Huang Cancan’s rice fields made Zhu Xingde intoxicated and heartbroken.

Zhu Xingde bent down and arched his back, grabbed a handful of rice with one hand, held the sickle with the other, aimed at the height of the rice root that was a little longer than his big hand, and then cut it aside.

Throw it out and place it flat.

Zhu Xingde has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, which is relatively clean and regular compared to most farmers. He can make it a regular way to cut rice, otherwise he will not be able to see it. Unlike Erzhuzi and others who work roughly and throw away the rice they cut.

After a while, Zhu Xingde's clothes were wet again and he finished drying them all.

Zhu Xingde stood up, let out a long whistle, straightened his waist, and glanced at them all over the mountain.

I found that they were following the scene in the field next to him, and my throat was smoking and shouted, "No, I need to transport it a few times, I will tie it up and send it to you first."

"Hey, brother-in-law, please wait."

Zhu Xingde gathered the harvested rice together and tied it into a convenient way to carry it.

After the tie was completed and he just picked it up, he was almost sitting on the ground.

Zhu Xingde grinned in pain, his shoulders were covered with blood marks, and his shoulders were sore and his neck was sore.

After all, I have been carrying a burden for most of the day.

I kept calling myself a person who was too real. This was not a weight of 150 or 60 kilograms. At least he had to be tied to a burden of 200 kilograms.

Zhu Xingde knew in his heart that it was not the one he was very honest in the end. It was the same thing: if he didn't quit the grain quickly, the millet would fall off the rice. He felt sorry for the food and would race against time.

We farmers have a family background that has been dealing with the poor for eight lifetimes. They eat, sleep and talk about the fields. In that environment, even if they never farm honestly, they will not be able to see that food will be ruined.

Zhu Xingde carried a load of 200 kilograms and walked in the ridges of the fields sweat profusely. When he arrived at the ridge of the field, he took off his straw sandals and walked barefoot.

Just before, he was carrying loads and delivering food all over the mountain, but he fell here without taking off his straw sandals. He saw it. It was so strong that it hurts to see it.

After that, Zhu Xingde became cautious when carrying loads and delivering food back and forth.

He would rather barefoot and his soles were thorned, and he would take off his shoes, and never bothered.

In order to avoid falling down again with a huge burden on your back, it will make too much noise and make others embarrassed to see it.

Fortunately, Zhu Xingde had harvested the rice in the Luo family and was not sent to the threshing farm like he was traveling to the cold village.

Qingliu Village is a big place, unlike Youhan Village, which is “every inch of land is valuable.”

If he was like a wandering village, he would be exhausted to carry a lot of threshing farms, and he would carry one load and one load into the village.

The Luo family threshed directly in the fields.

"You're so tired, his elder brother-in-law, your face is bleeding." Seeing that Zhu Xingde had finished cutting and brought it to him, Mrs. Luo hurriedly greeted him.

Zhu Xingde took off the burden, casually wiped the blood from his face, and said with a smile: "It's not a big deal. Aunt, oh, oh? It's really okay. Don't ask for a veil. You won't bleed later. It's important to get rid of the rice first."

Zhu Xingde thought, we have helped, don’t show that we are not happy to be exhausted. If that happens, why do you have to come?

Even though he said it was okay, Old Man Zuo felt sorry for his son-in-law when he watched from the side.

While Luo Pozi and Magnolia were picking green rice and had to place it and dry it, he put his sweat towel in cold water and washed it, and handed it to Zhu Xingde, "Wipe your face, it's so big."

Zhu Xingde took it and wiped the sweat beads on his neck and blood on his face. He smiled and said, "Dad, don't say it, it's really tiring, but I just told Manshan that thanks to us, I said, "I'll be thankful to us, otherwise my father and mother will be even more tiring if my father and mother come to help. The work is here, so if we don't do more, you have to do more."

The words of two sentences almost made the left-handed want to give his heart to his elder son-in-law, which is really nice.

Originally, the left-handed had said "bad things to do in front of Magnolia."

Among the sons-in-law, he and Luo Junxi were the most outspoken. They were uncomfortable when they lay down together, and they had to think about it and talk. It seemed that the whole mountain was the most considerate.

Yulan asked, is that son-in-law not good?

He said at the time, don’t listen to the eldest son-in-law’s fooling me. The eldest son-in-law just talks well and compares with whom. Compared with the son-in-law of other families outside, our family is better than the son-in-law of other families. No one can compare to our son-in-law.

But if the three of them were put together, Dezi would think it would be worse than filial piety. Look at the elder son-in-law, except hunting pigs, as long as he helps with these and those in our house, sometimes it can be seen that he is afraid that his eldest daughter will be tired when she returns to her parents' house. If he doesn't fall into Xiaodao's management, he will pretend that he has no life in his eyes. This is worse than the whole mountain. He will reach out as long as he sees it.

At present, the left-handed man deeply feels that sweet-mouthed people are the most rare. No wonder Magnolia and her old mother-in-law both praise their eldest son-in-law.

As if the mountain came to deliver food just now, he was naturally distressed and said he was tired, right? The child said no, put down his burden and left, but it was real, so he went back to work.

It was over and over.

Let’s look at the eldest son-in-law. Only those who are elders care about it. They will respond immediately, and they don’t have a hurry to leave. They stand by and work with him.

"Dad, hehe, your arms are about to tremble and cramp?"

The left-handed smiled: "Well, I've sucked twice, and I've sucked my fingers once."

Just look at the huge box of the Luo family, all the people shaking the millet on the rice with manpower.

The left-handed never rested, and he worked with Magnolia and Laozi to take off rice.

Before, my second daughter Xiaodou also did this job.

But the left-handed man felt sorry for his second daughter. Since his second daughter returned to her parents' home this time, she has always done more work than his elder sister.

The left-handed man and Magnolia knew it, so they asked Xiaodou to take the woman and children of the hired family to make fine bran.

Because after the rice is harvested, it is transported here to bleed the husks. Then, the husks are removed by natural wind and it will be fresh rice, but it is not completely finished. The shed husks cannot be thrown away, that is rice bran.

Sieve it finer, like fine bran, you should keep it for people to eat, and the coarse bran is more useful, and you should keep it for feed.

In addition, farmers cannot even throw straw.

Xiaodou will take the women and children from the employer to pile them into straw piles, and take them back to burn the fire or return to the field to make feed.

Xiaodou's job seems easier than cutting rice and thawing in the fields, but it can't stop her from finding a job herself.

I often come over and take the initiative to pack the threshing millet in a bag and carry it on the car. After doing this, I will call wheat, "Little sister?"

Zuo Xiaomai will come out, and before coming out, he will instruct: "Brother Junxi, read the book carefully, I will reply immediately."

Then, Wheat will perform real techniques, slap the mule in the butt and say, "Go."

The men were useless to beans and wheat, and the sisters were able to deliver the threshing millet to the Luo family by escorting the car.

In the Luo family, Xiuhua would lie on a rocking chair to receive her, pointing to the open space she poured out: "Scatter here to dry." Threshed millet will easily sprout if it is not dried.

So, after the Lao Zuo family knows that five days later, no, today will be four days, so we should hurry up and work.

Zhu Xingde had been serious about helping the left-handed man to work for a while before leaving. Before leaving, he told the mountain who came to deliver food: "If you help your father beat him for a while, his arms are cramped. I'll go back first and continue cutting."

This made the left-handed feel warm again.
Chapter completed!