"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."

"Won't you take out the bottle of wine you have hidden in your home to celebrate?"

"Why are you celebrating? Let's wait until the collection is finished!"

"Just pick it. Who doesn't know that you took the cigarettes that you brought back last time?"

"What do you mean withholding it? That's the filial piety of other people's children!"

"Filial piety? After all, I'm still his cousin!"

"Yang Lao Yao, go ahead, you have no say in terms of seniority."

"Oh, you are starting to be unreasonable. Everyone, listen up. Old Yangtou is starting to act rogue again!"

There was laughter all around.

"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words."

A few people were joking again, but Mr. Yang didn't make any fuss. They had been friends for many years, and they had been through fire and wind together. Who didn't know who was still left behind after life and death?

Who has annoyed whom?

However, looking at the corn in front of him, Yang Xiaotao was once again on his mind.

"Hurry up!"

"After you're done, let's eat!"

Haha~~~

A week later, on the threshing floor, the corn was roasted by the sun and lost moisture rapidly, and the dried corn turned orange.

Everyone in Yangjiazhuang gathered around, and a large pile of corn was placed in front of them, and then everyone started kneading it with their hands.

The dried corn kernels become hard and fall off quickly under strong force.

After a while, everyone's legs and feet were drowned in corn.

After working like this for three days, many people in the village had their hands worn out, so they harvested all the corn. Taking advantage of the good weather, they walked on the threshing floor and dried it for two days before starting to pack it into bags and weigh it.

As night falls, the interest of everyone in Yangjiazhuang continues.

Yang Dazhuang stood under the only light bulb in the courtyard of the large team. Two strong men in front of him, one holding a wooden stick as thick as his arm, the other holding a wooden scale, the big iron weights in their hands seemed to sink.

There is also a wooden frame in front of the two people, which is fastened with ropes.

There were many people around inside and outside the courtyard, all waiting.

"Master!"

Yang Dazhuang glanced at Mr. Yang who was sitting at the table beside him. He had a pen and paper in his hand and was ready.

"Okay, everyone, let's go to the weigh-in!"

As Yang Dazhuang's voice fell, Yang Shitou and a young man next to him immediately lifted a bag of corn into the frame.

By the way, put the rope on the iron hook of the wooden scale.

The two men also inserted the wood into the steel ring and then put it on their shoulders.

"rise!"

As the two men shouted, the wooden scale pulled down the wooden frame and lifted it up, and then Yang Dazhuang pulled the weight aside.

Under the action of the lever, the wooden scale quickly balanced. After three breaths, the wooden frame was lowered. Yang Dazhuang just glanced at the bronze star on the scale, and a smile appeared on his face.

"165 pounds and 4 taels!"

"165!"

Roar~~~

When everyone heard this, they immediately shouted.

Mr. Yang on the side immediately wrote it down and just peeled it off in his mind.

The number under my hand changed to 160 pounds and 4 taels.

Even so, several old people watching the excitement were still mumbling.

"160, usually a bag is only over 150, these corn kernels are so honest!"

"Stop talking, there's more, there's more."

On the other side, there is another bag with a scale.

"172 pounds and 1 tael!"

"166 pounds and 8 taels!"

…

Sounds rang out one after another, and cheers continued to be heard throughout the compound. Mr. Yang's arms were shaking even more when he was recording. These numbers represented not only food, but also the lifeblood of the village.

Most of the night passed, but the noise in the courtyard still continued.

There have been five different people carrying the scales, and someone else has taken the records.

In the corner of the yard, a pile of corn bags was stacked so high that it was almost as high as the yard wall.

2. Outside, the enthusiastic people were still carrying bags of corn, waiting to be weighed.

The next day, early morning.

When the last bag of corn was weighed, everyone still gathered together and looked at the bag of corn that was gradually becoming clearer in the sun. It was tall and thick, and their hearts felt settled.

"Don't even call me, I'm going to sleep up there today!"

Yang Shitou couldn't help but lie down on the top bag, smelling the smell of corn in the air, patting here and there, and shouting to his companions.

"Leave one for me, I want to sleep too. Be at ease!"

"There are so many corns, it's the first time in my life that I've seen them."

"Waiter, go home and get some wine. We'll have dinner here today."

Everyone was excited and talked about anything.

But the common theme is that we have gained too much this time.
Chapter completed!