As time goes by, the weather gets colder and colder in the morning and evening, especially on the dam. Due to the cold wind of the mountain, the temperature becomes even lower. Fortunately, the late autumn in Tianzhou is still sunny, so it is also a good season.

The leaves of the broad-leaved deciduous forest on the mountain began to change color, from green to yellow, red or orange. The originally majestic green mountains were dressed in new clothes and a colorful coat.

A gust of autumn wind blew gently, and the leaves that had bloomed the last light in their lives could no longer resist the call of the earth, slowly left the branches of the tree and flew in the air.

The flying fallen leaves are like dancing butterflies, running towards the embrace of the earth with their attachment to the big tree. Seeing these somewhat sad scenes, Cen Jiahua remembered a song "Fallen Leaves".

I'm a small leaf

There will be freedom when you are always blown by the wind

I will float wherever the wind blows

…………

I'm a small leaf

Always wandering around with the wind

Wherever the wind stops, I will lie on the earth

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The beautiful lyrics, beautiful melody, and the singer's high-pitched "childish voice" all make this song a classic.

In the eyes of the poet, the sorrow of autumn and the synonym of sorrow are more suitable for feeling, lamenting and expressing feelings in this season. But in the eyes of the farmers, winter is the most joyful season, because the most important harvest season of the year has arrived.

The rice fields at the foot of the mountain have turned from the original green and yellow to the same golden color. The rice stalks can no longer bear the heavy rice ears, and have to bend down. A gust of wind blows, and the large rice fields immediately turn into a small ocean, with rice ears rising one after another, like waves.

The air was filled with sweet rice fragrance, and the farmers showed a smile from the bottom of their hearts, because this year was another good year. The weather was good and the irrigation guaranteed by the Lotus Reservoir, the rice fields in Rongshu Village were growing well, and this year's rice harvest was a foregone conclusion.

At this time, the male owner of every household began to sharpen the sickle, and farmers with horses or ox carts also began to repair the saddle and frame. As the saying goes, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood, which is what the saying goes. The female owner began to take out the snakeskin bags used in summer harvest and checked them one by one to ensure that these snakeskin bags are intact when loading the rice.

The primary school in the village also had a holiday, because the teachers and students of the school had to go home to help and make their own contribution to Qiushou. Although the children in the primary school were still young, there were still many things that could be done and could help adults reduce a lot of burden.

Delivering water, food, watching cows, and horses, or staying at home to dry rice, the children in the countryside are proficient in all kinds of work and do well. The children in the city probably haven’t even washed a bowl in elementary school, right? I guess many children think that rice grows in supermarkets or grows from rice bags at home?

As if they had made an appointment in advance, the wilderness had been quiet and awakened from the sleeping noise one morning. Waves of people walked towards their own rice fields with tools, and they kicked off the autumn harvest.

Then the roar of machines began to sound in the village. A hand-held tractor and a small combined harvester rushed out of the village from various traffic roads in black smoke and rushed to the front line of autumn harvest. In the south, due to the terrain, there are basically many terraces. After the fields are divided into households, the main method of intensive farming is implemented, so there are few large-scale mechanical farming scenes like the one in the north.

In the early stage of dividing the fields to households, because the conditions of each family are not very good, and there are few agricultural machinery suitable for the southern region, harvesting rice is a very difficult task. Basically, all the rice has to be cut off hand by hand, and then carried on the shoulders and backs to the gravel field for threshing. Only those who participated in the personal experience will understand the hardships that if there are horses or ox carts at home, it can save some labor and speed up.

A strong laborer with skilled rice harvesting can cut up to 6 parts of the field a day, so rice harvesting usually lasts for several days. Generally, when harvesting rice, the sun is relatively strong, and the rice itself will shed a kind of itchy hair that makes the whole body feel itchy. When the sun shines, the sweat will make the whole body feel extremely uncomfortable. Therefore, in rural areas, harvesting rice is basically the most difficult farm job, and only those skilled hands who have been trained for many years can compete with this job.

In recent years, due to the significant improvement of farmers' economic strength, coupled with the continuous improvement of agricultural machinery and the increase in state subsidies, many agricultural machinery have gradually entered ordinary farmers. In addition to some terraced fields and some rice fields that are not suitable for machinery to enter, farmers have begun to use small combine harvesters for harvesting.

With the help of these small machinery, farmers save a lot of effort and can greatly reduce the labor intensity. As long as the harvester is opened into the field, the harvesting, threshing, sieving and other processes can be completed in one go, farmers can just transport the bags of rice back to the gravel field to dry.

Even for those terraced fields that cannot be reached by harvesters, as long as the harvested rice is transported to the roadside, a threshing machine driven by a tractor will be waiting on the side, and the threshing can be completed in the fields. Today, the threshing field can no longer hear the roar of electric threshing machines, because they have been eliminated by history.

Cen Jiahua stood on the hill and watched the fields below the mountain turn from silence to noisy in a short time, turning into a fiery labor scene. The voices of people, horse neighing, and mechanical roars, intersected and played into a beautiful harvest march.

One by one, one figure was scattered on a huge golden carpet, and started to attack the rice fields with tools or robotic arms. As a result, the golden carpet was eroded little by little, gradually revealing the color of the soil under the rice stubble. The completely golden carpet was destroyed and turned into a mottled and impure rag.

Of course, this change that does not seem to conform to aesthetic views is the most wonderful thing in the eyes of farmers. Because the harvest of rice means that this year's harvest has entered the granary, the heart that has been hanging has also been let go.

High yield does not mean a bumper harvest. Before the grains are returned to the warehouse, no matter how fruitful the fields are, experienced old farmers cannot be completely relieved. Because at this time, more natural disasters may launch fatal attacks on rice fields that are about to be harvested, such as wind, heavy rain, etc.

These days, Wu Fang and the others have taken leave to go home to collect rice. Except for coming to feed ducks every morning and evening, Cen Jiahua can only take care of the breeding farm at other times. Mr. Mo, who originally lived on the dam, returned to the provincial capital because of something, and Cen Jiahua was left alone on the huge dam.

Not only that, the originally lively construction site also had to temporarily suspend work because the helpers went home to harvest in autumn, and turned into a quiet place. After finishing all the work every day, the somewhat bored Cen Jiahua would take Doudou to the hill next to the courtyard to see the busy working situation of the farmers at the foot of the mountain.

After several days of observation, Cen Jiahua found that the harvesting process of farmers was not as romantic or poetic as written in the poem, but was full of more hardships. Even though he gradually had the help of agricultural machinery in his heart, he had to make great efforts every time he collected a piece of food.

Cen Jiahua heard from Lao Chen that a mu of land can produce up to 500 kilograms of rice. Calculated at the market price of 2.4/kg, it can earn up to 1,200 yuan. However, the cost of farming, seeds, fertilizers, pesticides, harvesting and other expenses will be deducted. The profit that a mu of land can leave is about 500 yuan.

It takes a total of 4 months for rice to be sown and harvested. During these four months, farmers treat rice as another child and take care of it carefully, for fear of a slight mistake. After four months of hard work, they can get this pitiful few hundred yuan, and the work and effort every day is not counted.

According to Lao Chen, the average person in Rongshu Village is one acre of paddy fields. If it is a family of four and only grows rice, it will be more than 2,000 yuan per season and 4 months. Therefore, it is difficult to solve the problem of food and clothing by just wanting to farm. People try their best to carry out other side businesses so that they can gradually get rid of poverty.

Planting trees, raising fish, going out to work, doing small business,... In short, under the pressure of survival, people can always burst out with amazing energy and find ways to make money everywhere. After Lao Chen's explanation, Cen Jiahua clearly understood the basic situation in the countryside. Cen Jiahua, who originally thought that rural life was not bad, then realized the sufferings of half of the farmers' lives.

This is still in places like Rongshu Village with mountains, water and fields. If there are many mountains and few lands, Cen Jiahua could not imagine how hard people's lives would be.

At this time, Cen Jiahua couldn't help but feel very ashamed of some of his previous views in the provincial capital. Cen Jiahua, who grew up in a honeypot, did not understand the sufferings of the people at all, and even once became disgusted with the migrant workers who appeared in the city. Although he did not do anything that infringes on the rights and interests of migrant workers, he did stay away from them.

After learning the truth, Cen Jiahua was silent. He felt that he should do something for the villagers of Rongshu Village so that he could enjoy a comfortable and happy place with peace of mind. Otherwise, he would be spending time making money and enjoying life in the reservoir, but the villagers at the foot of the mountain still worked hard every year, but still earned little money. Cen Jiahua would feel that he could no longer sit still.

What to do? How to do it? These are two questions!
Chapter completed!