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After the rapeseed and wheat are harvested and returned home, they become clean after being sieved, sieved, and filtered by a windmill several times.
The weather in summer is basically stable in the sun, with little rain.
During this time, the grain will be repeatedly taken out to dry.
Move it out in the morning, turn it over a few times in the middle, and take it back in the afternoon, and repeat this process for a long time until it is completely dry.
After the wheat and rapeseeds were harvested, the fields were emptied.
The dry land stretches as far as the eye can see, and it seems to use the desolation at this moment to send off the Labor Day that has passed away.
Granny is basically rooted in the nearby fields these days.
After the harvester has harvested the wheat, there are still a lot of ears and grains left in the field.
Grandma usually goes out in the morning, returns at noon, and goes out again after the sun sets in the afternoon. A small scorpion, a small bag, a small broom, and a straw hat, these are grandma's equipment.
It was just dawn, and taking advantage of the coolness of the morning, the surrounding fields were almost filled with middle-aged and elderly women from the nearby woods. Everyone worked at sunrise and returned at sunset to pick up the lost grains of wheat.
The grains of wheat and the ears of wheat were picked up by grandma and piled up every day, and there are hundreds of catties of harvest!
The wheat grains in the wheat field have been harvested several times by humans, and many birds have pecked at them, so there are not many that can really stay.
After a short period of excitement and nearly a week of silence in the field, it ushered in the day of turning over.
In summer, there is abundant rain, and the water source in the ditch is continuous.
Fields are irrigated with sufficient water, and then plowed by tractors to the state needed for the next season.
The land that has just been plowed is full of mud, and the water on it is turbid.
Transplanting rice seedlings is the next key project.
There are only a few days that can be called the busy farming season every year.
The traditional method of transplanting rice seedlings requires connecting thin lines in the plowed field, measuring the width, and planting the seedlings one by one.
And we have recently introduced a new method: throwing seedlings!
The essence of the so-called throwing seedlings lies in the word throwing.
After being specially treated, the planted seedlings are lifted to the edge of the field, thrown into the air, and scattered in the field, which is called throwing seedlings.
A two-foot-long, one-foot-wide plastic plate, with small holes in the middle that are next to each other, like the size of a thumb. Put 3-5 grains of millet in one hole. After finishing, place the seedling tray on the cultivated land, sprinkle it with water, cover it with soil, cover it with a film, and wait for its growth.
? After a period of cultivation, the grains break open, take root and sprout, and slowly grow into seedlings.
Only at this time can throwing seedlings be carried out.
Pull out the seedlings, the emerald green seedlings are about 20 centimeters long, and a piece of soil the size of a fingernail is brought up at the root, which is the basis for the survival of the seedlings.
"Ren Tao, are you going to throw seedlings?" Dad asked.
"Come on, I'm going to try it too~!" Every year during the busy farming season, my parents would put down what they were doing and rush back to spend this time with their grandparents.
This also made me like the busy farming season from another angle.
? Although busy and tired, it is happier to be able to reunite with everyone.
Handfuls of seedlings are packed into dung bins, and then picked to the edge of the field where seedlings need to be transplanted today.
Two mu two, the largest single field in our family, the grandparents named it directly by the area, and they can intuitively feel its hugeness.
Grandpa, grandma and mother have been working in Ermuer for a long time.
After a year of testing, throwing rice seedlings has been greatly improved. This is a new technology introduced from other places. It was not accepted by everyone in the first year. They thought that the seedlings were thrown into the field randomly, and they might not even survive. Especially the kind of seedlings that are tilted and upside down, it is a waste of labor at first glance. results.
If it weren't for the grandparents who firmly believed in what the uncle said, they wouldn't dare to try this easily!
When the whole village was waiting to see our jokes, they never thought that the rice seedlings could grow better than the traditional transplanted rice seedlings! The survival rate is even higher! Production also rose a bit. The most important thing is to throw seedlings to save trouble!
For one mu of field, if it is transplanting rice seedlings, it will take two people almost a day.
However, throwing seedlings is simple, and the two of them finished throwing them in half a day, which greatly saved time and cost.
However, seedling throwing also has a fatal flaw: uneven throwing!
Especially after being thrown into the air, it is possible to gather together during the fall.
Therefore, there may be no seedlings in the east and west in the later stageSeedlings, or the situation where seedlings are too concentrated.
This year, some changes have been made in throwing rice seedlings, throwing in the field! It's no longer standing around the field ridge and throwing it around.
It's similar to transplanting rice seedlings, except that you don't need to bend over when throwing rice seedlings, and you can throw them quickly.
I also followed suit, holding a handful of seedlings, standing by the field, and began to throw seedlings.
Our left-hander is definitely different from everyone else. I hold a handful of seedlings with my right hand, pinch a few seedlings with my left hand, and quickly pull them out, then aim at the field and throw them out instantly.
With a sound of "ž~", the seedlings with mud clods fell to the ground freely and were accurately inserted into the thin mud.
"Huh?" Seems like a lot of fun?
"Ren Tao, are you able to throw it?" Mom stopped what she was doing and asked a few meters away.
"No problem! It's very simple!" After finishing speaking, I continued to pull out the seedlings and threw them into the soil again.
After several tests, I found that I can go faster
So
I started crazy mode!
"Swipe, swipe~"
"Swipe~"
The seedlings flew out of my hand one by one, like darts, nailed to the designated position accurately.
"Dangdangdang~" After the seedlings fell into the water, water splashes arose one after another.
I operate it alone, and I can't even see the movements so fast, and I'm doing it entirely by hand.
"Oh! Ren Taotao is so fierce! Planting seedlings like this, one person needs to count five!" The voices of aunts and big tits talking came from the field next door.
After throwing a handful of seedlings, I picked up the seedlings behind me and continued to throw them.
Grandma, aunt, mistress, more and more people stopped their way of life, walked out of the field, and came to the ridge near our field to watch me throw seedlings.
I also didn't expect that my actions would attract everyone's attention, which made me very embarrassed. Let's be shy! But don't look at me like that!
"Young people are flexible~"
"That's right, look at how fast he is!"
"That's right, a person who has never been able to survive has such a fast speed!"
Everyone's praises sounded one after another, and I can only respond to everyone with a smile.
After I joined, the hard-working throwing rice seedlings were dubbed with strange words such as fast hands and good eyes.
Everyone happily discussed these things.
There are even people who want to imitate my technique, but unfortunately they all end in failure.
Before noon, with the joint efforts of our family, Er Mu Er was all inserted!
Looking at the swaying seedlings, I felt nervous for a while. This way of playing will not lead to a situation of no crops, right? Then my sin would be great! Our family still relies on these seedlings to support ourselves! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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