The rice was drying in the threshing ground at this time, and every member who passed by consciously took a detour, for fear of stepping on it and wasting the grain.
After returning the tools to the warehouse and putting the work points book back into the finance office, Mo Yutong and his group of four slowly walked home.
After returning home, I started preparing dinner. I took out the leftover meat from yesterday from the space and made some stir-fried pork strips with sauce, mixed tomatoes with sugar, fried some yam, and made some pumpkin soup.
The delicious dinner time begins, everyone eats well and feels very happy.
The finishing work of cleaning up the dishes was still left to Yan Mingli.
After cleaning up the kitchen, he picked up the bucket and said to Mo Yutong, "There's not much water left in the vat. I'll go to the river to get two buckets."
"Be careful!" Mo Yutong, who was standing in front of the winnowing basket turning over mushrooms, looked up at him and gently reminded him.
"Brother, be careful." Yan Mingxue, who was busy feeding the chicks, also raised her head and waved hard at her brother.
"I'll be back soon!" Now that the group of kids that Xiong Yuan had instructed were keeping an eye on the Li family, he felt much more at ease.
After closing the gate, Yan Mingli walked along the path towards the small river at the entrance of the village.
There are two small streams in Pingshang Brigade. One comes out of the mountain behind Team 6 and passes through Team 1, and the other is right in Team 3, and then merges into a small river at the entrance of the village.
Logically speaking, Tongzi Commune is not short of water, and the members should live a good life.
But the commune had little arable land and the mountains were high. Other communes could grow two crops of rice a year, but they could only grow one. If it weren't for the harvests of corn, sweet potatoes and potatoes, their lives would be even more difficult.
The commune cadres were also worried and wanted to vigorously develop side businesses, but they basically ended in failure.
The only ones that are still barely surviving are the chicks from the Xiangyang Brigade and the reservoir fish from the Shizi Brigade.
After fetching water from the small river near the village entrance, Yan Mingli turned around and walked back without stopping.
But on the road, he met Xiong Yuan walking towards him. He was wearing a pair of gray Liberation shoes, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and walking with great vigor.
"Boss Yan!" When he saw Yan Mingli, he immediately ran forward happily. He looked like he really wanted to pounce on him if the bucket hadn't been in the way.
"Have you had dinner?" Since we have met, we can't help but exchange a few pleasantries.
Upon hearing this, Xiong Yuan immediately showed a satisfied expression and said gratefully, "This is all thanks to you. The lard rice you made is delicious!"
"Those are what you deserve." Yan Mingli smiled faintly and did not take credit for it.
"Boss Yan, starting from tonight, the militia and members of the commune have to take turns to guard the threshing ground. I have applied for the night watch and will go and keep an eye on it." Xiong Yuan winked at him.
Yan Mingli understood what he meant, nodded, and walked past him to continue walking home.
Those who go to the threshing ground to guard the night will receive additional subsidies. The list will be registered by the team leaders and then handed over to the team accountant for direct summary.
So even though the autumn harvest is very hard every year, there are still many people vying to go on night watch.
However, although night watch is tiring, not everyone can go. The selected members must have good family background.
After all, we are protecting the rice. If someone steals the rice, what will be lost is not only the country's public grain, but also the common interests of everyone.
As for Xiong Yuan's ability to go, Yan Mingli felt that it was both reasonable and somewhat unexpected.
After all, the image of Er Laizi is too deeply rooted in people's minds, and most people's impression of him is that he is a street urchin who does not work properly.
However, he was the only one left in his family, so the brigade took the attitude of helping as much as possible out of both emotion and reason.
Soon Yan Mingli returned home carrying two buckets of water. The water was already heated in the pot in the kitchen, and Yan Mingxue was taking a bath in the utility room.
In the chicken coop under the firewood shed, the chicks are chirping happily, and the clothes on the clothesline are fluttering gently in the breeze. Everything seems so warm and beautiful.
After fumigating with mugwort and taking a bath, and waiting until the children were asleep, Mo Yutong waved to the boy in the expectant eyes.
The young man walked up to her happily, with a cautious look in his eyes as if he wanted to ask something but didn't dare to.
"Take the straw mat to the next room, I'll be there soon." Mo Yutong looked at him with amusement and said softly.
"Hmm? Oh, sure!" Still need to move the straw mat? The boy's ears felt hot, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, then deftly dragged the straw mat out from under the bed.
He didn't dare to look at the little girl, but strode quickly to the next room, spread the straw mat on the clean ground, and sat down at the table politely waiting for her.
When Mo Yutong walked in with a bottle of active oil without its packaging and plastic seal, she saw the young man sitting upright with his back straight and his eyes lowered, looking well-behaved.
"Yutong!" Seeing her come in, the young man immediately raised his eyes to look at her, his long eyelashes casting a lovely shadow in the night light.
"So good!" After all, he was only nineteen years old. Even though he was sometimes fierce and violent, he showed more of the tenderness of a teenager when facing her.
"Go lie down on the straw mat and I'll rub your waist." She raised the small bottle in her hand.
"Okay!" The young man quickly lay down on the straw mat, put his hands under his cheeks, and tilted his head to look at her.
The soft look in her eyes made her heart tremble again and again. She couldn't help but squat down and pinch his handsome face, "Close your eyes and don't look at me."
"Yutong, but I want to see you." Although he said this, the boy still obediently buried his head in his arms.
Without any visual perception, the boy's hearing became extremely sensitive. He pricked up his ears and listened to the rustling sounds in the room and the "bang bang" sounds coming from his chest.
The hem of his clothes was gently lifted, exposing the boy's most sensitive waist to the air. A slight breeze blew past, causing his pores to tremble uncontrollably.
He buried his head deeper, pursed his lips tightly, and tightened his muscles inch by inch, so stiff that he dared not relax.
"Brother Li, don't be afraid, I will massage you, it won't hurt you." If she hadn't seen so many young men massaging their waists and legs after work, she wouldn't have known that harvesting rice could be so tiring.
No wonder all the people wielding the knives in the fields are strong laborers, and the strong women can only do the work of carrying grain baskets and pushing wheelbarrows.
"Hmm!" The young man responded sullenly, gradually relaxing his muscles.
Soon, the faint aroma of sweet wine filled his nostrils, and then a pair of soft and warm hands covered his waist. He opened his eyes, blinked, then closed them tightly and pursed his lips even tighter.
But he didn't dare to tense his muscles anymore, so he had to hold on and let the girl's delicate palms slowly rub along the texture of the muscles towards his waist, and then slowly from his waist to his spine.
Over and over again, so gently that he actually felt a little sleepy, until the little girl increased her strength, he woke up from his trance.
All the feelings instantly stayed on those soft little hands, the waist gradually became hot, and the surging blood rushed through the body.
As the softness became stronger and stronger, a heat wave rushed into the lower abdomen, and then went further down, making the stimulation unbearable with each press.
He dared not move, and even dared not think rashly. His initial gentleness turned into a torturous soft knife.
This is going crazy! He clenched his fists and endured it, sweat oozing from the tip of his nose.
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