole between the left and right shoulders.

Finally, Langmo carried a load of millet back to the village drying ground. He put the load on his side, and he seemed to be unloading a mountain of Tai. He stood on the ground, inserted his waist, and gasped like a broken bellows. Seeing this, Alan laughed strangely while shook his head. Langmo had no choice but to make a face.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening after dinner at Uncle Zhang's house. Everyone dispersed and returned to their own home. Uncle Zhang's house was at the entrance of the village. To count, Langmo lived the farthest. He was at the end of the village. Everyone went home together. When they arrived at the middle part of the village, only Alan and Langmo were left. The others had already arrived at home on the road ahead.

People in the countryside get up early and go to bed early. If it weren't for the busy farming season, maybe many people would have gone to bed. When Langmo and Alan came to the door of Xiaoyun Restaurant, although the lights were still on in the houses of some villagers, there were no one on the village streets. Alan: "I'm here, I'm tired today, so you go back early to rest. Tomorrow, I'll go to Uncle Zhang, are you still going?" Langmo smiled and said, 'Go, of course!" "By the way, remember to take a hot bath when you go back, otherwise it will be difficult to recover your energy." "Okay, I understand." Langmo was a little reluctant to go to school. Because he wanted to sit in the restaurant for a while. Before he took a few steps, Alan suddenly said, "Wait, I'll go to school with you." After that, he went into the restaurant and picked up Langmo's shoes.
Chapter completed!