Qian Cheng's eyes lit up. He had heard Lin Dongfang's naughty son bragging to him that he had been thinking about the watermelons since he had simply harvested them, but he hadn't dared to ask.
Upon hearing this, his face immediately lit up with a smile.
"Okay, okay!"
They were already so familiar with each other, so he didn't stand on ceremony.
"Then one day when we go for grilled fish, you just wait to eat, and leave all the work to me."
"Okay, I'll be waiting."
They were straightforward and unceremonious; dealing with such clear-headed people is quite comfortable.
With tractors, the autumn harvest takes at least half the time compared to previous years, which is one of the reasons why the villagers of Liujiatun can hold their heads high when they go out.
This time of year is also when Liu Weimin can finally hold his head high, especially this year. Liujiatun has finished its autumn harvest, but other villages have only harvested half of their harvests and the weather is a bit overcast, which is quite alarming.
Just as Liu Weimin had finished storing the grain, people from several neighboring villages came to his door seeking help. The first to arrive was naturally Liu Jiaxiang from Liujiatun, who lived closest to the village and went straight to block Liu Weimin's door.
In this era, collectivism is ingrained in everyone's bones. At most, Liu Weimin was just putting on airs. It's impossible that he deliberately delayed or simply refused to help.
Moreover, he knew in his heart that Liu Jiaxiang was just the beginning, and with these dark clouds gathering, people from other villages would probably come soon.
Normally, some people might be too proud to come over and beg for help, but to be fair, most of the cadres at this time, especially those at the grassroots level, are good people. No one would joke about the food supply of the entire village. Right now, they're probably all rushing here, hoping to borrow a tractor to go back and help in this emergency.
Liu Weimin knew, and Liu Jiaxiang knew even more clearly, that they had gained an advantage by being close by, and they couldn't let someone else beat them to it.
"Old Liu, just tell me, how can you lend me this tractor?"
My whole village is counting on you to save them. We've only harvested a third of the crop. If this heavy rain comes, the fields will all be soaked, and our entire year's work will be for nothing.”
Having experienced this hardship firsthand, Liu Weimin knew very well what was going on. He also knew that soon not only would people from other villages come, but Secretary Lin from the commune would probably also be coming. Since the tractor had to be lent out, he might as well take the initiative and get some tangible benefits for the villagers.
"Old Liu, look at you, you're doing all this for the villagers, I understand you. But we just finished a busy day, and the villagers are all exhausted."
Liu Jiaxiang understood immediately and picked up the conversation right away.
"We can't let him work for nothing. I'll get the oil myself, I'll take care of the meals, and he'll get all the work points. He just needs to drive the tractor, and he doesn't need to worry about anything else. How does that sound?"
It's no wonder Liu Jiaxiang was anxious. With those dark clouds in the sky, who knew which one would bring rain? The corn and sweet potatoes in their village were still in the fields. If the rain came any later that night, they could all be knocked to the ground by the downpour. This was no joke; if things went wrong, it could be fatal.
Liu Weimin didn't say anything about putting on airs. He knew the situation perfectly well. A few years ago, when there were no tractors, Liujiatun had also encountered similar difficulties and felt a sense of almost despair.
"Okay, wait a minute. Jianshe, go and call Jiefang."
Why didn't you dare to drive the other tractor driver?
Not all educated youth are the same. Over time, Liu Weimin has come to understand them. Among the male educated youth, none of the few who could play together with Jian Dan really relied on work points to fill their stomachs.
He had already seen through Qian Cheng. Although he wasn't as generous as Jian Dan, he wasn't short of money. They were talking about the end of the autumn harvest, and then the group of educated youth went up the mountain. Now, they probably couldn't be found even if they wanted to.
Liu Jiefang was driving his tractor, pulling Liu Jiaxiang along, when they came across several village chiefs hurrying into the village.
After walking a while longer, they saw Secretary Lin riding a bicycle with a dark expression in the distance.
Before Liu Jiefang could slow down, Liu Jiaxiang, as if facing a formidable enemy, frantically urged him on.
"Keep going, keep going, keep going! Don't stop!"
Liu Jiefang was startled and flinched. Without slowing down, he stomped his foot all the way to the bottom.
Good heavens, a sputtering tractor, puffing out a cloud of smoke, sped right past Secretary Lin.
I don't know if Secretary Lin was stunned or not, but Liu Jiefang was definitely stunned.
Who was that person just now?
Why does it look so familiar?
What did he do?
Jian Dan and his group of friends had already gone into the mountains once the grain in the village had been stored away.
After two or three days of gloomy, oppressive weather, the clouds suddenly thickened considerably. Instead of insisting on grilling fish on the mountain, they each carried a few fish down. After such a long and tiring day, if they couldn't have grilled fish, a stewed fish would be a good alternative.
For their nearly hollowed-out bodies, meat and oil are good things.
The autumn rain was sudden and unexpected; it came down just as quickly as they had come down the mountain.
The educated youth rushed home just before the heavy rain started, hurriedly gathered their belongings from the yard, and went inside to rest.
But Liu Weimin was not so relaxed.
The tractor was only lent out three days ago. There's no need to even think about it; no matter how fast it goes, it can't possibly finish harvesting all those villages.
"Alas, the common people are going to have another hard time."
Wang Guihua was packing clothes inside when she heard this and sighed.
"What can we do? We ordinary people are at the mercy of the weather for our livelihood."
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