Xu Zhiyi was very interested in traditional Chinese medicine, but the timing was not right and he could not make it public.
The people in the cowshed had almost no interaction with the villagers and the educated youth.
For a moment, Xu Zhiyi didn't know where to find someone to find out.
Before she had the chance to find out, the busy farming season began.
As the cuckoo calls, the wheat turns yellow.
The wheat is ripe.
After the scorching sun, it was time to rush to harvest wheat.
The entire Xiangyang Village joined in the harvest, each wearing a straw hat, long sleeves and long pants, and holding a sickle to harvest wheat.
We were busy working under the scorching sun with a temperature of over 40 degrees Celsius, and even had lunch in the fields.
Farm work has always been done without distinction between men and women. None of the educated youth could endure the hardship of working overtime to harvest.
The educated youth were already familiar with it and wore long sleeves and long pants obediently, no matter how hot it was.
Gu Liang understood this very well. He was afraid of the heat at the beginning and never thought about wearing long sleeves and long pants.
As a result, after a day, the wheat straw was prickly and my arms and legs were painful and itchy.
I scratched it so hard that it started bleeding.
This bloody lesson taught him a lesson, and he should cover himself tightly no matter how hot it is.
Take advantage of the scorching sun and race against time.
Xu Zhiyi joined everyone in harvesting wheat. Although he was a little unfamiliar with it at first, he soon became proficient.
The harvested wheat was tied into bundles and pulled to the yard on a cart, where it was milled with a stone. Oxen pulled the mill in front, grinding the wheat grains back and forth.
While the wheat grains were still being ground by the wind, the old masters in the village were fully armed and covered their faces with old cloths.
The wheat was shoveled into the air and the chaff was blown away by the wind. There were also several people holding large brooms nearby, responsible for sweeping the wheat grains scattered far away.
The wheat chaff drifted away with the wind, and the settled wheat grains fell.
Experienced masters use the bottom of the shovel to swing outwards with force. This requires both skill and strength, and not everyone can do it.
This is called "winnowing".
I'm busy these few days, basically working in the fields from morning to night.
We basically eat in the fields and work overtime, starting at dawn and working until dark when we can no longer see.
Harvest wheat, grind wheat, winnow wheat, dry wheat, and bag wheat.
The village chief never stops working, asking the old masters in the village every day to check the weather.
What are you most afraid of?
I am most afraid of rain.
After finally harvesting all the wheat in the field, we had to wait for it to dry in the sun, and we had to catch up with the grain tax payment date.
If it rains and soaks the wheat, I will vomit blood.
The village chief's brow has never relaxed since the wheat harvest began.
It was already midnight when the wheat was finally packed and stored. The village chief asked the men in the village to load the packed wheat onto ox carts and handcarts overnight.
The men pushed carts and held torches as they walked towards the county town.
We rested as we walked, and by the time we arrived at the county town it was already dawn, and people from other villages were already waiting in line.
The educated youth were exhausted, but it was finally over.
Some villages used tractors to pull the wheat here, which was much faster than walking.
The village chief looked at the tractors in other villages with envy for many times, but Xiangyang Village had no industries that could be developed.
Too poor to buy a tractor.
It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when it was finally their turn.
A staff member at the grain station fiddled with an abacus while sitting on a wooden chair next to the scale.
There was an extra-large oilcloth parasol standing next to the chair, which looked very impressive and you couldn't offend him.
Otherwise, if he thinks it is not good and asks you to take it back to dry in the sun for two or three days before coming back, that would be troublesome.
It was supposed to be their turn at noon.
It was just that there was a dispute between the village ahead and the staff of the grain station, which lasted for quite some time.
A man who was bored of waiting rushed forward to listen, and came back to say that the weather was too hot and they had been waiting for too long. An educated youth who was following the team couldn't stand the attitude of the grain station staff and muttered something, which was heard.
They were immediately harassed and told that their wheat was not dried and were asked to take it back to dry again.
The villagers were at a loss as to what to do. The village chief was even pushed aside and they almost started fighting during the argument.
It was another staff member who was afraid that the matter would get out of hand, so he tried to persuade them and the matter was finally settled.
After hearing this, the village chief Yang Baoguo specifically reminded the men in his village to keep their mouths shut and not to cause trouble at the last moment.
When Xiangyang Village started to deliver grain, Yang Jianjun took out the Daqianmen cigarettes that Pei Yan had bought for his father and jokingly gave cigarettes to the two staff members.
The man inserted a grooved iron needle into the bag, pulled out some wheat grains, squeezed them with his hands, and asked them to be weighed.
"Alright, alright, move it over and weigh it."
Yang Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the coarse cloth towel around his waist to wipe the sweat off his face.
After weighing, the men of Xiangyang Village moved the bags into the granary and put the wheat in them.
Back and forth, no one stopped even though their clothes were soaked with sweat.
Deliver the grain successfully and keep the receipt.
The people of Xiangyang Village then went back under the scorching sun.
After the hard work of wheat harvest, I can finally take a three-day break.
The non-stop wheat harvest had no effect on Xu Zhiyi. In order not to be too conspicuous, he pretended to be tired and read high school books at the educated youth center as a rest.
The villagers were busy with the harvest, and Pei Yan was among them. He was so busy that he had no time to talk to Xu Zhiyi.
On the first day of rest, he went up the mountain again, but Xu Zhiyi was always at the educated youth site, so the two did not meet.
When the sun set in the afternoon, Xu Zhiyi still went out.
This was her second time in the bullpen.
The first person to see her was Miao Feng. Perhaps because of the hard work of harvesting, she seemed thinner than the last time I saw her.
"Old man, I'm here to see you."
Xu Zhiyi greeted him without hesitation.
"What are you doing here again?"
Old man Chu said with a sour face and in a bad mood.
He did not welcome Xu Zhiyi to the cowshed. Not only was it not a good place, but if her actions drew the attention of someone with ulterior motives to the cowshed, no one would be in good shape.
He didn't want a good girl to be implicated because of him.
"I came to see how your leg is doing."
In fact, Xu Zhiyi was curious about whether the ointment was effective.
It's only been ten days or so, now I have the time.
"I won't die." After saying that, he turned and went into the house. Although his legs were still a little lame, he didn't use a crutch.
"Girl, don't mind it. Old Chu is afraid of getting you into trouble. Don't come here again..."
Miao Feng was afraid that Xu Zhiyi would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.
"Auntie, don't worry. I came here quietly, no one else knows. I want to ask you, does Mr. Chu... Uncle Chu know Chinese medicine?"
Xu Zhiyi looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he lowered his voice and asked.
Miao Feng was startled and quickly waved her hands, "No! No! That ointment is a folk remedy. I made it myself because I had no other choice. Miss, go away and don't come back."
After Miao Feng finished speaking, he stopped talking to her and turned back to the house.
It seems to scare people.
Xu Zhiyi left quickly, and when he came back, he left a bag of things at Old Man Chu's door.
After Miao Feng discovered the food in the bag and told Chu Jueming about it, the two of them were silent for a long time...
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