With a Door In Mind

Time flies.

A week has passed.

The autumn harvest time in the village has come.

As soon as it was light up, he heard Jiang Dingzhong shouting at the entrance of the village.

Then the people walked towards the fields in sparse companionship.

According to the previous autumn harvest scene, harvesting food had to be robbed.

In previous years, there would be elderly people watching the weather at this time. It was expected that it would not rain for a while in the future, so they began to rush to harvest food.

Because the harvested grains are not dried in time, the grains will be wasted.

Of course, it is entirely based on experience that there will always be mistakes. If the grain is hit with rain, then every household will need to divide some grain according to the head, and fry it in a pot overnight.

Just the current weather? I beg him not to rain.

Jiang Xiaochuan, who woke up early, looked curiously at the scene in front of him. He has not seen what the autumn harvest looks like. He'll be ready to go take a look.

On the other hand, Jiang Xiaohe looked excited.

What is he excited about?

The teachers have all gone to collect food. And half the boys in the school have to go back to help.

Start fighting. Send water, and pick up fallen wheat heads after harvesting.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the excited Jiang Xiaohe and shook his head. Still children, there are children who love to read, but there are really not many.

Those students who have been working very hard are for their own future, for the pride of their parents, and for their children. Reading was also the fastest way out for the poor in that era.

At this moment, Jiang Dingzhong walked towards him with a frown.

Jiang Xiaochuan saw the other party's expression. He asked curiously, "Uncle Jiang, what's wrong?"

Jiang Dingzhong walked over to Jiang Xiaochuan and said, "Xiaochuan, the labor force in the village is now half reduced. You and Xiaohe will go to the fields to help in a while, and there will be people gathering there. Then your work points will be counted."

He doesn't care about that little bit of work.

Jiang Xiaochuan asked suspiciously, "Uncle Jiang, just my brother and I have two children, how can I help?"

Jiang Dingzhong said helplessly: "It's not just you, the children in the village must go to help and do whatever they can. It's okay to boil water and send some water."

Hearing his words, Jiang Xiaochuan thought of those records in later generations that the grain was rotten in the fields because it was too late to harvest.

When there was really no food to eat in the later period, people remembered the food that had rotted in the fields before.

So they dispatched their nests and scoured the ground to eat the rotten sweet potatoes. and sprouting seeds.

Not even the mouse hole was spared.

At that time, there was a lot of food found in the mouse holes. You can find several kilograms in a hole.

And if you catch a mouse, you can eat meat at home.

This mouse is not the dirty mouse in the sewer, but a field mouse.

Hearing that he was not alone, the whole village basically dispatched. Being out of the group is a dangerous thing. So he nodded.

"Then, Uncle Jiang, just tell me what you want to do when the time comes."

But he thought of something and asked, "Uncle Jiang, what is the harvest this year? How much can this wheat be harvested per mu of land?"

Jiang Dingzhong said worriedly: "I don't know. In previous years, one mu of land was less than 200 jin. This year, it is good to have 180."

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at him and said, "Uncle Jiang, when I went to the provincial capital, I heard that the production in other places is already there. You probably don't think it's a fraction of other people's."

Jiang Dingzhong glanced at him and said, "Don't tell me, I really believed it at first, and I'm going to study... As a result..."

Then he said angrily: "You little brat has a lot to do. Hurry up and go to work. You should worry about it. I'm still busy, and I don't have time to talk to you. "

After speaking, he turned and left.

Jiang Xiaochuan touched his nose in embarrassment.

But he was relieved, at least he was worried that Uncle Jiang's success would not happen.

There was nothing to do anyway, so Jiang Xiaochuan took Jiang Xiaohe to the field.

At this time, there were already many people on the field.

They are all together between people who are familiar with each other.

At this time, Jiang Dingzhong, Liu Accounting and others brought a few people and came here with a small amount of farm implements.

Followed by two brightly dressed men. A little bit blessed.

This should be the person who came down to supervise and guide the autumn harvest.

However, when Jiang Xiaochuan saw the farm tools in the hands of everyone, he was surprised.

Because at this time the farm implements in their hands were not iron. But some pieces of stone.

Fortunately, some of them are iron.

It was estimated that the iron donation was not enough, so some "waste" farm tools and other iron products were used instead.

Hearing the incessant complaints, Jiang Dingzhong said with a cold face: "What's the quarrel? This difficulty was hit? Of course, it is much more difficult to beat the devil. Now is a difficult time, everyone must understand and work together. If you don't do it, what will you eat in the future? Are you waiting to die?"

Jiang Dingzhong's words were very prestigious in the village, and the people below gradually lost their voices when they heard his words.

Jiang Dingzhong looked at the voice that gradually became smaller in front of him. Only then did he say: "Let's divide into groups. Each 5 people are responsible for a field. Hurry up and go to work."

Then they started to call names.

The ones that were pointed out at first were all good styles of working in the village.

took some people to the fields. The men cut the wheat, while the women gathered and bundled by the side. Finally, the man picked it back to the dojo for threshing.

The adults are in full swing~www.wuxiahere.com~ The children here are also starting to assign people.

"Xiaohe...Come here..."

I saw a child about eight or nine years old shouting to Jiang Xiaohe.

This person is Jiang Xiaohe's good friend Huzi in the village. Next to it was a group of children of about the same age. The two children of Uncle Jiang's family were also inside.

"Xiaochuan, come here. This way." In the crowd, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child beckoned to Jiang Xiaochuan.

When Jiang Xiaochuan heard his words, he walked towards him.

This person's name is Jiang Chunwu, his father and Jiang Dingzhong are cousins, so he and Jiang Chunming, who is the iron egg of Uncle Jiang's family, are of the same generation.

He was a good playmate of the original owner, Jiang Xiaochuan, in the village.

But after crossing over by himself, he never looked for the other party.

Because of the mentality of an adult, he has never been able to integrate into this group of children.

Pee and play in the mud?

He can't do it.

Jiang Chunwu said to Jiang Xiaochuan, "Xiaochuan, why haven't you come to play with me for so long? My mother told me not to go to you."

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled when he heard his words and said, "Yes, Xiao Wu, it's not like you didn't know something happened in my house recently."

The village is so big, the big girl and the little daughter-in-law love the short chats between the parents, and they don't have any secrets.

Xiao Wu nodded: "Then we'll be together later. I'll help you when I'm too busy."

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled and nodded. It doesn't matter to him.

Soon the group was divided.

He, Jiang Chunwu and another child named Jiang Chunlin were in a group of three.

Responsible for picking up the wheat that was cut earlier, and picking up the fallen wheat ears by the way.

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