"Then I have to help you, so I can take care of you when the time comes."

"Just wait, I'll go to Third Aunt's place and ask for one."

"It's all Si Zhu's fault. He asked for the formula and threw it into the fire. Otherwise, it would be so troublesome to use it."

The aunt went out chatteringly. Yi Zhonghai sat next to her, holding a glass of water and sipping, but her eyes were directed at Qin Huairu who was washing clothes outside.

...

Butler Zhuangzi.

The sun was shining high, and the blazing sunshine baked the earth, making the farmers who were working hard to harvest smile with joy despite the sweat on their faces.

Such good weather is rare.

In the past, they had to finish harvesting and drying before it rained.

If it rains, it will not only delay the harvest, but also delay the planting of corn.

One step is slow, each step is slow.

Many times it takes the entire village to plant all the land in the village.

Now it's better, God is happy, in such a dry and hot weather, as long as the wheat is harvested, sent to the threshing floor, the wheat grains are threshed out, it only takes two days to dry in the sun, and then sent to the grain station, their

Most of the worries are gone!

The people in the field would raise their waists and rest after working for a while, then they would shout to the people around them to see who was working faster in front of them, and they would take the rolled tobacco and start smoking it at the people who were not finished.

Pointing and pointing, very proud.

The face of the person who was touched didn't know whether it was because of embarrassment or because it was red from the sun. He immediately lowered his head and harvested the wheat, and the sound of clicking came one after another.

Behind them, a group of women gathered the wheat into a pile. Then they picked up a handful of wheat, put their heads together, and twisted it skillfully to form a "rope". Then they pressed the wheat head down, stretched out their hands to wrap the pile of wheat, and turned it over again.

They are twisted together, and finally the ends are stuffed into the pile of wheat, so that the pile of wheat is tied together.

The women move on to the next pile.

Not far away, a man driving an ox cart stopped aside. Two young men got out of the cart, placed the bundled wheat piles on the cart, and then pulled it to the threshing floor.

Around the car, a group of children lowered their heads to pick up the wheat on the ground. Whenever they picked up a piece, they would run to the collection place and shout as if they were taking credit. The main thing was not to leave a grain of wheat for the sparrows.

There were busy people all around, and pieces of golden light were cut off, just like the horizon was cut out of thin air, revealing the gray land.

In the wheat field, at the end, Silly Zhu was holding a sickle, holding a handful of wheat with his head lowered, and then cut the wheat with two crunches, then put the wheat behind him, then straightened up, rubbed his sore back, and took a breather

Rough.

There was nothing around him except four rows of wheat in front of him, waiting to be harvested.

And he was only halfway there.

Looking down at the calluses on his hands, Silhu felt aggrieved.

Ever since he came to Guanjia Zhuangzi, the village captain knew where he was coming from, but he didn't give him a good look.

Every day when he went on a mission, he was given the hardest and dirtiest work, and his residence was placed next to the stable, in a hut that used to hold fodder.

Is that a place where people can live?

There wasn't even a bed in the house, so he had to make a bed with straw on the floor these days.

Not only was it uncomfortable to sleep, but I was also bitten by mosquitoes, so I couldn't sleep well at all.

Not to mention, eating is simply a suffering.

The steamed buns I ate in the city before were also Erhe noodles.

No matter how bad it is, it's still stick noodles.

But here it is better, the sweet potato seedlings and the sweet potato noodles made from sweet potatoes are simply not meant for human consumption.

Better stick noodles, those are real stick noodles.

Even the corn cobs are crushed together!

Speaking of this, Shazhu felt chilled in his heart.

It is said that a cook will never die of hunger.

It wasn’t like this when I went to Caojiagou before.

Why is it so difficult to get here?

"What are you doing standing there stupidly, do it quickly!"

"Why do I have to deal with a person like you? You look quite strong, but when you do the work, you are worse than a girl!"

Just when Sha Zhu's heart was filled with unbearable sorrow, a woman's voice came from behind and she said she was disgusted, "No wonder you were driven to the countryside. You are a drag on people in the city."

"You can't even do the work well, but you still eat so well. You look like a lazy coward who eats well."

The woman behind her was chattering endlessly, but Silly Zhu could only lower his head and endure it.

I can't bear it. We are all related in this village. If you are provoked and isolated, it is not easy. If you are beaten, you may not be able to deal with it.

These are the hard lessons he has learned these past few days.

There is no other way, even if the Siheyuan God of War comes to this village, he will be treated like a sick cat.

What's more, someone is in charge of something. If the gun goes off, his death will be in vain.

I’m still thinking about going back to Sijiu City!

Just like the woman behind him with a dark face, short hair and a sparrow face, who is not only foul-mouthed but also has a bad mouth. If such a person had existed in the past, he would have fought back long ago.

But this woman was from the village chief's family and had a higher seniority. When he got angry, he shouted and a group of people came up and beat him.

He is really untouchable.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

Silly Zhu could only endure the quarrels behind him, bent down with a dull look in his eyes, and continued to cut the wheat.
Chapter completed!