In recent years, with the continuous progress of society, people's lives have undergone earth-shaking changes. Now many things can be done without going out, and many commodities can be controlled remotely and arrive at home. Technology has changed people's lifestyle and also changed the way people communicate.

Deep in my memory, adults always finished tea before dawn and were busy in the field outside. When I heard the voices outside the door, I opened my eyes in a daze, rubbed my eyes and walked out slowly. Now under the night, a group of people were busy in the field. Although it was still far from the sun, each of them wore a straw hat. While they were busy, they were talking and laughing, which seemed extremely harmonious.

This is a season of harvest. The adults are busy grinding wheat. After harvesting the wheat, they use a cart to pull it to their homes. After drying it, they spread all the wheat and crush it with a tractor, and finally collect the wheat grains.

Since milling wheat requires a lot of labor, everyone helps each other, today your house will crush you, tomorrow my house will crush you. Therefore, this kind of scene is very lively, even more lively than the New Year.

As dawn came, all the wheat was spread out in the center of the venue. With the roar of the tractor, the most handsome man in the audience appeared. He drove a strange-looking tractor to the venue, and first walked around the middle of the high-mounted wheat straw for a few times, and the wheat straw was ruthlessly overwhelmed by the tractor.

Watching the driver rise and fall on the tractor, it felt like it should be a very beautiful experience. While the tractor was resting in the middle, we secretly climbed onto the tractor and imagined the feeling of driving the tractor in circles. As soon as the driver came out, he immediately jumped off the tractor and pretended to be nothing.

Later on, you will understand why everyone wears a straw hat. It is not just sun protection, but its larger purpose comes from soil protection. When it comes to the scene, the entire field is covered with soil fog. Everyone walks around in the soil fog and forks the ground wheat straw to a designated position.

The part I look forward to most is when we are hitting the haystack. On the high haystack, we are like Sun Dasheng who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago, constantly fighting, wrestling desperately, and jumping hysterically. The bigger the haystack is, the bigger our stage is.

The most experiencing the cooperation of the working people is the stage.

The tractor drove a fan, which rotated clockwise, causing a strong wind to blew up opposite the fan. The "masters" were fully armed and stood on standby opposite the fan.

As one of the people raised the wheat grains to the ground, everyone rushed up and threw the wheat grains into the air in unison. The wind took away the soil fog and wheat shells, leaving behind golden wheat grains, falling heavily on the ground.

A technical job appeared, and grandpa came on the stage with a new broom. He took light steps to put the debris on the wheat grains aside. From grandpa's techniques, he could see that this was an experienced farmer.

I asked my grandfather curiously: "Grandpa, why are you the same as a martial arts person?"

Grandpa smiled and said to the people present: "Don't look at listing, it also requires certain skills, otherwise you can't list wheat!" After that, Grandpa continued to use his skills, and the people present watched the performance with great enthusiasm.

When it was almost dark, basically all the work was almost over. The wheat was neatly packed in the bag. My father and mother looked at the hard work of the year, and their faces were filled with joy and satisfaction.

After crushing the wheat from his home, my father went to help others every day, and it took nearly half a month to finish it.

At that time, everyone's financial conditions were not very good, but to thank the people who helped, they basically had enough beer, so they bought as much as they could, and the same was true for watermelon. In the hot sun, hiding in the shade and drinking beer, I felt leisurely and leisurely.

Later, a "out of the air" appeared, dispersing the group of people who cooperated. They no longer fought in groups, but chose to use the production method of sweeping away the snow in front of their doors. Technology helped people reduce their labor, but eliminated people's most harmonious way of cooperation. The laughter of the past turned into a harsh roar of machines, and the beer and watermelon of the past became a person's exclusive enjoyment. They had no taste and were no longer sweet to eat. People thanked the new things brought by technology. After all, their appearance brought efficiency.

Maybe people are also missing that stage, although they are sweating profusely, they are very happy.
Chapter completed!