The reunion festival is over, and everyone who needs to go has left, and the village has returned to its previous calm.
Everyone is still heavy and repetitive. The sweet potatoes are average, but the sorghum is not so good. It is estimated that the production will be much lower than last year.
In the end, I decided to water again. Now is the time for the crops to fill, and watering is definitely beneficial.
Still Zhang Hongmei went to the pool. He is familiar with the road, this job is already very familiar.
It took nearly a month to finish watering, and it was time to harvest autumn. Zhang Hongmei did not see any effect from the watering, but the old people in the village said that the watering was timely this time, and it is estimated that even if the production is reduced, the difference will not be too much. up.
Without stopping, they began to harvest the sweet potatoes on the mountain. Because it was discovered that outsiders entered the village and entered the mountain. It's not selfish, but selflessness is also based on one's own ability.
This year is a little more than last year. But the output is not as good as last year.
The size of the sweet potatoes is not too big. Zhang Hongmei guessed that this is not only a problem of drought, but also has a lot to do with the thin land, which is too short of fertilizer. It may also be due to repeated stubble.
It's better to separate the sweet potatoes into grades and carry them down the mountain, so that storage is also convenient.
Liu Maocai is still keeping accounts in the warehouse.
Three days later, all the sweet potatoes were put into the warehouse, still the first class. There were also small sweet potatoes (that is, the ones that went into the cellar of Wangen potatoes), and the women who were injured by picks sliced ??them to dry.
Liu Maocai reported the output to everyone before dinner. Last year it was 12,800 catties, and the first class had 9,000 catties. This year it was 12,800 catties, but the first class was only 7,000 catties. And it is nearly one-third more land than last year.
Although everyone is a little sad about the low yield, there is yield after all, and they are also mentally prepared for the sweet potato yield in the field.
What to do the next day, the men carried all the sweet potato seedlings down the mountain, and they had to save them, because the winter forage for cattle and sheep was pointed at them.
Two days later, I finished memorizing all the sweet potato seedlings, and started to harvest all kinds of melons. Zhang Hongmei would plant a few pumpkin seeds in different places on weekdays when she went to the mountains to herd sheep. They picked them all, and in the evening, everyone had a meal of sorghum rice porridge and stir-fried young pumpkins with peppers.
The radish and cabbage are still small, so they can only be removed before the frost.
It took only a week for the sweet potato seedlings and sweet potato chips to dry up, and after they were collected, the sweet potatoes in the field began to be harvested.
The sweet potatoes in the field are plowed by old oxen. This year Zhang Hongmei trained the old cattle to go up the mountain, but the sweet potatoes on the mountain did not use the cattle, because the soil is relatively wetter than the field, and it is not too strenuous to plan with a pick. But the ground is not good, it is too dry.
It took a whole month to harvest the eight hundred acres of sweet potatoes. In the end, only 30,000 catties of the first class were put into storage, and the remaining 50,000 catties were also cut up. This is a long-term job, and now the threshing field is filled with people almost all the time.
Zhang Hongmei, who was tired from cutting sweet potatoes on the ground, could not lift her arms every day, and her butt hurt. She still has a cheating device, but others have to carry it.
Erya also felt the pain, and made up her mind to study hard.
Slices of dried sweet potatoes are hanging on the wheat threshing ground, each performing its own duties, even if there are a few who are lazy, it will not be too much.
Just when everyone was in full swing, the head of the township brought the heads of the surrounding villages over. Because some children came to inform in advance, Liu Maocai and Wang Hongxi put down their work and hurried over.
"Wang Hongxi, you are a villain, but you pretend to be sad when you ask you all day long, can you still pretend now?"
"That's right. You're not authentic. If you eat meat and give it some soup, you'll be hit. Why hide it?"
"That's right. You are full and we are almost dying of hunger. Is this suitable for the folks in this village to live?"
The three provocative ones, you talk to me, provoking things.
Wang Hongxi laughed on the sidelines, but Liu Maocai didn't reply, and the scene was awkward.
The mayor coughed, "Wang Hongxi, we came here today to see your harvest."
"Is the township chief watching here? Or should we go to the brigade headquarters for a while?"
The people in the whole wheat threshing field were silent, they all stopped their work and watched them quietly.
The township head also felt embarrassed, "Everyone is busy, let's take a look."
The old lady also sat on the ground and cut sweet potato chips, and then started to dry them, and everyone followed suit.
Liu Maocai stood aside and didn't say a word, it's just that the group of uninvited people took a step forward, and he also took a step forward, and he also went east when they went east. It's even more embarrassing now.
"Liu Maocai is a visitor, you are looking for a thief."??? "
"The thief is not seen now, but the robber is not necessarily."
"You, I'm here to visit and discuss experiences."
"That's good. We didn't wait for this little crop all summer. We don't want anyone to come and eat the ready-made crops."
After Liu Maocai finished speaking, the rest of the people who came with him felt ashamed. The personal relationship with Liu Maocai was good before, but now it has become like this.
"The township chief, Maocai, Hongxi, I have something to do, so I will leave first."
"Together, I'm going back too. If I have the time, I might as well dig more wild vegetables. Let's go!"
Seven people left one after another, and now only the village head, the three troublemakers, and Zhang Hongqi are left.
"Major, it's time for dinner, let's go and visit our cafeteria." Wang Hongxi received a hint from his wife just now, and warmly invited the five of them to visit the cafeteria.
"That's great, we haven't eaten serious food for a long time, let's go, eat Wang Hongxi today."
"It's not about eating me. I have nothing. This belongs to the collective."
Wang Hongxi's one-word chat ended again.
The township head really wanted to turn around and go back, but he thought in his heart that Liujiatun, the only one in the township, could harvest food. He didn't want to grab it. people.
When we arrived at the cafeteria, we could only hear the clinking of pots and pans. The people who came back from the field all carried their own bowls and stood in line, watching them quietly.
"Come on, come on. Everyone sit here, we are going to have dinner soon, and I will serve it."
"No, we'll just queue up and fight by ourselves, that's why we have to prepare jobs for us."
"It's okay, I'll bring it right away, I asked my son to go back and get it. Since the guests want to line up, they should be in the front line, or it will appear that the people in Liujiatun are not sensible?"
Today's lunch is a vegetable mixed with sweet potato leaves. The sweet potato seedlings are chopped and mixed with wild vegetables to make a paste of sweet potato noodles.
Although there was a drought, there was relief food, but Liujiatun didn't go to collect it. At that time, everyone guessed that Liujiatun didn't like Chen Liang. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com