The half-hour journey was completed quickly. When Lang Mo and Alan arrived at the rice field of Uncle Zhang's house, there were already more than a dozen people there, including young men and women, as well as children aged eleven or twelve and the elderly. They were
Work in full swing. Harvesting rice is actually very simple, just cut off the ears of rice and shake off the grains on the ears. If you are on a large farm and have a harvester, it is a one-stop service and does not cost too much.
But harvesters are not available everywhere. In rural areas, threshing machines are generally used to throw away the grains. This threshing machine looks like a boat, with a large drum inside pretending to be used to throw off the rice.
The grains on the ears. What drives the drum are gears installed on both sides of the drum. The rotation of the gears relies on human power. It uses a thick wooden board to step on one foot to transmit power. It is a very laborious physical effort.
Live, commonly known as "threshing machine" in rural areas.
In the rice field, two young men stepped in front of the threshing machine, making it whine like it was equipped with a motor. They kept taking the ears of rice handed over by the women and children and put their hands into the threshing machine.
The machine rotates, causing the grains to fall off. Naturally, Alan is going to cut the ears of rice, and Lang Mo can't do other jobs, but he can do the mindless physical work of "stepping on the threshing machine". So,
He replaced a young man, imitating others, and also trampled the threshing machine very fast. Several farmers saw it and praised: "Principal Lang, I really can't believe that it is so powerful! Not bad, not bad!"
At first, Lang Mo thought it was fun, but soon he felt that the foot on the threshing machine began to hurt. What was even more terrible was that the broken rice ears and the burrs on the rice ears were...
It rushed towards me headlessly, making my whole body itchy and very uncomfortable. As time went by, the sun became more and more intense, and the rice fields suddenly became like a steamer, making it so hot that I couldn't breathe.
Sweat suddenly soaked Lang Mo's whole body. He raised his eyes and looked at the others. They were all dripping with sweat and their whole bodies were soaked. They looked like they were fished out of water. But their faces showed happiness.
With a smile on his face, he did the work at hand neatly. After all, this was the harvest season. Seeing this, he was embarrassed to say rest, so he had to bury his head and step on the threshing machine like an old cow.
The morning passed quickly and it was time to have lunch. But for Lang Mo, his right foot stepping on the threshing machine seemed to be paralyzed, which was called "tired". Lunch was provided by Uncle Zhang
He and Aunt Zhang carried two wooden buckets over from home. Aunt Zhang followed behind, carrying a load of water. The place to eat was under the big tree beside the rice field. Uncle Zhang, a hunchbacked old man, first
The food was distributed one by one, and then he shouted: "It's time to eat!" This was how lunch started.
Although he was just eating a simple meal and had been tired all morning, Langmo, who was sitting under the shady tree, still ate with gusto. While he was eating, he glanced towards Alan. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Alan was sitting far away, as if he was trying to avoid it.
Lang Mo. 'Could it be that she was frightened by that little episode in the morning?' Lang Mo was thinking. Uncle Zhang smiled and brought him some vegetables again. At the same time, he picked out some meat from the bucket and pointed it towards Lang Mo.
He put it in his bowl and said: "Principal Lang, thank you so much! I didn't expect that you came to help me, an old man, on the first day you came here. I'm so touched. Come and eat more, eat more, you're welcome." Lang
Mo was a little embarrassed by Uncle Zhang's enthusiasm and said: "Uncle, you are too polite. I have nothing to do in school, so why not come here to exercise and experience rural life? That is not a bad thing."
Aunt Zhang, who was adding water to everyone next to her, said after hearing this: "Look, what a good young man. It would be great if Alan could find such a husband!" When Lang Mo heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Alan is not married?
? No, she looks like she is not thirty, but twenty-seven or eighty-eight. After hearing this, Alan said in embarrassment: "Auntie, look at you!..." Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang said quickly: "Oh, my daughter.
, Don't be offended, I talk too much, I should be slapped." After saying that, he glanced at Long Mo intentionally, and several other adults smiled knowingly.
After dinner, because the sunshine at noon was too strong, everyone had about two hours of rest time under the tree. Everyone was very tired and did not want to chat, so they rested separately. Seeing that Alan had been ignoring him, Lang Mo had to be alone.
He lay down casually on the ground and prepared to have a good sleep. He was also very tired. At this moment, a little girl with two pigtails came to him and asked: "You are the new big bad wolf principal of our school."
"?" Lang Mo took a look and saw that the girl was the little guy who worked with them, named Yingzi. She had a round face and was a very cute little girl. Lang Mo smiled and said: "Yingzi, my name is not Dahui."
Principal Wolf. My name is Principal Lang!" "Principal Wolf? What's the difference between that and the Big Bad Wolf Principal? Aren't they both wolves?" When everyone who was relaxing heard this, they laughed again. When Lang Mo heard this, he touched it
He rubbed the back of his head, because this question was not easy to explain. Unexpectedly, Alan suddenly said: "Yingzi, yes, he is the Big Bad Wolf Principal. From now on, you will call your principal this way." Lang Mo couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this.
In the afternoon, I naturally continued to work. By the time I finished work, it was almost seven o'clock. After the rice harvest was completed, the grains had to be picked back to the village and then dried in the sun. A load of millet weighs about one hundred kilograms. For
Lang Mo, a big man, naturally had to carry millet. One pole and two baskets filled with rice. When Lang Mo first carried it on his shoulders, he didn't feel it was too heavy. But the rice fields were several miles away from the village.
Less than halfway through the journey, he felt overwhelmed. His feet were as heavy as lead, and his shoulders were burning, more like burning. He really wondered why those short women could carry a load of millet and sway.
, running like flying, but he is like a Donald Duck, crooked and slowly falling behind. This is simply a man's shame.
As soon as Lang Mo fell behind, Alan had no choice but to accompany him to the village. Alan was in front and Lang Mo was behind. Looking at Alan's round buttocks twisting and turning while picking grains, Lang Mo was grinning tiredly from behind.
The pain was so painful that I could barely breathe, but my heart was full of lust and fantasies. Alan asked as he walked: "Do you want to take a rest?" "No!" "Don't show off!"
"Don't worry, I promise to carry the millet back to the village." Lang Mo replied while gritting his teeth. Now he felt that the strength of his two feet should not be a problem, but it was really uncomfortable for his shoulders to be pressed by the pole. But he was embarrassed to say that.
Stop and rest, otherwise it will be too embarrassing. The only way is to keep switching the pole between the left shoulder and the right shoulder.
Finally, Lang Mo carried a load of millet back to the village drying field. As soon as the load was released, he was like unloading a mountain. He stood on the ground with his waist bent, panting like a broken bellows. When Alan saw this, he was surprised.
He laughed and shook his head. Lang Mo had no choice but to make a face.
After dinner at Uncle Zhang's house, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Everyone dispersed and went back to their homes. Uncle Zhang's home is at the entrance of the village, and Long Mo lives farthest. He is at the end of the village. Everyone went back together together.
When we arrived at home, in the middle of the village, only Alan and Langmo were left. The others had already reached their homes on the road ahead.
Country people get up early and go to bed early. If it were not the busy farming season, many people might have gone to bed by now. When Lang Mo and Alan came to the front of Xiaoyun Restaurant, although the lights in some villagers' houses were still on
It's on, but no one can be seen on the village street. Alan: "I'm here. I'm tired today. You should go back and rest early. Tomorrow, I have to help Uncle Zhang. Are you still going?"
Lang Mo smiled and said: "Go, of course!" "By the way, remember to take a hot bath when you go back, otherwise it will be difficult to recover your strength." "Okay, I understand." Lang Mo walked towards the school a little reluctantly.
Because he wanted to sit in the restaurant for a while. Before walking a few steps, Alan suddenly said: "Wait a minute, I will go to school with you." After saying that, he entered the restaurant and took out Longmo's shoes.