The sun turned from bright to red, and lazily moved to the west. The students packed their luggage and embarked on the way home. This was really a hike different from the past. Looking back at Shili Village and looking at the back of the Nanshan Mountain, there was still a feeling of unsatisfactoryness.

"I really regret meeting too late. You, alas, buried." Yang Jingyun was a little reluctant and a little regretful.

"If you can bury something, you can just say something wrong. It's better to stay in the village honestly." Meng Youtian said with a smile: "I still know myself."

"If the Sino-Japanese War breaks out, I'm afraid this remote mountain village will not be peaceful. Brother Meng, do you have any other plans?" Yang Jingyun nodded and asked casually.

"We have to eat enough to fight. Some people have to fight, and some people have to supply food and grass to make ammunition." Meng Youtian said: "I can only do things within my ability, and I have contributed to the fight against Japan."

"Before the troops move, food and grass will come first, and Brother Meng's words make sense." Yang Jingyun agreed: "Just say that this anti-Japanese propaganda is also doing its best. People do their best and things do their best. Anti-Japanese may not necessarily have to swing a gun. As long as everyone does their part, it will be the greatest support for the fight against Japan."

Meng Youtian nodded with a smile, suddenly slapped his head, remembering something, and said, "Hey, I saw your performance just now, it was great, but I always felt that something was missing. Now I remembered it."

"Oh, let's talk about it quickly. We don't have much experience, we just want to hear different opinions." Yang Jingyun looked at Meng Youtian expectantly.

"That's right, I feel that you should have a few 'child care's' in the performance." Meng Youtian saw Yang Jingyun's puzzled expression and quickly explained: "It's just to choose some people to pretend to be the audience, shout slogans in the crowd, to stimulate the audience's emotions and set off a warm atmosphere. In addition, the principle of anti-Japanese war is as simple as possible. It is best to combine the benefits of anti-Japanese with the interests of the people. Only when it comes to their own interests will everyone be enthusiastic! Well, my opinion is for reference only."

Yang Jingyun pondered for a moment, patted her hands gently, and said, "It makes sense. The people's cultural level and ideological awareness are not as good as those of these students. Some of our propaganda are indeed too profound and too literary. It's great. The opinions put forward by Brother Meng are so helpful to us."

"Haha, you are modest." Meng Youtian smiled and reached out to make a gesture of invitation, "Teacher Yang, it's time for you to get on the bus, the students are waiting. When they return to the county, it's probably dark.

"Okay, then I'll leave." Yang Jingyun stepped forward and shook hands with Meng Youtian. He held it tightly. It can be seen that he really liked Meng Youtian very much. "Thank you for your hospitality, we will have a date later."

"There will be a date later, goodbye." Meng Youtian stood beside the road and waved his hand to say goodbye to the teachers and students.

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In the fields, the wheat waves are rolling and the ground is golden. As the saying goes, "Harve the wheat and harvest slowly and harvest the autumn", which means that once the harvest period approaches, the wheat will mature very quickly. The ripe wheat must be harvested into the warehouse in a short time, otherwise the ripe wheat will drop its grains into the ground, causing yield reduction or loss. During the wheat harvest season, every day, food, drink, defecation and scattering are in the ground, and some people will bring water and food. In addition, for fear of rain, this is also called "longkou robbery of grain", which means racing against time with rainy days.

"Look down, bend down, and open the sickle!" With the confidence shouting, Meng Youtian wore a straw hat, waved his shiny sickle, and flew his sword in the fields to break through, and wheat grabbed it in his hands and fell to the ground.

Using a sickle to cut wheat by hand is an endurance job. Holding a sickle, bent down, and not straightening your waist for a long time. The wheat has wheat poison, and the wheat turtle makes the hands and arms itchy for several days. On hot days, you have to wear thick clothes. Cutting the wheat for a day is sore and your legs hurt, and your arms and waist are black. Moreover, Meng Youtian uses the technique of keeping high stubble and returning wheat straw to the fields. Corn has been planted ten to fifteen days before the wheat harvest, and the seedlings have emerged at this time, so the feet must be more accurate.

This year, due to the soil fertilizer made by Meng Youtian, Mr. Song’s winter wheat not only grew well, but also ripened five or six days earlier than others. From time to time, villagers who worked passed by the land, smacked their lips in envy, and chatted with the farmers in the fields.

Several members of the cooperation group have long been so happy that they can't stop talking, and their hands are not idle. The bundles of wheat are tied firmly and stand upright in the fields. Don't underestimate this trick. A rope is tied firmly on the eaves and walls, and sent to the wheat field. Once the rope is pulled, it will be a technical job.

"Why didn't you say anything when you open the sickle today?" A loud voice came, and Meng Youtian could hear that it was Zhan Fu without looking up.

Meng Youtian smiled and raised his head and greeted, "Just this little bit, why don't you bother others ()."

"Hey, you guys are such a good guy!" Zhan Fu raised his chin at Meng Youtian in the field, walked to the field, shook his sickle, "I'll come to help you harvest wheat too. Looking at this field makes people jealous."

"You'd better tie it up. We're cutting wheat is different from usual." Meng Youtian smiled and said, "You should keep the poles and return them to the fields as fertilizer, and be careful of the corn seedlings."

"This is your idea?" Zhan Fu looked carefully and smiled, "Brother Youtian, you do everything well. He is even more good at serving the crops. He used the fertilizer you mentioned, and the crops in the field grow fast and well, and three acres of thin land can produce the amount of water to irrigate the land."

As he was speaking, a few more people came from afar, including Feng Yi and his wife, Shuanglian, Youxin, Mancang and others, all of whom had helped Meng Youtian, or had a good relationship with Meng Youtian. This is the case with the poor. Those who feel that they owe favors will always make every effort to compensate, otherwise they will feel sorry for it.

"Youtian, we're here to help you cut wheat." When he walked to the ground, Shuanglian waved the sickle in his hand and said loudly.

"I won't be working for my boss today?" Meng Youtian asked strangely.

"What kind of work? No one is missing, who is still stupid?" Youxin replied with a smile.

"You guys." Meng Youtian cursed with a smile, walked over, and carefully explained the precautions for harvesting. Several strong boys were joking and lined up in a row and cut them from the ground.

"Sister-in-law, you should go home!" Meng Youtian said with a smile: "There are so many strong guys who still use women's homes to contribute their efforts?"

Seeing that Feng Yi's wife was not moving, Meng Youtian turned to Feng Yi and said loudly: "Brother Yi, let my sister-in-law go home. We can speak openly. It's not convenient to have my sister-in-law here!"

Feng Yi scratched his head, waved his hand at his wife, and said, "You go home and help our mother with work. We will finish this little bit in a while."

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