The wheat fields were swaying at the end of July. Although it had just rained, the wheat waves still surged where the wind blew.
Wan Feng walked while gazing at the wheat fields on the side of the road. Today's wheat was not good, and the ears of wheat did not seem very big, but it was not bad either, just an ordinary year.
It is estimated that there will be no heavy rain for ten days or half a month after this heavy rain. It will be time to harvest the wheat when the land cools down.
After the wheat is threshed and dried for a few days, a combine harvester pulled by a track tractor will go into the field to pick up the wheat.
After the wheat straw was picked up in front, some people in the back began to clear the land and burn the wheat straw.
Wheat straw has no economic value and cannot be burned as firewood like bean straw, so it can only be burned and used as ash.
The people who do this job are usually students who are at home during the summer vacation hired by the company. Of course, they have to be older, because there is no one idle in the company to do this during the autumn harvest, so they can only hire students.
After picking up the rice and burning the weeds during the day, the tractor pulls the Wuhua plow to turn the soil at night, and the wood ash is directly dumped into the ground to become tomorrow's fertilizer.
Wan Feng misses the days of burning the wasteland very much.
At first, each person in the company was given a box of matches. After lighting the matches on the straw pile, they used their hands to light the burning straw piece by piece.
August is the hottest month of the year. The high temperature plus the fire is a very painful experience.
But for students, these problems have been overcome. It is fun and they can make money.
How many young people don’t like killing and setting fires... Killing is fine.
Although their faces were all red from being roasted, they still enjoyed it.
Later, someone invented the method of burning wasteland using waste rubber belts.
Many of the machines in the company use rubber belts, so we have accumulated a large amount of that stuff.
Split the rubber tape, light one end of it in the wheat field, and then drag it slowly across the straw.
The person in front caught fire and the fire started burning behind him. For a moment, black smoke billowed and flames rose into the sky.
In this way, people can avoid being burned by fire and their work efficiency is greatly improved.
If you are lucky, you can even pick up a silly quail that was burned to death.
Quails are quite strange. I don't know what they are doing when they burrow into the straw. Sometimes they get burned to death stupidly.
Although such things are rare, they do happen from time to time.
Do you want to follow the students in the company to burn the fields in a few days?
Wan Feng didn't care about the 80 cents the company gave him a day, but it was still very tempting to set fires without restraint.
How many times in a person's life can he set fire for fun?
It was already 11 o'clock in the morning when the father and son returned home. Zhu Min was surprised that the father and son came back in such a short time and picked so many wood ears.
It happened that the weather outside was clear, so Zhu Min immediately took the fungus to the garden outside to dry it.
One hundred and twenty to thirty kilograms of black fungus were dried in the sun, forming a large black patch, which looked very beautiful as it shone in the sunshine after the rain.
After lunch, Jin Xingbin and Xu Jinguo came to Wan Feng mysteriously, saying that they were going to Yamanashi and steal plums from the north bank of Dalinzi.
Isn’t this bullshit!
The northwest of the 42nd and Dalinzi Battalions is surrounded by a not very large forest, in which there are about a dozen wild mountain pear trees.
But the people here can’t wait for the beans to rot, for fear that they will miss out when they are ripe. Therefore, they pick the Yamanashi beans when they are only half ripe and put them in boxes to keep them warm.
This kind of pear that is cooked by covering the raw pear actually tastes astringent and is not delicious.
In his previous life, Wan Feng had also enjoyed doing this kind of thing, but now he has no interest in it.
As for the saying that eating less plums will make you sicker, and burying the dead under the plum tree, this probably didn't come out of thin air.
The northernmost family in the Beibangzi area of Dalinzi has a child who is about the same age as Wanfeng and his friends. His name should be Wu Xiping. Wu Xiping's house is surrounded by plum trees, and most of them are yellow plums.
Wan Feng and his friends had gone there to steal many times before, but who would have thought that Wu Xiping would become their classmate in the end.
Since they became classmates, they no longer had to steal. When the plums were ripe, Wu Xiping would pick a lot of plums for them to eat.
I can’t sell it for money anyway, and if I don’t eat it, it will just rot.
Wan Feng didn't agree to go steal plums with them, nor did he agree to play ball. He had to design something in the afternoon.
"Dad, do you think we can build a small room next to our house?"
Wan Feng pulled Laozi to the outside world and pointed at the outside world and said.
"Partition room? What's the partition?"
"If we move the stove to the door, wouldn't that free up space inside? We can build a small room next to the wall and put up a small kang. My brother and I can sleep in this room when I come back."
Wan Shuichang immediately became interested and thought this was a good idea.
He will be fifteen years old when he comes back next year, and it will be too inconvenient for him to sleep on the same kang with his parents.
Wan Shuichang took out a ruler and measured left and right.
"You can also build a second floor on top, which can hold a lot of things."
The roof is two meters high from the ground, and a second floor about 20 to 30 centimeters high can really hold a lot of things.
"How do you separate the two floors?"
"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it. Where can I buy red bricks?"
There seems to be no brick kiln nearby, so it is not easy to buy red bricks.
"To buy red bricks, you have to go to Hongermaoji."
Hongermaoji is the seat of Yanjiang Commune, which is a Russian name.
There are many Russian-style names like this along the Heilongjiang River, not to mention place names, there are also many Russian-style names.
Hongermaoji is twenty miles away from the 42nd Company, so if you want to buy bricks, you can only go to Tractor.
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