"Captain, why don't you forget it?"

Although Liu Dachun wants to flatter, he also knows the danger.

There is little chance of death. Once the threshing machine's shaking handle is not held, or it is not standing firmly, or even the rhythm is wrong, the shaking handle can remove the skin from the belly.

"Try it and see how to do it. Brother Dachun is a demonstration. I'll see. This may be the last year of our fourth team threshing..."

Liu Chun saw them doing it easily, so he naturally didn't think it was too complicated.

By next year, the entire Fourth Brigade may not be able to plant millet.

The output of growing grain is far less than that of growing vegetables or other cash crops.

Although members may object, as long as they can eat enough and not go hungry, there will be no problem.

Just like now, more and more people who have not paid the land regret it and want to hand over the land now.

However, Captain Liu did not let go at all.

Secretary Liu said that he could not control his son in this matter.

The captain said he wanted to try, can he refuse?

"Stop it." Liu Dachun figured it out. The captain's flattery was really not allowed to be casually photographed.

He can guarantee that if Liu Chunlai was injured by a threshing machine today, the Eighth Zuzu would break his jio pole when he went back.

So the threshing machine slowly stopped rotating.

The people who were feeding the millet looked helplessly.

The captain is so unstoppable.

A few tricks are blind.

Liu Chunlai stood beside him, and Liu Dachun personally taught him: "Captain, if you stand like this, your stakes will be stable, otherwise you will be easily injured..."

No need for him to teach.

Liu Chunlai has been watching it for a while.

He directly learned other people's movements and took a bold step, becoming a lunge, holding the handle in his left hand and holding the Miao mask in his right hand.

It turns out that the people from the Liu family practice martial arts and have to stand stances every day just to slash the grain machine?

Liu Chunlai thought he had discovered the truth.

The so-called strengthening of the body is not just for greater efforts and better farm work.

No wonder, traditional martial arts were gradually lost, and only some good-looking moves were left.

Cultivating food is mechanized.

Agricultural production is either large-scale mechanization or goes out to work. The land is deserted, so there is no need to practice martial arts...

While thinking divergently, he began to shake his hands.

At this moment, Liu Chunlai realized that this matter requires a lot of effort.

Fortunately, when it turns, it has inertia, so the strength required is not that great.

"Captain, we have fed the millet?"

The person in front of him saw the threshing machine idling and asked Liu Chunlai.

"I didn't see the threshing machine idling. If you don't feed it quickly, why are you waiting for?" Liu Chunlai was a little dissatisfied.

Everyone thinks that the captain cannot turn the threshing machine?

Dog said!

"Hello..." Liu Dachun's mouth thumped a few times and ordered the people.

Several other threshing machines were scattered in various areas of the ditch. They were roaring now, and people even started to pick millet from the drying dam above.

The two of them held a bundle of seedlings and gently reached onto the threshing machine.

The moment the threshing machine first came into contact with the seedlings, Liu Chunlai felt that the shaking handle was heavy.

The two men who fed Guzi were very slow.

It was not until the grains on the two bundles of seedlings fell off that I felt relieved.

The people behind thought it was fine, so the two of them reached the millet onto the threshing machine at the same time...

Liu Chunlai felt the sudden force coming from his hands, and his feet became unstable, and his body was driven forward by the threshing machine...

Fortunately, the horse stance started to work every morning, and Liu Chunlai practiced martial arts and his body became flexible.

When the handle was shaking back and spinning upwards, he arched his body directly.

"Captain, you'd better watch from the side." Liu Dachun was about to cry.

Liu Chunlai of the Dog Says!

Everyone else was watching, no one was moving.

Liu Chunlai also knew that he was really not suitable for this.

"Or why should I go feed the millet?"

"no!"

Everyone opposed it in unison.

"Captain, why don't you be looking for eel holes in the field to drill eels?" Liu Dachun asked Liu Chunlai, "Now it's dry fields, there are many eels in the fields, and it's not easy for eels to run away if you pick the mud opens up..."

MMP, do I think I am a three-year-old child?

Use catching eels to fool yourself.

Liu Chunlai was really speechless.

Don’t you just want to experience threshing?

I had never had the chance to encounter such a thing before. At that time, even in various hilly areas, small harvesters were harvesting grain.

"Captain, this is really dangerous, more dangerous than a storing grinder..."

Liu Dachun hurriedly explained to Liu Chunlai why feeding millet is more dangerous than thrusting the grain.

Once the seedlings held in my hand were not tightened, it would be a trivial matter to be caught by the high-speed rotating threshing machine. I was afraid that Liu Chunlai would be caught in the whole person if he was accidentally caught.

Liu Chunlai had never done this before.

I finally got the chance, prepare to experience it.

But now, looking at everyone's expression, I can only give up.

Seeing that he didn't insist, the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"You dog said, you're going to do it all day, how can you do it? Get out of here and don't affect them to thresh the millet. Cook it down early to dry it!" Liu Fuwang, who was wearing a white-washed old military top, appeared on the edge of the field.

He scolded Liu Chunlai.

This makes it easier for others.

It’s not that they don’t let the captain play, but that they really don’t want Liu Chunlai to influence their work.

What's more, it may hurt Liu Chunlai.

They are all from the Liu family and know the importance of Liu Chunlai now.

"Dad, why are you here?" Liu Chunlai was a little surprised.

"I'll take a look. How can I do that thick oil paper directly spreads on the floor to dry the millet?" Liu Fuwang asked Liu Chunlai.

"This year, all fields are dry fields, and the millet is not heavy, so there is no need to be sun-dried for long..." Liu Chun said, "The oil paper is laid in the dry fields, and the moisture cannot be raised. I guess it will be almost done if I bask in a sun."

The thick oil paper was bought from the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Used for building greenhouses.

Today, when we were threshing, there was not enough drying the dam to dry the millet, so Liu Chunlai directly suggested laying oil paper in the dry fields to dry it.

Liu Fuwang has always been worried that the millet cannot be dried.

"At least, it's faster than drying it on the ground that has been washed by cow dung."

Liu Chunlai didn't explain much.

"Dad, do you eat eels?" Liu Chunlai suddenly discovered that there was a mud hole larger than his thumb under his father's feet.

The edge of the hole is relatively round, and it is obviously an eel cave.

They don’t want to help themselves, they catch eels and go back to drink, which is also good.

"Eat a ball, the whole team is busy everywhere. You still have the leisure to catch eels!"

"They don't want me to help. There are people watching all kinds of projects, so I don't have to guard..." Liu Chunlai said with an indifferent look on his face.
Chapter completed!