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At two o'clock, the tractor came over and ran it over a second time. Zhang Taiping immediately paid me the quick grinding fee and stuffed me with two more packs of cigarettes.

The helper began to use a fork to pick up the flattened wheat straw and shake it to shake off the wheat grains trapped inside. The wheat straw was put into a pile, and then the stronger ones picked it up to the original pile of wheat on the side of the field.

place, bit by bit by the old village chief

Building a pile of wheat branches is a technical job that cannot be done by strong people. It doesn’t matter whether the pile of wheat branches is beautiful or not. The main thing is that it is not afraid of wind and rain, otherwise it will be blown over by the wind suddenly.

A troublesome thing.

The sun is very hot in summer, but people who wear straw hats to collect food not only don't hate this weather, but also hope that the next few days at home will be sunny and the solar energy will heat up, which is conducive to grinding wheat.

Scenes like this with so many people working together made Mr. Li, who came to help, feel like he was back in the production team. He was a little unfamiliar but not the least bit incompetent, telling people that he had done this kind of thing before.

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After cleaning up the wheat straw branches, he used a wooden pusher to push the wheat grains and wheat husks mixed together on the field into a pile. Fan Ming led several little girls over with a large bag of cold drinks and left them alone on the field.

Adults or children give one. This is also a custom. Every household has such a process when grinding wheat, which is meant to relieve people from the heat.

"Sister, give me an ice tiger." A little doll said to Fan Ming who was handing out ice cream.

"Ice Tiger?" Fan Ming was stunned but didn't know what kind of ice cream Ice Tiger was, and turned to look at Yaya.

Yaya poked around and rummaged through the bag, then took out a red package of ice cream and handed it to the little baby. The name on it was "Big Red Eagle" and there was a pattern of a flying eagle printed on it. Fan Ming wondered why this ice cream was called "Big Red Eagle".

Ice Tiger, when the little baby opened the bag, he took a look and saw that there was a torch-shaped ice cream inside, with a cone underneath and a pile of frozen cream on top.

"Is this the ice tiger?" Fan Ming asked Yaya a little speechlessly.

"Yes, Ice Tiger is the most delicious of all ice creams." Yaya said matter-of-factly.

"Then why is it called Ice Tiger?" Fan Ming was quite eager to ask the question.

Yaya couldn't answer this question, because this ice cream is called Ice Tiger in Guanzhong, and it is very famous and loved by children. Even many children use "Ice Tiger" as a synonym for ice cream. But

If we were to seriously investigate where this name came from, how many people could tell? It seems that he was originally called Ice Tiger.

"Anyway, it's called Ice Tiger. If you don't believe me, ask my mother." Yaya said. Fan Ming didn't really ask Cai Yazhi this question.

Everyone was sitting under the tree next to the venue, resting for a hundred years and eating ice cream, with expressions of joy on their faces. These are simple villagers who will be happy and satisfied as long as they can get a little reward for their hard work.

Zhang Taiping brought over several bundles of ice-cold beer. Under the tree, a group of old and young men were all shirtless, each holding a bottle of ice-cold beer in their hands.

Wang Laoqiang raised his head and took a sip of beer and said: "Drinking cold beer on a hot day is so damn good. If you have money, buy a refrigerator."

Wang Peng answered from the side: "Hey, having a refrigerator is not only refreshing for cold beer, but also for cold watermelon." Wang Peng and Zhuang Yu got married, and all the furniture was purchased by Zhuang Yu when he decorated the house.

Of course there is a refrigerator.

A group of other big men nearby did not hide their envious expressions. In the eyes of the villagers, they did not say that they were freeloaders. At most, they sometimes looked down on the men who stepped in, but Wang Peng actually married the established girl to the village.

Wife, I can only admire you. No matter what, as long as you can live a good life and have complete furniture at home, you are capable.

In the past, the villagers would not have dared to imagine high-end home appliances such as refrigerators, but after the success of Han Miaomiao and Wang Laoqiang, everyone has a vision for success, just like refrigerators and washing machines.

It seems so far away. In the past, the distance was like the horizon, but now it is the distance at the top of the mountain. You can get there by just gritting your teeth and working hard. It is not unreachable, it just depends on whether you dare to try.

One person asked with a smile: "Wang Peng, who has the final say at home?"

"I will do whatever Sister Zhuang says," Wang Peng said nonchalantly.

"Aren't you afraid of your wife?" Another voice asked with a strange smile.

When Wang Peng said that he was afraid of his wife, his face turned a little red, and he defended himself loudly: "Who said I'm afraid of my wife?"

"Your daughter-in-law has the final say in your home. Isn't this a henpecked thing?"

"She has the final say during the day, and I have the final say at night!" Wang Peng said this directly, causing a large group of people to laugh. A group of daughters-in-law sitting not far away looked sideways, but the young and old men did not.

Laughing more brazenly.

"Uncle handsome, how about you give us a bottle of beer?" When the adults were laughing happily, Heizi and another boy Zhang Taiping couldn't name came over to him and whispered.

Zhang Taiping smiled and said, "Have you ever had beer?"

Heizi licked his lips and said, "I drank secretly a few times."

Zhang Taiping said: "Okay, I'll give you a bottle, you two can share it." Zhang Taiping took a bottle, opened the cap and handed it to the two of them.

The two of them nodded like little chickens pecking at rice. After taking it, Heizi picked him up and drank it. The boy next to him hurriedly said: "Drink less and leave some for me."

He drank almost a third of the wine in one go before stopping, and the other one did the same after taking it. The two of them were really fierce. They finished the bottle of wine in minutes, then turned to look at Zhang Taiping and said, "Big

Uncle Handsome, please have another bottle."

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said: "One bottle is enough, don't think about the second bottle." The two of them had no choice but to give up.

Although the alcohol content of the beer is low, it depends on who you are talking to. No matter how low the alcohol content of the beer is, it is not something that the two boys can underestimate. Coupled with the ferocious drinking method, it didn’t take long for them to get drunk and go crazy.

He punched this one and poked that one, but no one noticed the drunkenness of the two little kids, they just laughed it off.

After resting, it was getting late. At the reminder of the village chief, Zhang Taiping took a few people to the warehouse where public equipment was stored in the village and carried out a large fan to prepare for wheat harvesting.

Old Man Qian used a wooden shovel to raise it, checked the wind direction, and placed the mountain with the wind, so as to get the bonus effect. If it was placed backwards, the fan would often blow the wheat husks out and the wind would blow them back again. Wouldn't it be in vain?

Gained strength.

When the wheat was raised, there was only a small space in front of the fan, and not many people could stand there, so not many people were needed. Most of them left, leaving only a dozen people close to them to help.

After the switch was turned on, the strong wind from the large fan made people's clothes rustle. The sudden wind blew two people's hats away.

Xing Rushui, like Cai Yazhi, had a towel wrapped around her head and a broom in her hand, ready to work under the fan. She looked like a village girl. It wasn’t that Zhang Taiping couldn’t see her feelings, but he felt that there was something missing between them.

Something happened, so I just let it take its course without saying anything.

Wheat lifting is a technical activity. After lifting it up, you need to pull the wooden shovel in the air so that the wheat after leaving the wooden shovel becomes an arc in the air. It should not be too high or too low. It should be slightly higher than the fan before it falls.

Only when the fan blows away the light wheat husks and finely chopped wheat straw inside, leaving only the heavy wheat grains falling in front of the fan, thus separating the wheat grains and wheat husks.

Two hours later, there was only a pile of wheat grains left in front of the fan, and all other debris was blown away and piled up into a hill in the distance.

When loading the wheat, Zhang Taiping did not mix it. Instead, several women and a group of children were busy working. He was only responsible for the final transportation.

Everyone else dispersed, leaving only the old village chief who was still drinking and chatting. Carrying wheat in his pockets is the children's forte. There is strength in numbers. It didn't take long for the boss's pile of wheat to disappear, and an extra one appeared on the ground.

A loaded block.

Cai Yazhi ran over and said happily: "There are fifty-one bags in total."

The old village chief asked: "How many acres of land is this?"

"Five acres of land." Cai Yazhi replied.

"Tsk tsk, that's a big deal. Counting ten bags per acre, even if two bags become eight bags after drying, it's still more than 800 kilograms. It's a good harvest. It's a great harvest." The village chief couldn't help but be unhappy.

Everyone's wheat grows the same. If Zhang Taiping's wheat can have such a harvest, then his family and even the whole village will have such a harvest.

After the village chief knew the specific output of Zhang Taiping's family, he left. Zhang Taiping also began to transport fifty-one bags back. The one hundred kilogram bags were as light as nothing in his hands. He lifted them one by one and put them on the

In the rack truck, one truck can hold up to six bags, and any more trucks will not be able to afford it.

After pulling out the bag, it was already dark. Now that Zhang Taiping's family had put the wheat into their house, they no longer had to worry about wind or rain.

Looking at the fifty-one bags piled up in the back room, everyone who had been busy felt a sense of accomplishment and the joy of a good harvest. Even Xing Rushui, who had always been overwhelmed by everything, had a smile on his face.

Traces of joy.

Zhang Taiping asked Cai Yazhi to call Lu Feng in the city to tell Lu Feng the news of the good harvest. When the time comes, there will be at least eight bags of wheat for the two of them. The two of them can only get five bags of wheat a year at most. Eight bags is indeed

is good news.

This kind of good news should be shared by everyone.

ps: Please give me flowers!