Thank you for all the names I named have been used. The wind and sand between my fingers, I am a literary youth, a fisherman in the South China Sea. I have developed monthly tickets and rewards for friends who are raining. In the new month, I will strive to get a full attendance award. I wish my friends happiness every day..././

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"Haha, that's not thin, it's solid." Qin Lianfang smiled and said, "My aunt's body looks even harder."

"Oh, I'm old, I didn't see that my hair has turned a lot whiter." Akita Niang enthusiastically brought a bench for Qin Lianfang and said, "Wait, I'll pour you water and fan, and see that you're so hot that you sweat."

"Aunt, don't be busy-" Qin Lianfang had no time to stop him, and Aritian Niang turned around and entered the house.

The weather was really hot, Qin Lianfang's face was blushing, and sweat soaked her hair on her temples. She took off her straw hat, squirted the wind, and said to Zijuan with a smile: "Zijuan, what kind of flower are you holding? It's so beautiful!"

Zijuan frowned lightly, and looked at Qin Lianfang with her head tilted. Qin Lianfang found that Zijuan's original agile gaze was now covered with a layer of confusion and hazy. She looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked into the room without saying a word.

Aritian Niang walked out with water and a fan, glanced at Zijuan's back, and handed the water and fan to Qin Lianfang.

"Zijuan, she——" Qin Lianfang asked, wanting to speak, but stopping.

Arida Niang shook her head gently and whispered: "Don't talk about her, we have to speak loudly. She is very suspicious!"

Qin Lianfang smiled helplessly and said, "Brother Meng, I'm here to find him and want to discuss something with him."

"He is so busy all day long." Akita Niang said with some complaints: "I went into the mountain two days ago. I said I would be back in three or four days. You finally came, so I stayed there and be a companion with me."

"That's it!" Qin Lianfang lowered her head and said nothing, feeling very disappointed. It was impossible to stay here. She was very busy at work, but she didn't have that leisure time.

At this time, Xiao Man came back jumping back, followed by a white dog. She entered the yard and greeted Qin Lianfang. Qin Lianfang took her hand and kissed her face, and loved her so much.

"Look at this time. It's time to cook." Aritian Niang smiled and stood up. "Miss Qin, please sit down. This meal will take a while. Qiangzi and his friends dug the mud pond yesterday, and the fish and shrimp they caught were still in large pots to let you taste fresh."

"Aunt, don't be busy. Just have hot water. I'm bringing dry food!" Qin Lianfang quickly pushed and gave in.

"What's the matter? Just sit down!" Arida Niang turned around and entered the house.

After a while, Zijuan waved through the window and called her playmate Xiao Man in. Qin Lianfang was the only one left in the yard.

Qin Lianfang thought about it, took out the notebook from her bag, took off the pen, and wrote it bit by bit. Since she couldn't wait for Meng Youtian to come back, she would leave a note and briefly talk about what she was going to discuss. He might come to Shili Village to find him!

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Many times, people's beautiful imagination may not be realized. Perhaps God deliberately did it to show that he is the master of fate. Qin Lianfang wanted to meet Meng Youtian, but she was in vain. When she returned to Shili Village, the district came down to inform the village cadres that they wanted to mobilize the people to demolish the city walls and organize the wheat harvesting work.

Tasks, tasks, and then the war years will always make people busy and not have time to spare. Qin Lianfang immediately devoted himself to these two most important tasks and temporarily put aside the few things he had to talk to Meng Youtian.

Meng Youtian was also busy. When he came back from the mountain, he started to compete for wheat in autumn and had to go out to participate in the demolition of the city. Although Tumen Village had a small population and the district did not send many business trips, Meng Youtian felt that the thick blue bricks were very useful. There were not many lands in Tumen Village that planted wheat, so he sent a few more people, plus two mule carts.

The wheat harvesting work is short and tense in normal times. What I am afraid of is not just a strong wind, the wheat will lie in the ground, and the wheat grains will become moldy for a few days. I also worry that it will not be able to clean up the ground, which will delay the planting of the late field.

For three days, Meng Youtian got up when the chickens were chirping and gathered outside the village with sickles. They wore ragged clothes, wore straw hats, and harvested them in the ground against the crescent moon drooping in the sky. When the sun came out, three big trucks began to run on the avenue outside the village, shaking their whips. Three forks shone in the sunlight, loading the wheat onto a large truck and transporting it to the village.

On the threshing field in the village, Axiu led a women's team to scatter wheat ears. He turned over the flat several times. When he was up, he brought the animals and put them on a big roller. The whip was waving, the animals ran away, and the rollers jumped. They picked up the branches, picked up the straw, pulled up the push board, piled up the wheat grains. He then raised the dustpan, fanned the carriage, and then filled the wheat with his pocket.

Arita Niang and a few elderly women cooked, boiled water, and took care of the children. At noon, Axiu and others carried the rice to the fields with clay pots and thatched baskets.

Busy and orderly, the whole village performs its own duties, showing the power of coordination and unity. In two days, there were tall wheat straw stacks with silver light and fragrance appearing in the middle of the courtyard for several nights.

When the wheat is drying, the weather is burning and hot during the day. At night, the sky is clear, the stars are dense, and the wind is cool. After three days of busyness, the flat and bright wheat threshing farm has become a resting place for villagers tonight in summer. After eating night meals, people come with small wooden stools or small puddings made of new wheat straw. In the cool breeze, they recover their fatigue during the day while experiencing the joy of harvest.

This is a happy time for the whole village. When the neighbors were talking, the women washed the pots and dishes, hung the door, and ran over. They held the children in one hand and pulled the wide straw mat with the other, gathered together, chatting and chatting about family matters. The older children were running and playing wildly, while the younger children were lying in their mother's arms, and the women were slapped and humming. When the child was sleeping soundly, they put him on the straw mat.

The little pipe was red and dark, and smoke was floating out. Meng Youtian, Qiangzi and others sat together, chatting about their future arrangements. On the outside, Meng Youtian looked confident and calm, but in fact he was more tired and nervous than others. Of course, others didn't know that in a few days, as soon as the Battle of Wuhan ended, the Japanese's attention and troops would turn to the occupied areas, and frequent sweeping and fighting would break this rare comfort.

"The pond will be dug in a few days. When the wheat is sown in autumn, we will be able to have a leisurely life." Qiangzi touched his beard and looked forward to it, "Go to the mountains to hunt, and then go to the market. During the Chinese New Year, you can eat a meatball and bite the dumplings full of oil!"

Meng Youtian smiled faintly, unable to bear to say depressed words, pouring cold water on the happy atmosphere. This winter, it may be even colder!

"Be prepared more charcoal, and the tunnel will expand, we may not have so much leisure time." An Meng has become a member of Tumen Village. After the battle in Shili Village, he was accepted by everyone. He formed a family with Wang Cui, who jumped out of the Li family, and moved here together.

"Brother An is right. The leisure time of these years has been disturbed by the Japanese." Meng Youtian smiled and said, "How hard we have to work hard, we can only take a break from our busy schedule, and we dare not relax completely."

"Oh, I can't think too much about this year. I can't sleep even if I think too much!" Zhan Fuba said with his cigarette puff and shook his head, "We have the luxury of the fields, live in a spacious place, and have enough food. If you can have fun for a day, be happy for a day!"

"Hey, where is your father?" The Situozi was playing with Dayong and eating a baby on the ground. The sky was getting darker and he couldn't see clearly. So he stood up, kicked a few small stones away, and asked, "I said why are you so quiet today? It turns out that you have no storytellers."

"My father went to drink with Uncle Wang and Yuan Bo." Zhan Fu knocked on the tobacco pot and said, "My father was reluctant to throw away the bad sweet potatoes and bad yams last year, and they all made wine."

Meng Youtian couldn't help but give out his thumbs up. The wisdom and skills of the people are really useless. All waste can be turned into treasures.

"I feel sleepy when I'm idle. Why don't you say something about Youtian? Or should I get you a huqin?" Dayong looked at Meng Youtian expectantly.

"I don't know how to talk about books unless I follow them." Meng Youtian waved his hand quickly.

"It's done as I read it, who will go to my house to get the books and the lamp." Qiangzi smiled and looked around.

Meng Youtian was still waiting to be pushed back. When he turned around, he saw Gu Yu wearing a Japanese gas mask he had seized before. Because he was scared by Xiao Man, he was chasing him and running over.

"Don't be so troublesome, let's talk about something ready-made!" Meng Youtian had a sudden idea, smiled and grabbed Gu Yu, reached out to take off the gas mask, and said, "Where did you guys get this trick? You deserve to be beaten."

Xiao Man ran and her face turned red. She stepped forward and beat Guyu with her little fist to hate her, "I will scare you and beat you to death."

"Okay, stop beating, let's listen to Aotian telling stories." Qiangzi smiled and pulled Xiao Man away. Gu Yu was rough and thick-skinned, but he stuck out his tongue indifferently.

"Arita is telling a story, everyone gathered around." Dayong spoke loudly.

Listening to the book, Changzhi, watching plays and being confused, the cultural life in the countryside has always been irritable, or basically no. Although Zhanfu's father is not a professional, everyone is still willing to listen to it. There are no programs today, and they all find it boring. When they hear Meng Youtian want to tell stories, they gathered around happily.

Seeing that everyone was approaching, Meng Youtian raised the gas mask in his hand and said with a smile: "Do you guys know what this is? Look--" As he said that, he put on the gas mask and turned his head around, shaking the filter cartridge in the shape of a pig's mouth, making a humming sound.

Hahahaha, everyone couldn't help laughing. Xiao Man clapped her hands and said, "Brother Arita has become Zhu Bajie!"

Meng Youtian took off his gas mask and said with a smile: "It's true. This thing is made based on the characteristics of pigs. It is a anti-toxic gas game. I will explain the reasons for this in detail..." (Your support from this site.com is my greatest motivation.)

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