The scene of a large combine harvester harvesting crops is very spectacular. The harvester drives past, like a beast with a big mouth, devouring the golden ears of rice in front of it. Bags of rice are automatically bagged, while the straw is
It was directly crushed and sprayed out from behind, flying high, and a carpet of straw crumbs was spread behind the harvester.
When the harvester drove to the roadside, everyone was busy unloading bags of rice from the harvester.
Laiwang hired five or six people to harvest. But unexpectedly, when it was time to harvest, all the people in the village, old and young, came running over.
Jin Gui took his summer vacation and returned to Zhaojiatun to spend time with his grandparents.
"Uncle Laiwang, please let me carry a bag. I've grown up and have a lot of strength." Jin Gui also squeezed to the side of the road where the rice was piled.
"Let's go, let's go. Why are children here making fun of us?" Qian Shuigan pushed Jin Gui aside, picked up a bag of rice and left.
Naturally, Laiwang would not ask Qian Shuigan and Zhao Sande to help harvest millet. These two people came here on their own. They came to help naturally for a purpose. After helping this time, Laiwang owed them a favor. In this countryside
Folks, it's really hard for Laiwang to do anything to them. At this time, if they ask any old man in the village to go to Laiwang to intercede, Laiwang is really too bad.
"Uncle Shuliang, why are they here?" Lai Wang asked.
"I didn't ask them to come over. Many young people in the village have come back to plant vegetables, but these two people can't be spared. Many people came here by themselves today. Everyone has benefited from you. You need help now, who can
Are you embarrassed to come over? Everyone who came to help said that helping you today is voluntary and does not cost you a penny. Everyone knows this. If you do a good job in Laiwang, everyone will benefit." Zhao Shuliang said.
"But these two people, I really don't want them to come," Lai Wang said.
"Who wants them to come? Through these events, everyone can see clearly. Look at the previous time. No one was willing to intercede for the two of them, and no one was willing to mix it into the dishes of their two families. They are
All the vegetables of the season are put on the street and sold at a cheap price. It is estimated that they will not even make a profit. Call them greedy. Don’t be soft-hearted this time. Whatever they say, don’t let go easily. Even if you agree in the end, you can’t.
We have to teach them a lesson. Otherwise, who in the village will be convinced in the future?" Zhao Shuliang said.
The four boys were carrying bags while discussing the farm's output.
"Tell me, how much does this bag of millet weigh? Normally, a bag of millet this big weighs fifty kilograms. But today, I feel like it's more than this bag of millet." Lao Si held the bag of millet on his shoulder.
He moved a little and turned back to Lao Liu and said.
"Well, you haven't seen how full the grains are. Moreover, the harvester separates them so cleanly. There is no grass residue at all. Even if the grains are not dried, they will not go bad even if they are taken back to the warehouse. This
A bag weighs more than sixty kilograms. In the past, only the kind of millet grown with farmyard manure could support such a heavy load," Lao Liu said.
"How many pounds of millet do you think Laiwang can harvest from this acre of land?" asked the fourth child.
Zhang Kaiquan chased after him with a bag of rice on his shoulders, "I estimate it can be at least a thousand or two."
"It's pretty good to get a thousand or two. After all, this is a new field, and it's early rice. If it's not enough, I think there's more. The harvester only harvested such a small area, which seems to be less than five minutes of land. There are almost ten bags.
Well, if you calculate sixty-five pounds per bag, the yield per mu is one thousand three hundred and four," said the fourth child.
"Then there's something wrong with your fourth son's vision. This is a good crop. It's still a bit difficult to achieve such a high yield. I think a thousand and one will be enough," Zhao Haiping said.
"Haiping, you have such a good eye. How much area is there in this area?" said the fourth child, pointing to the area just vacated by the harvester.
"I estimate there is about an acre of land." Zhao Haiping said.
"Then count how many bags of grain have been harvested?" Lao Si said, pointing to the pile of grain.
Zhao Haiping was shocked when he counted the numbers. There were twenty-three bags. Even if it weighed sixty pounds per acre, it was one thousand four hundred pounds of millet. Zhao Haiping had just carefully weighed the weight of the rice. Okay.
Guy, very heavy.
Haiping, do you want to make a bet?" Lao Si smiled.
"No, no, no. The yield of this millet is indeed not low." Zhao Haiping wiped the sweat from his head.
The fourth man loaded the millet into the car. Then he jumped out and ran back to the shop to drag a scale over.
"Let's see what the yield is like! Sixth brother, please carry a bag of millet over here. Weigh it down and see how much this bag of millet weighs. You can't even estimate it accurately." Old Four shouted.
Lao Liu actually picked up a bag of millet and ran over.
Laiwang came over and smiled, "How about it? How much does it weigh?"
"Lai Wang, please take a guess. Everyone can guess. Whoever guesses the furthest, invites everyone to draw the blue Lotus King." said the fourth child.
The blue Furong King is the most expensive cigarette in Laosi's store, with a pack costing thirty-five dollars.
"Sixty-five pounds." Lai Wang picked up a bag and weighed it.
"Seventy. At least seventy." Kaiquan said.
Zhao Shuliang came over and weighed it, "I guess it weighs sixty-seven pounds."
"Uncle Shuliang, your guess is too shabby. Just pick a middle number, and it won't be your turn to lose no matter what the weight is." The fourth child said with a smile.
"No, no, if you want to guess, you have to be a little further apart. Either guess the same number as them, or guess five. Otherwise, it won't count." Lao Liu also heckled.
"Fourth, why didn't you guess it yourself?" Zhao Shuliang asked.
"Why don't I guess? Let you finish guessing first, and then I will announce the correct answer. Aren't I worried that you will guess with me later?" said the fourth child.
"What about Lao Liu?" Zhao Shuliang asked.
"I guessed it, at least sixty-five pounds." Lao Liu said.
"I guess seventy is more, not less." After the fourth child finished speaking, he put the millet on the scale and began to adjust the weights.
"Sixty, that's too high. Adjust it a little more."
When the fourth child was adjusting the weights, everyone put their heads together.
"Sixty-five. Hey! It's still high. Adjust it further. Try setting it to seventy."
The fourth child gained five kilograms in one go. Unexpectedly, the scale shook a little and immediately stood up.
"Sure enough, it's more than seventy pounds. Okay, it's balanced. Come and see for yourselves. See how much it is." said the fourth child.
Everyone came together and saw that the scale stopped at thirty-six kilograms.
"Seventy-two pounds! This snakeskin bag can actually hold seventy-two pounds!" the fourth child said in surprise.
"Who had the lowest guess just now?" Zhao Shuliang asked.
"Who else? Come on! Come on! Come on, come out and smoke the Furong King quickly. One pack is not enough, just one. Others can have one pack. If you, the boss, only bring out one pack of cigarettes, you will not be able to smoke in the future.
I was laughed at to death." Lao Si laughed.
"Lao Si, do you have a blue hibiscus king there?" Lai Wang asked.
"Yes, why not? Do you want it? I'll get it for you." said the fourth child.
"Yes. Why don't you? Bring over all your Blue Hibiscus Kings. It's the first day of harvest. Let's try something new and celebrate together. Uncle Shuliang, do you understand this ceremony?" Lai Wang said with a smile.
[Try something new: Local custom. Every year when the early rice is about to be harvested, you go to the field to select a few ears of rice, peel them open with your hands, and cook them together with the old rice. Then you worship the gods to pray for good weather and good harvests. ]
"Why don't you know? It used to be done every year. No one does it now. It's not easy to do it. Let Wanxing sing a section and worship the world. Wait a minute and I'll ask you to prepare something. Try something new.
A ceremony is also required. After all, after harvesting so much millet in the first year, you should pay respect to the gods." Zhao Shuliang said.
He did what he said, and Zhao Shuliang immediately went to the field in front to pick a few ears of rice, and then asked a few kids to peel the millet together.
"Don't peel the new rice and put it in the mouth? If you eat the new rice without respecting the gods, be careful that the gods will blame you and make you grow a tail." Zhao Shuliang said.
"Grandpa, who are you lying to? The teacher said that only monkeys have tails. Humans evolved from monkeys and cannot grow tails." Jin Gui is no longer easy to fool.
"What do you teachers know? Grandpa eats more salt than he eats rice, and the bridges he crosses are longer than the distance he walks. Naturally, there are some things he doesn't know, and only grandpa knows." Zhao Shuliang said.
"The teacher said that there are no gods in the world. You are just superstitious." Jin Gui was not fooled by Zhao Shuliang.
Zhao Shuliang was speechless, "Why are you talking so much about peeling millet? Be careful when peeling you!"
Zhao Shuliang peeled a small handful of rice. When peeled, the rice was different from ordinary early rice. After peeling off ordinary early rice, there would be a layer of green skin. This kind of rice is generally called brown rice. It tastes different.
It’s not good, it’s very rough. But it’s very nutritious because the epidermis contains a lot of vitamins. But usually when processing refined rice, this layer of epidermis is removed so that the rice looks crystal clear. But Laiwang’s
After peeling off this early rice, although it has a green skin on the outside, it is so green that it makes people feel comfortable. A grain of rice is like a small grain of jade.
"Grandpa, why is this rice so beautiful?" Jin Gui said.
"This is brown rice. There is still a layer of skin on the outside that has not been removed." Zhao Shuliang said.
"Why do you want to remove it? Wouldn't it look better if you don't remove it?" Jin Gui said.
"If this layer of skin is not removed, the rice will not be glutinous, and the rice will be very hard, so it will naturally be difficult to eat. In the past, there were no rice mills in rural areas, so the rice was peeled off directly with a rice mill, and the rice was turned into brown rice.
It’s really unpalatable.” Zhao Shuliang seemed to be remembering something that happened a long time ago.
The fourth child brought cigarettes from home, and Lai Wang took cigarettes, one pack for each of them. In the end, the cigarettes were not enough.
"I'm sorry today. There are not so many blue hibiscus here in Laosi. There are still some in the breeding farm. Those who haven't received cigarettes now will get them when they go to the breeding farm to eat!" Lai Wang said. (
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