The Buddhist Cannon Fodder of Seventies [MTL]

Chapter 19 Autumn Harvest

The second brother Gu was convinced. Who knew that this would be the autumn harvest.

I don't know if it's because of the charm of the stewed meat, but the crops of the Dahe Village production team are growing particularly well this year. The yellow rice fields are churning with golden waves, and each ear of rice is heavy. Before harvesting, the fragrance of rice permeates the entire village. .

On the grain drying field, the old Liu was still shouting at the top of his voice, holding the so-called autumn harvest mobilization meeting.

Below, the members were muttering among themselves, and few really listened to his words.

Li Tieniu stood next to Gu Mingdong and said, "It's strange. It doesn't rain in spring. I thought there would be another famine this year. Who knew we were seeing a bumper harvest?"

Since the wild boar incident, Li Tieniu has determined that Gu Mingdong is a capable person and often likes to talk to him.

Gu Mingdong knew the reason for the bumper harvest in Dahe Village and said with a smile: "Maybe God doesn't want us to starve."

Li Tieniu smiled naively and said, "I think it's because everyone has eaten the meat and has the strength to work, so the harvest is good."

Aunt Liu San next to her also said, "Isn't that right? Look at the next village, if they don't have meat, their harvest will be bad."

Afterwards, he looked at Gu Mingdong with flattery: "A Dong, wait until you have time to go up the mountain for a walk..."

Before Gu Mingdong could speak, the old Liu above saw them talking nonsense and called them by name: "Third Aunt, the mobilization meeting is just taking place. If you have anything to say, please wait until it's over."

Unexpectedly, Aunt Liu wouldn't give him face, so she turned around and said, "Autumn harvest depends on strength, not words. No matter how loud you shout, it won't help. It's better to start working early."

The frustrated old Liu's face darkened after being scolded. When he looked again, the members below him all agreed. He could only wave his hand: "Okay, the autumn harvest of the Dahe Village Brigade has officially begun."

This time, the commune members did not delay. They picked up their sickles one by one and rushed to the fields.

The sun was scorching, and there was not even a place for shade near the rice fields. Gu Mingdong had been doing farm work for a while. Now he was bending over to cut the rice, and he still felt exhausted.

However, Gu Mingdong is still full of energy when he thinks that after the autumn harvest, the grain will be distributed, and that after dividing the grain, he can eat openly and openly.

It is estimated that most of the village members are like this. Only Wang Mazi, who is not stingy, would be lazy during the harvest.

But at this time, unless he was too sick to get out of bed, no leave was allowed in the brigade, and Wang Mazi had to work in the fields no matter how reluctant he was.

Not only Gu Mingdong, Gu Mingnan and Gu Mingxi came, but also Gu Mingbei went to the fields with them. The twins were placed on the field ridge, and soon they started picking up rice ears with the village head children.

Soon, bundles of rice were transported to the open space next to them, threshed and bagged on the spot, then piled on the truck and transported to the drying field.

In such a busy scene, everyone was sweating profusely. Some men simply took off their clothes and continued to work. Their skin was thick and they were not afraid of being stung by the awns.