At this time, on the golden fields.

Rays of sunlight shone through the clouds onto the earth. The busy team members waved their sickles and harvested the wheat skillfully.

Teenagers quickly tied up the harvested wheat and carried it onto the cart.

Later, it was transported to the threshing ground by older uncles.

In the threshing ground, older grandparents, with a group of children, were turning over and drying the grain, while also watching to prevent the birds from snatching the wheat away.

Noon.

Every household took out the lunch they had prepared in the morning, sat in the fields and gulped it down, then continued to harvest crops frantically under the scorching sun.

They had to harvest the grain in the fields as quickly as possible because the grain still needed to be dried, winnowed, and cleaned from weeds, among other things.

After all the food is cleaned up, it must be divided into three levels according to upper, middle and lower...

The best first-class food is given to the country, the second-class food is given to the collective, and the worst third-class food is left for the brigade to eat.

If the harvest is good, everyone can get some good food. If the harvest is bad, everyone will have to tighten their belts after eating the public grain.

When eating public grain, you must ensure that the grain you eat is full, dry and clean.

If the grain station fails to pass the inspection, it will be re-dried if it is not dry enough, it will not be accepted if it is not clean, and it will not be accepted if the attitude is not good...

Lei Dahai was at the grain drying ground at this time, telling the old men in the brigade: "Uncle San, you have worked hard to look after the children. You must make sure the grain is dried."

"Don't worry, I've been doing this for so many years, how could I not know? You can come and inspect it when the time comes, and it won't be wrong."

"Okay, then I'll give it to Uncle San. I'll go check out the fields first."

The team leader watched everyone do each step of the work in place, hoping to complete it all at once when the time came.

Other times, after working so hard for so many days, I still have to suffer at the grain station.

After a week of hard work, everyone finally stored all the food in the granary.

The captain was half relieved of the worry he had been carrying, but he still had to wait until he got the public grain before he could be completely relieved.

There were still some corn and soybeans in the fields that had not been harvested, so the team leader arranged for everyone to harvest them together as usual.

Otherwise, if you are unlucky and it rains, the crops will rot in the ground.

After everyone had harvested the last bit of food, they also had to collect the corn stalks and wheat stalks.

Wheat straw can also be used as food for livestock and cannot be thrown away.

After the team members collected the grain from the brigade, they rested for two days and then collected vegetables grown in their own private plots to make pickles.

In winter, when there are no fresh vegetables to eat, they rely on these pickled and dried vegetables.

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Ding-ling… Ding-ling…

The sounds of bicycle bells rang out in the Shanhe Brigade. The postman often came to Lei Dashu's house, asked a few questions, and found out that Si Yueyue was Lei's wife, so he came directly to Lei's house.

"Si Yueyue, I have a letter for you, Si Yueyue..."

Zhao Cuilan wiped her hands on her apron and walked out of the yard: "Comrade, I'm Si Yueyue's mother-in-law. Can I help her receive the letter?"

"Isn't she home?"

"My daughter-in-law is still in confinement after giving birth, so it's not convenient for her to go out."

"Okay, let her pick one herself next time."

"Okay, okay, next time she will be out of confinement and can get it herself."

"Okay, then you sign your name. I'll give you the letter after you sign..."

"Why do you need an autograph even though you've already delivered it home?"

"Of course it must be done. This is the normal process. Otherwise, what if someone claims it for you?"

Zhao Cuilan nodded, thinking that what the comrade said was right. If she didn't sign, others wouldn't know who to contact if they got the money.

The postman looked at the signed name and asked again: "Are you Zhao Cuilan?"

"yes."

"Okay, take the letter. I'm leaving now. I have to deliver it to another family."

"Oh, that's good. Thank you for your hard work, comrade."

Zhao Cuilan watched the postman leave, then turned around and took the letter into the house to give to Si Yueyue.

Si Yueyue was lying on the bed feeling uncomfortable at this time.

Why do you feel uncomfortable?

Of course it’s because she’s in confinement and her family doesn’t let her take a bath, which makes her feel uncomfortable.

She wanted to take a bath in the first few days, but her mother-in-law and sister-in-law disagreed, so she had no choice but to accept her fate.

But the baby is almost a month old and is starting to stink. Last week, she persuaded her mother-in-law for a long time before she was allowed to take a bath, but she was not allowed to wash her hair.

Now she felt like she might have a colony of lice on her brain.

It’s not that Si Yueyue has never thought about entering the space to wash, but after washing, she will be clean, and everyone can tell when she is clean.