In the early morning of the next day, as soon as the sky turned white, the members of Dabazi Village gathered early in the morning at the grain drying field.
Everyone's faces were filled with anticipation and enthusiasm, and they were talking quietly to each other. The entire grain drying farm was filled with a warm and tense atmosphere.
The captain stood tall and straight on the high platform, holding the iron trumpet tightly in his hand, like a general about to command a battle.
He first cleared his throat, then raised the trumpet to his mouth, and said in a loud and passionate voice:
"Dear members! Today, we will officially start the Autumn Harvest War! This is a major event for our entire village. It is a moment when we water hope with sweat and harvest happiness with hard work!"
"Look at our village. Over the past year, earth-shaking changes have taken place with the joint efforts of everyone."
"The piglets in the pig farm are growing fat and strong, the chicken farm has a steady supply of eggs, and various production groups such as the mushroom group and the silkworm group have also achieved outstanding results. All of these are the results of our united efforts!"
The captain glanced firmly at everyone in the audience, his eyes full of relief and pride.
"But now, the key battle of autumn harvest is waiting for us. Food is our lifeblood and the guarantee of our stable life."
"Every plump ear of grain and every heavy sorghum plant embodies our hard work and hope. Let us use past achievements as motivation to move forward and devote all our efforts to the autumn harvest!"
The captain's voice echoed over the grain drying field, as if there was an invisible force inspiring every villager.
"Young and strong boys, use your strength and move forward bravely when carrying grain and operating machinery; Comrade women, use your care and patience to do a good job in post-harvest sorting; Old people, if you are experienced, you will be responsible. Guide and check on the side. Let us work together, work together, and move towards the goal of harvest!" The captain waved his arms and cheered everyone up.
The members in the audience listened to the impassioned words of the captain, and their blood boiled with enthusiasm, and their eyes shone with determination.
They are gearing up and can’t wait to get started with the autumn harvest.
In the crowd, someone shouted: "Captain, we are ready! We must complete the autumn harvest mission!"
This shout instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm, and more people responded one after another, shouting one after another.
As soon as the captain gave the order, the members rushed to their respective posts like arrows.
In the fields, golden wheat waves sway in the wind, as if waving to people.
The first scythe fell first in the sorghum field, and the sound of "clicking, clicking" harvesting was heard instantly, like an exciting symphony of labor.
The men wielded their sickles with skillful and powerful movements, and large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, but it did not affect their speed at all; the women followed closely, placing the cut sorghum neatly, with their hands and feet Bundle quickly.
The children were not idle either. They ran around the fields, delivering water and tools to the adults. Their little figures shuttled between the fields, adding a touch of lively color to the autumn harvest.
In the cornfield on the other side, people were working equally enthusiastically.
The thick corn stalks fell in people's hands, and the yellow corn cobs were broken off one by one and filled into baskets.
The young men carrying the grain shouted slogans and worked together to lift the heavy baskets onto the tractor.
The tractor made a "chugging" sound, full of joy of harvest, and drove to the grain drying field.
On the drying field, threshers and tractors have been prepared and are waiting.
As soon as the vehicle loaded with grain arrives, the thresher immediately roars to separate the full grains from the straw.
The members have a clear division of labor. Some are responsible for carrying away the straw, some are responsible for spreading the threshed grain to dry, and some are responsible for using windmills to screen out impurities.
The entire grain drying field was a busy scene, and the raised chaff was like golden snowflakes flying in the air under the sunlight.
In other corners of the village, pig farms, chicken farms and other places are also operating in an orderly manner. Although some manpower was redeployed to support the autumn harvest, the remaining staff stuck to their posts and carefully cared for the livestock and poultry to ensure that the breeding work was not affected.
Members of the mushroom team will also come to help in their free time. They will arrange their time reasonably during the autumn harvest to ensure that the mushroom planting and picking work goes smoothly.
During this busy autumn harvest process, villagers help and encourage each other.
Someone accidentally cuts his hand, and the person next to him immediately takes out a handkerchief to help bandage it, and also asks with concern if he needs a rest; someone is so tired that his back aches, and others will take the initiative to take his tools and let him rest for a while.
Everyone thinks in the same place, works hard in the same place, and works together to achieve the goal of a good harvest.
As time goes by, pieces of farmland are harvested, and piles of grain are gradually piled up on the drying ground.
As the sun sets, the afterglow dyes the entire Dabazi Village golden yellow. Although the villagers are tired after working for a day, their faces are filled with smiles of satisfaction and happiness.
They know that this is just the beginning of the autumn harvest and there is more work waiting for them, but they firmly believe that with everyone’s joint efforts, there will be a bumper harvest this year.
Back home, the family sat together and shared the experience of the first day of autumn harvest. The laughter and laughter echoed in the village, full of the strong smell of fireworks and the yearning for a better life.
In the days that followed, the harvest continued efficiently.
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But the weather doesn't always seem to be so cooperative. An occasional light rain forces everyone to temporarily stop their work and quickly cover the drying food to prevent it from getting wet.
The farm tools also suffered some damage under intense use. The craftsmen from the masonry team arrived in time and quickly repaired the farm tools with their superb skills.
Despite these minor setbacks, the villagers were not discouraged, but instead became more determined to overcome the difficulties.
In the tense autumn harvest atmosphere, time flies by.
In the blink of an eye, most of the crops have been harvested, leaving only some scattered plots that are still being harvested.
At this time, a new problem is before everyone, that is, the storage and distribution of food.
The captain convened another meeting of cadres to discuss how to reasonably allocate labor. Some people continued to complete the final harvesting work, while others began to prepare a plan for grain storage and distribution.
At the same time, we must also take into account the special circumstances of some lonely elderly people and needy families to ensure that they have enough food to survive the winter after the autumn harvest.
After some discussion, it was decided that a grain storage and distribution team would be formed by female comrades and some experienced elderly people.
They are responsible for classifying and storing food to ensure its quality and safety.
For families in need, the village will use part of the harvested food to provide relief, so that every villager can feel the warmth and care of the village.
In the final harvesting stage, the villagers did not relax at all and still completed every work seriously and meticulously.
Finally, on a sunny day, the last crop was harvested, and the entire autumn harvest came to a successful end.
Dabazi Village was immersed in a sea of joy, with gongs, drums and cheers intertwined to celebrate the hard-won harvest.
The villagers looked at the mountains of food, and their hearts were filled with gratitude and pride.
Be grateful for the gifts of nature and proud of your hard work.
The joy of this harvest will also become a powerful driving force for the continued development of Dabazi Village, inspiring everyone to create a better life in the days to come. (End of chapter)