Yang Xiaotao came down and pointed at the thresher, "This is the thresher. It can be used to thresh wheat."
Mr. Yang and others immediately gathered around, touching here and there from time to time, with curiosity on their faces.
It is hard for them to believe that such a machine can defeat hundreds of people?
Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Xiaotao asked people to move the things brought back from the truck body back, and then began to prepare for work.
Under the guidance of Yang Xiaotao, the thresher was soon carried to the center of the threshing floor, and then the tractor was in place. Yang Xiaotao fixed the belt and looked at the fuel and water tanks. After everything was in place, Yang Xiaotao stood in front of the thresher.
Not far away, the villagers were ready. Yang Dazhuang stood opposite Yang Xiaotao. Mr. Yang led people to collect the wheat straw, and the remaining people performed their duties.
"It's time to do it, it's time to do it."
Yang Shitou shouted, shaking the tractor away with his arms, and then the thresher started.
There was a buzzing sound, and Yang Xiaotao immediately put the wheat into the machine, followed by the sound of tearing.
After a while, yellow wheat grains flowed out from the grain outlet below. The middle-aged woman holding the dustpan reached out and plucked the wheat. Feeling the temperature of the wheat, she picked up a grain and threw it into her mouth, biting it.
Feeling the hardness of the wheat grains, he laughed and talked to the people around him.
People around her couldn't hear what she said, but they could tell from the expression on her face that she was very happy.
When the dustpan is full, the woman picks it up, and the person behind her immediately picks it up. The woman carries the dustpan with the wheat to the drying area of the threshing floor, and then pours the wheat onto the ground.
A group of old people spread out their tools. Before the women could leave, the people behind them immediately ran over and knocked down the dustpans.
The woman was stunned, looked at the busy flow of people, and hurried to the back to queue.
For a time, people around were overwhelmed, and the scene was even more uproar.
In the middle of the afternoon, there was no sound of machinery on the threshing floor of Yangjiacun.
But there are people everywhere.
Someone put the dried wheat into a bag and prepared it to be handed over to the grain station.
Some people are still piling wheat, which still needs to cool overnight and then be packed when it is completely cool.
More people were still resting aside.
For most of the day, everyone was chasing after me.
Especially the women who were carrying dustpans to transport wheat were so tired that they could not straighten their backs.
In the end, if the men in the village hadn't stepped forward to help and took turns, no one would have cooked the meal tonight.
Yang Xiaotao was inspecting the threshing machine at this time and oiling the machine.
Throughout the day, the machine keeps running, and wear and tear is inevitable.
Yang Dazhuang and others looked on with stars in their eyes.
"This thing is really powerful."
"It's only been so long and I've done so much. It's so fast."
Yang Dazhuang sighed with emotion. Uncle Jiu next to him was recording the accounts. After hearing this, he went to the machine and knocked on the machine. "Isn't that right? If we do the rest ourselves, it will take at least a week to pack the bags."
"Uncle Jiu, have you calculated how much it weighs?"
Someone asked, and Uncle Jiu stuffed the notebook into his waist, and then glanced at the person, "It's so fast, do you think you have time to weigh in?"
People around me were a little disappointed when they heard this, and wanted to know how many pounds they weighed.
However, Uncle Jiu touched his beard and said, "I'll touch it, at least it's 20,000 pounds."
"real?"
"It's almost the same."
The people around him immediately cheered after hearing this. In the past, if we harvested so much grain, it would be faster in a week. If the weather was bad, we would have to postpone it.
Everyone looked at the threshing machine with shocked eyes.
This is the fact, it’s okay not to accept it.
"This machine just drinks oil too fast."
Yang Shitou said on the side, and the people around him nodded again.
Their farm has a share of diesel fuel, and every time the farming season is busy, some oil will be specially approved.
But after half a day, the oil is used up much faster than before.
"Just use it. Let's finish it early and plant corn early."
"That's right. Planting now is half a month earlier than usual. This year we can plant more crops and harvest more."
When everyone talked about the work in the fields, everyone became excited again.
The more you sow, the more you will reap.
Usually, due to the season, many things will be missed.
"By the way, I heard that there is also a machine for threshing corn?"
Speaking of growing corn, Mr. Yang asked from the side, and everyone's attention was attracted again.
"Yes, but now the factory is busy making threshing machines, and we haven't started making this kind of machine yet."
"We expect to start working around August, and we can catch up with the autumn corn harvest by then."
Hearing what Yang Xiaotao said, everyone immediately became happy.
Harvesting corn every year is hard work, and shelling corn is even more tiring work.
Previously, a machine factory had made a hand-operated thresher, which was much better than a purely hand-operated one.
But now that they have seen the benefits of corn threshers, people have more expectations for corn threshers.
After cleaning up the thresher, Yang Xiaotao explained to Yang Shitou and others how to maintain it and how to deal with the jamming problem, and then walked home.
As for the threshing machine, it will be left in Yangjiazhuang and will go to Gaojiazhuang tomorrow to help. It will also be used by surrounding villages in the future.
This can be considered a benefit that Yang Xiaotao has fought for for the village.
As for the follow-up matters, Yang Xiaotao is not in charge of it.
Night began to cover, and the stars overhead began to emerge.
People after a busy day begin to go home and enjoy relaxation after work.
When he got home, Ran Qiuye was preparing dinner.
In the yard, Miao Miao led her younger brothers and sisters to play eagle and catch chickens. No matter how the Dragon Boat Festival ran, Miao Miao would protect her two sisters behind her.
Quite like an old hen.
The Wangcai family sat at the door. The sultry heat of the evening made them have no desire to move. They all stuck out their tongues. When they saw Yang Xiaotao, they just lowered their heads and whined twice.
After washing his face in the yard, Yang Xiaotao walked into the house. Ran Qiuye had already put the food on the table.
"I heard that the work was done in one day? All the aunts and uncles in the village praised it."
Ran Qiuye placed his chopsticks, and Yang Xiaotao sat aside, "Well, there aren't many people in the village to begin with, but the speed is much slower than the past few days."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That's very fast. It was not easy to thresh wheat in the past."
Yang Xiaotao nodded, and then asked, "Where is the master?"
"My grandpa has gone to school. The old principal has a cough recently and is taking care of it at home. My grandpa lives in the school."
"Well, I'll go bring him food later."
Yang Xiaotao shouted twice outside, and the four children ran into the house.
"By the way, where is Sister Cuiping? Isn't she coming?"
Ran Qiuye sat aside, "I went back in the afternoon, saying that Lao Yu was back."
"When Lao Yu comes back, will he still tell her?"
"I don't know. The call was made to the village. Sister Cuiping went back after receiving it."
Yang Xiaotao frowned slightly, Lao Yu's job was no small matter.
No. 49 City, Sixth Hospital.
In the corridor, under the dim light, the doctors and nurses looked hurriedly.
After switching to plum blossom disinfectant, the smell of ammonia no longer existed, which greatly changed the perception of people coming to the hospital.
Of course, it would be better not to come this year.
No one wants to get sick.
However, there is never a shortage of patients in the hospital.
In the ward, Cuiping looked at Yu Zecheng who was leaning on the bedside, his eyes were red, and he almost spilled the chicken soup in his hand.
At this moment, Yu Zecheng's complexion was sallow and he looked like he had lost too much blood.
On his right shoulder, there was a large bandage, and there were faint traces of blood.
Cuiping held the bowl and fed the chicken soup to his mouth bit by bit.
Feeling his wife's unprecedented tenderness, Yu Zecheng felt uneasy.
"It's okay, isn't this good?"
"Other than a little anemia and a scar, there's nothing wrong with it."
"We'll be able to go down in a few days."
Yu Zecheng comforted Cuiping, but his voice was not as energetic as before, but rather tired.
"What are you doing down here? Can you cook or work?"
Yu Zecheng's tone paused, and he smiled with squinted eyes, "I can come down for a walk, and I'll hang out with you then."
"Let's go, go wherever you want, stay at home with peace of mind, and come out when it's settled."
"You still want to accompany me around. I want you to accompany me. Do you have time to accompany me?"
Cuiping accurately put the spoon into Yu Ze's mouth, blocked the next words, and then muttered, "Last time, I said that I wanted to find a sister for Shitou. Think about it for yourself, how long have you been saying this?"
"Duanwu now has two sisters. If we don't hurry up, we might get another sister."
Cuiping put the spoon in the bowl and it made a clanging sound, which made Yu Zecheng even more speechless.
I just feel some pain in my back when I'm lying down, but it's definitely not lower back pain.
Having children, both of them are in their forties, is a bit reluctant.
Especially for women of this age, giving birth is very dangerous.
Yu Zecheng wanted to persuade her to give up this idea.
But thinking about his wife's appearance as a wolf and a tiger, someone like him, who has been through the dragon's pit and the tiger's den, is a little unable to resist.
Besides, Yang Xiaotao, he still doesn’t understand how abnormal that guy’s body is?
Even if you are looking for someone to compare with, you have to find someone reliable.
Compared with this pervert, would he survive?
Yu Zecheng felt that it was necessary for the veteran to change the formula of the medicinal wine, and at least mention its efficacy.
At least let him hold on a little longer.
"When did it happen?"
Cuiping also knew that it was a little off topic at this time, so he asked.
"This, about half a month ago."
"Then you were lying in the hospital? You were just willing to let me know today, right?"
There was some resentment as he spoke.
"Yu Zecheng, you are becoming more and more capable."
Cuiping spoke calmly, but there was sadness, fear and fear in his words.
"Well, I was injured at the time and I didn't even know where I was."
Yu Zecheng lowered his head and said.
For people like them, who have been walking on the edge of danger all year round, injuries are commonplace, and they may even wonder if one day, he will suddenly die.
If so, what will happen to his family?
Will Cuiping be sad?
After so many years as husband and wife, they have gone through ups and downs, but I haven't grown old with her yet.
And Xiao Shitou, I haven’t seen him grow up, get married and have children yet.
And those brothers, comrades, friends...
He will wonder, what will he think about when he really leaves?
Just like this time, if a bullet suddenly came out in the dark, if Xiao Liu hadn't pushed him, it wouldn't have hit his shoulder, but his heart.
Only after this happened did he realize that when that moment came, in addition to pain, it still hurt.
It hurts so much that I don't think about anything.
It hurts so much that you either die or don't know anything.
And when all this passes, I lie in bed and open my eyes, look at the sun, turn my head, and look at the sheets...
Only then did he realize that it was good to be alive.
"Then I woke up and was in the hospital. I thought, I have to get better before I can scare you. Otherwise, I won't be able to scare you anymore."
"If you don't feel better now, I'll be back immediately."
Yu Zecheng continued speaking, Cuiping turned around and snorted coldly, lowered his head and wiped his eyes.
It took a long time for Cuiping to calm down. She knew that maybe for the sake of her family, if she persuaded him to give up this job now, Yu Zecheng would have a high chance of agreeing.
But she understands her man. For him, this is not just a job, but a career and a belief.
"It's best not to tell me anything. If you die, I'll take the stone and remarry, so I won't have to worry about you."
Yu Zecheng felt relieved after hearing this. Sure enough, this was a familiar taste.
The mouth of the knife is like the heart of tofu.
And he was the loach that got into the tofu and provoked this soft and waxy heart.
"Wait for two days and then go back after being discharged from the hospital. The smell of this hospital is too strong, the air is full of disinfectant water, and the smell is uncomfortable."