Breakfast is very rich.

There are vermicelli, sauerkraut, and fish raised by the production team.

In the breeding room of the production team, a fat pig happened to "die" of illness last night, so there was still white and oily pork for everyone to eat.

Aunt Seven, who is in charge of cooking, Dai Hongmei and others have come to the rice fields twice to urge everyone.

So, everyone in the field began to pack up and prepare to go back to eat.

After the manual team collected the mixed buckets of rice, they began to put the rice in the wooden buckets into baskets, and then strong members of the commune would carry the rice to the courtyard dam to dry.

On the side using the threshing machine, the bucket has been raised twice and is now loading the third round of rice.

The manual team led by Uncle Zhou lost in the competition. The threshing machine team came first and achieved brilliant results.

With the help of the threshing machine, the big wheel whines, and the golden rice flies into the mixing bucket like gold sand!

At this time, the artificial team had long lost its previous arrogance.

Uncle Zhou just immersed himself in picking up the rice in the basket, while cursing endlessly, "Bullshit! What kind of crap are you going to come up with? How much collective food will be wasted, and how much steel will the country waste?"

We farmers have nothing but strength!

It doesn't matter if you put in a little effort, you can come back after a short sleep, and you can save the government a lot of money!

In my opinion, the guys who built this kind of machine that wastes food and consumes the country’s steel are just opportunists who want to please those cadres!”

Of course, using a drum machine to thresh rice will waste more grain than using human power to thresh the rice.

This is also something that can't be helped.

Because when the threshing machine rotates at high speed and presses up the bunches of rice, the grains are indeed thrown farther than those that are manually beaten on the grain shelf.

There is a lot of rice stubble in the rice fields, thick silt, and a lot of aquatic plants.

There is no way to pick up rice grains thrown out like these.

Uncle Zhou kept on seizing on this point, both internally and externally, so as to attack the threshing machine improvers.

To vent his anger, which was obscured by the threshing machine!

Damn it!

The cadres in the countryside and brigade headquarters all went to work on the threshing machines themselves. They were all working enthusiastically, talking and laughing. Who could bother to say a word to Uncle Zhou?

When the rice was harvested in previous years, it was not what it looks like now.

Whenever the rice harvest season comes, Uncle Zhou enjoys the pleasure of accompanying the cadres from the township office every year, beating rice in the same mixing bucket, and sitting at the same table to eat, talking and laughing.

Feel.

So much face!

This was also a rare highlight moment for Mr. Zhou as the bamboo mat of the Poor Peasants Association.

He used to go to schools and give lectures in various units, recalling the hardships and sweet memories.

But it was really boring to tell those children about the "painful past". Every time he told them, Uncle Zhou himself would tell a different story.

He made it up again and again, and even he couldn't remember it.

In his heart, Uncle Zhou actually likes to hang out with cadres the most.

——Look, the cadres in my hometown have to praise themselves for being good at farm work, raising pigs and feeding cattle, and being excellent breeders!

It's better now,

Since the threshing machine arrived, everyone's attention has been attracted by the whining machine.

If you don't curse it or curse the person who invented the threshing machine, Uncle Zhou's heart...

It’s so congested!!

After scolding the damn machine and the people who improved it, Uncle Zhou still couldn't understand his hatred.

I heard him murmuring loudly again: "I'm afraid it costs 200 yuan to buy such a machine? How can such an expensive machine be used by someone with dirty hands and feet?

What if he intentionally damages collective property?

This kind of person who is dissatisfied with the public must not be allowed to touch the machine..."

He was alluding to Yi Yang.

Yi Yang lay flat at home for a few days, having no intention of coming to work in the production team.

But the rush to harvest rice is no different than usual.

Therefore, Yi Yang, who was heartbroken, had no choice but to force himself to get up and work in the rice fields.

Uncle Zhou vented his dissatisfaction there.

Yi Yang gritted his steel teeth and his face was as gloomy as water, but he did not have an attack.

Uncle Zhou has a good background, and Yi Yang is in this situation now. If there is another conflict with Uncle Zhou, who has a good foundation, Yi Yang's situation will be even more difficult...

Yi Yang didn't dare to say anything, but Uncle Zhou's random behavior aroused Ji Xuyuan's anger!

Ji Xuyuan is not good at farm work, but he has practiced Taoist internal skills for decades, and his ears and eyes are sharp, and his hearing is extremely sensitive.

He had already understood what the breeder, Uncle Zhou, said.

Hearing this, Ji Xuyuan stopped cutting rice and slowly straightened up his waist.

I saw him glance at Uncle Zhou who was less than five feet away from him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, waiting for an attack!

Luo Xuan, who was in charge of bundling straw, vaguely noticed the murderous aura emanating from Ji Xuyuan.

Luo Xuan was about to say something to stop him... The sand sickle in Ji Xuyuan's hand was really a weapon for long-range attacks!

At this moment!

I only heard a cry of surprise from everyone!

"puff--"

There was a muffled sound.

Uncle Zhou was bending over, pulling the grains in the mixing bucket, and kept saying, "I'm going to the village and county to report these opportunistic and treacherous villains."

I saw him making a muffled sound, and immediately put it into the mixing bucket!

Luo Xuan just stared at Ji Xuyuan, but did not see why Uncle Zhou fainted.

turn out to be,

When Uncle Zhou was cursing just now, everyone working with him next to him was secretly exchanging glances.

I know that Uncle Zhou, a black-hearted guy who is not economical on fuel, might really go to the township office and cause trouble in the county government!

But no one noticed that Luo Tiezhu, who was standing next to Uncle Zhou, had an extremely gloomy face at this time.

Like a big green wolf ready to choose someone to devour...

Luo Tiezhu, who was originally waiting for the basket to be full so that he could carry the load back to the dam, was holding the rope on the basket and preparing to thread the pole through the rope buckle...

Unexpectedly,

I don’t know whether Luo Tiezhu was distracted or the pole was slippery, so he happened to lose his hand.

The tip of the pole in his hand was aimed at the back of Uncle Zhou's head, and he poked it with a "pop" sound!

The back of the head is fragile and cannot withstand a blow.

Uncle Zhou, who was immersed in his work, suddenly received this blow!

Uncle Zhou felt a numbness on the back of his head, his vision went dark, and he fainted in half the bucket...

Suddenly my mouth and face were stuffed with grains and straw.

"Oh, captain, come on, come on, no, no, no, no, something happened to Uncle Zhou!"

Everyone was shocked!

But no one reached out to help Uncle Zhou, who fell upside down in the mixing bucket. He just jumped around in the paddy field and screamed, "Captain, come quickly! It's too late, but someone will be killed!"

Peng Zhikun originally stood next to the threshing machine and handed the rice handles to Captain Liao.

Hearing a bunch of old ladies and old men yelling and screaming over there, Peng Zhikun quickly dropped the rice handle in his hand, stepped on the calf-deep water, and ran over there!

while running,

Peng Zhikun asked in confusion, "How could something happen if you throw half a bucket of rice into it? Tell me, what's going on?"

Although harvesting rice in the farm work is tiring, it is not dangerous. Most of the time, my hands were cut by sand sickles and my feet were scratched by clams.

Like Uncle Zhou, he fell headlong into the mixing bucket, his limbs were stiff, and he had spasms and twitches from time to time...

This is too strange!

"Everyone, please step aside and don't crowd around him. Let him breathe."

Peng Zhikun grabbed Uncle Zhou, fanned him with a straw hat, and asked the people around him, "Why did Uncle Zhou faint suddenly? Did he have heat stroke?"

Heat stroke?
To be continued...