Most people in the village bundle up the harvested rice and transport it to the threshing ground. Then they use manpower to beat the rice against the sides of the beater. When the rice hits the inner wall, it falls off.
If you have a lot of fields and a lot of rice at home, you can either have your own threshing basket or borrow one from the village and carry it to the fields to thresh the grains.
Although it is convenient to use a bucket to thresh the grains, it is not easy to carry. Therefore, villagers in remote areas have to use flails to thresh the grains.
The flail is a farm tool that basically every farmer has, and it is affordable. However, it is more time-consuming and labor-intensive to use than a bucket. Usually, a piece of cloth is spread in the field, and rice is piled on it, and then people use the flail to beat it.
The effect of threshing grains is relatively poor, but the flail is easy to make, and almost any farmer with some carpentry skills can make it. The Lin family also has a simple version of the flail.
Lin Wu learned how to do it from the villagers. He dug a groove in the middle of two sticks and tied them together with a rope. People only need to hold the longer part and beat it to achieve the effect of threshing the grains.
In previous years, Lin Sheng had never thought of borrowing a rice bucket from the village threshing ground, because carrying the rice to the threshing ground was hard enough, and it was not certain that he could get a spot in the queue on the same day.
So he would thresh the grains directly in the fields, and then he and Lin Wu would slowly carry them back home.
This year, because his family had an ox cart, and the village chief also said that not many people were used to using it these days, he transported the crops directly to the threshing ground.
"Although our family harvested the rice late this year, we are still lucky to be able to get a number in the village rice-throwing competition." Lin Sheng smiled with curved eyebrows.
Lin Mo also nodded. The public farm tools in the village are usually given to those with more land first, especially large items like buckets. Those like the Lin family, who have less land and less food, usually do not queue up.
Because there are many people in the village, it takes a long time to wait in line. Although the village chief is relatively fair, he still favors his own family members in many places. The rotation system is also divided into high and low levels, and every year those in the Lin clan are given priority.
Although Lin Mo and his family also have the surname Lin, they are similar to other people with other surnames. If Lin Mo had not risen this year, I am afraid that they would not even get their turn today if they were to queue up.
threshing ground.
The afternoon sun was still scorching. Just standing outside, Lin Mo felt hot all over, as if he was in a natural oven.
At this time, there were many people gathered in the threshing ground, and there were also many piles of rice on the threshing ground. There was a child sitting next to almost every pile of rice.
In order to avoid confusing their own grain piles with those of others, villagers usually let their children squat in front of the grain piles.
The threshing ground in the village is spacious, and the ground is all compacted and bare. When you step on it barefoot, it still feels warm from the sun.
"Not many people are using the threshing wheel now. Villagers usually come to thresh the grains in the afternoon when the sun goes down. Now everyone is busy harvesting rice in the fields." Lin Sheng pointed to the threshing wheel not far away.
Two of the six threshing machines are idle, and the remaining four are used by villagers.
Lin Mo nodded immediately, "I'll move it over."
He walked a few steps to the side of the fighting bowl, and according to the way the original owner remembered seeing others holding the fighting bowl, he lifted up one corner of the fighting bowl, and covered his whole body with the fighting bowl. With a force, he easily pressed the fighting bowl against his back.
The basket looked big, but it was much lighter than he had imagined. He walked briskly back to where his rice was piled and put the basket aside.
"Wear this." Su Mu quickly put a headscarf around Lin Mo, and then put one around himself.
Lin Mo followed his gaze and found that most of the people in the threshing ground were not wearing headscarves, especially the men who were threshing the grains.
He nodded in understanding. When threshing the grains, you have to beat and hit them. In addition to the dust all over the sky, when the rice grains fall off, the shriveled rice husks and withered and broken rice leaves will also fly all over the sky. If you don't cover them up, your nose and eyes will probably be choked in a while.
After everyone was armed, Lin Mo began to learn from the others and started to thresh the bundled rice. Just like harvesting rice, he went from being unfamiliar with it to gradually getting the hang of it.
There is some skill required in threshing the grains in the threshing basket. If you use too much force, the grains will easily fall out of the threshing basket. If you use too little force, you will have to thresh the grains several times before all the grains are cleanly removed from the rice stalks.
Lin Mo experimented several times and found the right technique for the strength. Only then did he master the arc and strength of the throw. He could get rid of all the grains in two or three times. He got the hang of it quickly and after a few rounds, he gradually became faster than Lin Sheng and the others.
The three of them took turns threshing the rice over and over again, and soon they had finished threshing all the rice that had been harvested that morning.
During the break, the three of them sat down on the fresh straw, resting and drinking water to quench their thirst.
At this time, more villagers gathered in the threshing ground, children gathered together to play, and adults talked peacefully about this year's harvest.
Lin Wen and Tuanzi ran around the threshing ground, following the village children to catch the lively grasshoppers and bright green shrimps in the straw pile.
Every autumn harvest, the children in the village always look for the longest and thickest foxtail grass in the fields, and then jump directly from the neck to the grasshoppers and shrimps they catch.
Older children would make a fire in the open space and eat over it. They would take the leftovers home and have the adults cook them into a dish, adding a meaty dish to this harvest season.
"How about I go catch some grasshoppers too? Then I can add some chili peppers and stir-fry them. They will taste great." Su Mu was a little tempted.
In previous years, during the autumn harvest, he would catch a lot of grasshoppers and secretly roast them outside to eat. That was one of the few times he could eat meat in the Su family.
Lin Mo looked at his flushed face and brushed aside his sweaty black hair that was stuck to his forehead. "Okay, let's catch more and then just fry them."
Grasshoppers are definitely best when fried. They are so crispy one by one, but farmers are reluctant to waste oil, so stir-frying them is the best delicacy.
"I'll catch it right away."
Su Mu clenched his fists, a little excited. He was busy with work today and had been wanting to find time to catch grasshoppers. Although there were plenty of meat and vegetables at home, he didn't know if it was because he hadn't eaten them for a long time, but in this season, he was craving these grasshoppers.
When Lin Wen and Tuanzi saw them sitting down to rest, they ran over from a distance.
"Amo, we caught a lot of grasshoppers, they are all meaty. We can eat grasshoppers tonight." Lin Wen's face was full of excitement. He had been running around in the fields all day. The blush on his face never faded. His little face was full of heat, and his white teeth were dazzling when he smiled.
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