At three o'clock in the morning, Lu Li sat up, grabbed a small jacket and put it on. After washing up, he woke Xu Yunjian and Zhang Qing and a few others. He went out first and sat on the bench to start sharpening the sickle. The knife was made of steel. The crescent-shaped blade reflected a cold light. He used his thumb to squirt, and the skin on his fingertips was slightly tightened - that's all.

Put the knife, pick up another one, dip it in water and push and pull it on the whetstone, "Xiaoxiao, are you getting up?" It was Xu Yunjian's voice. He rubbed his eyes and stood on the door frame, "Oh, you are so energetic. You were so tired yesterday, why didn't you sleep for a while today? If you don't sleep, I can't sleep either."

"Xu Yunjian, don't fart, are you still tired? The guy asked you to help me, and he went to the floor for you. Now he is not tired, are you making trouble?"

"Just say I, you Zhang Qing didn't open it?"

"Do not get out of here!" Zhang Qing pushed him, "A good dog won't block the way."

The two of them washed their faces with water. Lu Li ignored them, sharpened a few sickles, stood up and stretched. He felt a little tired. From the bumper harvest of summer grain, all villages and towns began to get busy. Every morning from 4:00 to 10:00 am, from 4:00 pm to 7:00 pm, from 7:00 pm, from 7:00 pm, from more than ten hours a day, it seemed that nothing was wrong, but the harvest of grain was not as good as anything else. Once he started working, he could not think of being able to straighten his back. He was arching his body and constantly operating his hands and feet. Those who had not experienced it personally could not understand it.

In addition to this kind of physical fatigue, there is also a mental burden. The merchant forests of nearly 10,000 acres of wheat fields. The golden wheat fields are as beautiful as yellow in the movie, but when people are in it, there is no poetic and picturesque. The wheat fields are endless at a glance, and the psychological impact is huge! It makes people feel a sense of fear: When will it take so much wheat be finished?

Fortunately, summer grain harvesting is the first major event in the countryside. It is important to harvest quickly and quickly, and the particles return to the warehouse. This is not only because the rainy season in the north is coming soon - once the wheat is soaked in rain, it will sprout soon, and then it will be completely abandoned! It is also because it is necessary to make way for the autumn grain to sow; both of these cannot be delayed at all.

After breakfast, I carried a few huge plastic buckets and went out with a sickle. On the way to the village, farmers and educated youths who were like them were already setting off. When I saw it, I nodded but didn't say anything. It was not that I was rude. At this time, I was exhausted and no one had the strength to speak. Taking advantage of the hazy starlight to reach the west of the village, my shoes were wet with dew. I took off my clothes outside and walked into the wheat field. Lu Li spat two times in his palm, grabbed the sickle, bent down, and held the wheat with his left hand. The sickle in his right hand gently, and a piece of wheat fell into his hand, threw the wheat under his feet, followed a step, and waved the sickle for the second time and started to fuck.

The most taboo thing when cutting wheat is that the sickle is used in the wrong direction, which can easily penetrate into the soil downwards and damage the precious blade; it is not possible to hurt yourself. The sickle is extremely sharply polished, and when it hits a big hole in the leg, the correct direction should be to draw an arc on the wrist, so that the blade floats outward after cutting the wheat. Of course, for familiar old farmers, the above problems do not exist. The sickle has become a part of their body for them. It is a pleasure to watch them do it: it is fast and stable, and it is effortless, and large areas of wheat fall behind them.

Lu Li Khan was raining, and his hands were all mechanically working. He didn't think of anything in his mind, just kept gathering, cutting, closing, cutting. "Little Lu, take a rest?"

Lu Li panted like a broken bellows, straightened his body, and when he looked back, it was Shang Jiacheng! He was also sweating, and he took off his straw hat and fanned his air. Judging from his work efficiency, he was still higher than himself; he was already nearly a hundred meters ahead of his position.

Before the first month of the year, the two of them drank a drink with Shang Anti-Japanese team. On the surface, they let go of the fight, but in fact they knew each other that there was still a knot. Today he took the initiative to say hello to himself?

"Okay, Xiao Lu, it's not simple." Shang Jiacheng said with a smile: "No wonder the secretary respects you. Among you, you have taken the lead!"

Seeing the other party giving a thumbs up, Luli smiled with kindness, "It's still... not as good as the captain...you."

"Nonsense, how many years have I been doing? How many years have you been? Alas, this is your first time doing this, right? I have a strong spirit!"

Luli was so tired that he was almost exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, so he wanted to lie down and have a good sleep! "What time is it... now?"

Shang Jiacheng looked up at the sky—people who grew up working in rural areas have such skills. If they look up at the sky, they can estimate the time almost. "It's almost nine o'clock. Let's go, take a break and do it later."

The fields were endless, covered by the sun. The two of them threw the sickle and turned backwards. The woman in the brigade quickly tied the cut wheat onto the tractor parked next to her. When it was full, there was also threshing and drying until the follow-up work of entering the warehouse. There was no need for people like Luli to help. When they started walking back, Luli noticed that in the morning, he had already "rushed out" nearly eight miles away! He was too lazy to leave, so he leaned in the shadow of the tractor and rested for a while.

"Give me one?"

"No, I... won't."

"This thing is the most satisfying thing." Shang Jiacheng didn't force himself and clicked one, "Look at Xiao Xu and the others, they all learned it, why can't you learn it?"

Luli picked up the plastic bucket and poured all the water. "Captain, how many are there this year?"

Shang Jiacheng stretched out his finger and compared a 'six' gesture, "Six million pounds!"

"So many?" Zhang Qing's words suddenly came from above his head, "Captain, how many can we divide?"

Shang Jiacheng laughed at him, "This is all for the public. You can't leave much. Besides, do you think this is too much? The yield per mu is less than 600 kilograms."

"That's right. I heard that when the big jump was in, the yield per mu was hundreds of thousands of kilograms! Our more than 10,000 acres of land must have more than one billion kilograms of grain, right?"

Shang Jiacheng coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of phlegm, "Bao!"

"What's wrong? I'm not doing it right?" Zhang Qing calculated with his fingers, "That's right, it's just a billion jin."

Shang Jiacheng looked back and saw Lu Li leaning against the tractor's car gang, he was already drowsy, "Come down, boy, I'll tell you something."

He called Zhang Qing, Xu Yunjian, Luo Yaohua, Lin Fanxiu, Hu Chusan, Meng Xiaobiao, Li Haijun, Zhao Yongmao, Fan Meidi and others to him. Shang Jiacheng sucked the dry tobacco after a while and said, "That year is really miserable. Do you know that more than 4,000 people died in Changli, Hebei. Do you know how they died? They starved to death!"

Everyone was shocked, "How could it be? Can socialist countries starve people to death?"

"Why can't you? Do you know why? It's just for the yield per mu of more than 100,000 kilograms!"

The young people were all energetic and moved forward, "What's going on? Captain, tell us?"

"Wheat, the yield per mu is seven or eight hundred kilograms, and no matter how high it is, it cannot be high. I have to say that the yield per mu is tens of thousands, isn't this a damn bullshit? Do you know how it came about? Pile a hundred acres of wheat together, and Lengchong is a one acre of yield per mu!" He spat viciously, his tone filled with curses, "Can a child lie on the wheat? You said, isn't this a nonsense?"

"Then...that's just talking nonsense, won't you starve to death?"

"We farmers have to pay public grain to the state. Take our merchant forests as an example. Think about it, if acre of land is more than 100,000 kilograms, our merchant forests are more than 100 million kilograms. How much public grains do we have to pay? The brigade and the commune have to take out all the surplus grains, but that's not enough. What should we do? We have to take the grain from the farmers' homes - saying it's taken, but it's actually just robbed! Think about it, if the food is gone, don't people starve to death?"

Zhang Qingsi was sucking in the cold air, as if she was tooth pain. He really didn't dare to ask the following question, "Where is our business forest? How many have died?"

"Hey! None of the merchant Lin died!"

"Why?"

"Because of Mr. Shang, this old man..." Shang Jiacheng raised two thumbs up, "...I have been serious all my life. I will not lie. I will do as much as I should, and no one will come! What do you think in the end?"

The children all attracted all their energy to his words, and they continued to ask, "How is it?"

"In the whole Tangshan, people in the province want to get the merchant Linlai, do you know why?"

"Can you have enough food, right?"

"Hey!" Shang Jiacheng focused on the key points, "Not only are there fleeing places, but also a lot of cultural people, saying that they are here...what are you doing? We can't understand that, it seems like it's called...what is the wind? In fact, no one knows it, just to have a full meal!"

"Ah?" Everyone suddenly realized, "What about later?"

"Later, the old branch secretary was dismissed. Damn, tell me, such a good person is not allowed to do it? Isn't it a bastard?" He slapped his hand and hit Luli's shoulder, awakening him from his dream, and his body tilted, "Ah? Ah? Why...?"

Everyone chuckled, "Xiaoxiao, get up, finish work. Go home and go to sleep. Come again in the afternoon."

Luli turned over and lay down again, "Don't... make a fuss, I'll sleep for a while."

Seeing his face full of tiredness and no longer being energetic in the past, Xu Yunjian and others felt distressed. They looked at each other, "Or why don't you let him sleep here?"

"How can this work? The car will drive away later. How sunny is this? Wait until you get him back."
Chapter completed!