"I just slack off all day long."
Wang Shuning turned her head and saw Auntie with big horns wearing a straw hat and holding a sickle standing behind her. She looked like the Grim Reaper from hell who was reaping ghosts with a sickle, except that this Grim Reaper had the gossipy image of a country woman, and her eyes, which were filled with disgust and wanted to eat people, looked like a ghost.
"Aunt Da Jiao, aren't you tired of staring at me all day? What's wrong with me taking a break and drinking some water after I'm tired of cutting? Besides, aren't you here too?" Wang Shuning found it difficult to understand the village aunties' style of looking for trouble.
You said there is no conflict between us, so can't we just live our lives peacefully? Why do you have to make trouble?
Aunt Da Jiao stared at the kettle in Wang Shuning's hand, which was bigger than her face, and said with a frown, "I have mowed twice as much land as you. You want to be lazy and take me with you? You are dreaming."
She turned around quickly and with great effort, and the rice hair on her body almost flew into Wang Shuning's kettle. Fortunately, she closed the lid in time.
This is naked envy, jealousy and hatred. One's own life is not good, and one cannot bear to see others living comfortably.
The white sunlight gradually turned into yellow-orange. Wang Shuning stood up with one hand holding his straw hat and looked at the rice fields in the distance. His whole body was sticky with sweat. Here he didn't have to worry about eating too much and gaining weight, because all the fat turned into sweat and dried up.
"Shuning, how is it living at He Zhuzhu's house these two days? Did they make things difficult for you?" Zhang Meili saw Lu Beichu and Guo Jingyi walking together from afar. She didn't want to get close to them and be a light bulb, so she ran a few steps to catch up with Wang Shuning to chat.
Wang Shuning shook his head. "Aunt Zhu and her two children are both very good. Even though they are only six years old, they can already help with a lot of things at home."
Zhang Meili pouted, "That's good. I envy you a little. You can eat He Zhuzhu's vegetables for free. Jingyi and I just planted the vegetables in our small vegetable garden. Before they are ripe, we can only buy them from Uncle Ping's house. Even though the vegetables are cheap, if you eat them for three meals a day, it will be an expense for one or two months."
The two passed by He Pingping's house first. Lv Beichu and Guo Jingyi were still standing outside the yard talking. They stopped when they saw them coming. "I'll go back first. If they cause trouble for you again, tell me in time."
Guo Jingyi had a faint smile on her face, nodded, and watched Lu Beichu leave.
"Hey, hey, Jingyi, are you and Lu Beichu dating?" Zhang Meili came closer to Zhang Meili jokingly.
Wang Shuning looked at her. Logically, the two of them shouldn't have confirmed their relationship so quickly.
Guo Jingyi shook her head in denial, "No, I just think we get along well and we can be friends."
Zhang Meili pursed her lips and tried not to smile. Friends? Sooner or later, they will become lovers.
After returning home, Wang Shuning took a shower and changed clothes first. The weather now is suitable for wearing long sleeves, so she won’t sweat all over when cooking in the kitchen. It is more comfortable to enjoy delicious food refreshingly.
A plate of braised prawns with green cucumbers mixed with sugar is both refreshing and a good match for rice.
In the wooden house, bags of rice were piled in the corner, six sacks in total.
At this rate, we can start working on the wheat fields tomorrow night.
Wang Shuning's speed is quite slow. If there were robots for automatic harvesting, the second crop could have been harvested by now. Unfortunately, Wang Shuning is the only one doing it, so he can only find time to do it at night.
She showed off half a watermelon before leaving the space to brush her teeth and get ready for bed.
It was pitch dark.
"Boom." The thunder roared, coming very suddenly.
"Bang, bang, bang." After a few minutes, continuous gong knocking sounds were heard, and then someone knocked on Wang Shuning's door from outside.
"Shuning, it's going to rain, hurry up and get to the fields to harvest the rice."
Looking outside, it’s probably already midnight. Are we rushing to get rice?
"I'll get up right away." He shouted towards the door, and the knocking stopped and the gong sound gradually faded away.
By the time Wang Shuning got dressed and opened the door, the lights outside were already on. Several flashlights were flickering, and the road was full of villagers wearing raincoats and holding sickles.
The rain has started to fall, and it's still light raindrops now, but judging by the thunder, it won't be long before it gets heavier.
"Don't just stand there, hurry up and leave. If the rice gets wet by the rain and there's no sunshine in the next few days, it will be over." He Zhuzhu shouted at Wang Shuning who was in a daze.
Wang Shuning put on the hood of his raincoat, tightened the drawstring and hurried to catch up.
Not many villagers had flashlights, and the dim light made it difficult to see the road clearly, so it was easy to step into a ditch.
Dozens of people harvested a field, cut the rice stalks and transported them away on a trailer.
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by thunder, which scared Wang Shuning. His whole body stiffened and he looked up at the darkness with a little fear. What should he do if he was struck by lightning?
"Harvest quickly." Village chief He Haiming walked around with a flashlight, coordinating with villagers to harvest quickly.
Several flashlights could not reach far, so Wang Shuning used the sickle to cut the rice close to the roots, holding his hand under the rice ears at a relatively far distance to prevent himself from being cut by the blade.
Every time the thunder sounded, Wang Shuning's back would shake. She was a little afraid of thunder and felt that it would strike her at any time.
The rain was getting heavier, from needle-thin to bean-sized, and everyone's movements seemed to be accelerated by three times.
Wang Shuning had to wipe the rain off his face every few minutes. In the end, even his raincoat could not block the heavy rain, and the rain flowed down his chin into his collar.
The ground gradually began to become muddy and water accumulated.
I don’t know how many hours passed, it was not until dawn that Wang Shuning could see the situation in the field clearly.
The rice fields were cut unevenly, with some places left undone. I was soaked all over and felt very cold.
The rice is all wet and can only be dried in the sun. Since it is quite mature, it has to be harvested even if it rains.
When there was too much water, they dug a channel to release the water. They were busy until the afternoon to finish harvesting all the crops. By the end, Wang Shuning's stomach was growling so much that he had no strength left.
The village chief He Haiming arranged for people to take turns to rest, and he led his people to the village committee. Harvesting was only the first step. The rice grains had to be beaten off the rice stalks and dried as quickly as possible.
After returning home, Wang Shuning immediately boiled water, changed clothes and took a bath. He had been in the rain for most of the day and might catch a cold.
Just heat up two tea eggs and eat them, then drink a cup of brown sugar ginger tea, lie on the bed, close your eyes and go to sleep.
Six hours later, Wang Shuning was awakened by He Zhuzhu. She took out two roasted sweet potatoes from the stove, held an umbrella and ate them while walking. When she was almost at the village committee, she swallowed them all in a few bites.
He Zhuzhu's face was full of worry along the way. A poor harvest meant that there would be less food distributed at the end of the year, which was not good news for her.
A rain shelter has been set up in the large square in front of the village committee. Mountains of rice stalks are piled up there, and dozens of mixing buckets are propped up on the ground. The villagers are slamming the rice ears onto the mixing buckets, and the rice grains are falling to the ground like small hailstones.
Wang Shuning held the rice stalks tightly with both hands. The rain made the rice stalks heavier, making it more difficult to beat them.
He Chunxi, who was holding the mixing bucket with one hand, saw that Wang Shuning's face was ferocious and he was gritting his teeth as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on his hands. After a few times, most of the rice grains on the rice ears fell off, but a few still stubbornly hung on there and refused to come down.
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