Chapter 185 Rice Harvest in Qinghe
The students were very enthusiastic. The threshing machine in the threshing floor was operated by women in the village, and the rice waiting to be threshed was already full.
A few children are still counting the threshed rice straw, making sure that the grains are returned to the warehouse. Several little girls have already transported the threshed rice to the barn and started to dry it. Everything is in order.
From time to time, when someone is not paying attention, he puts a few pills in his mouth and chews them slowly. Fang Jiaming also sees it and seems to be hesitating whether to stop it.
He quickly pulled Fang Jiaming away.
"Don't say that? Aren't the grains returned to the warehouse?"
"Okay, stop being nagging and follow me to pick rice. Teacher Guo said, don't let the thresher The machine is idle and there is a long way to go. "
Fang Jiaming followed thoughtfully. He didn't know how to harvest and had already joined the transportation team. He saw that Zhu Xuefeng was quite relaxed and seemed quite skilled. Very curious.
“Didn’t you say you don’t know how to harvest rice? It seems that you are quite skilled. You city people can also carry out this task?”
“You guys don’t usually have labor production classes. We have had labor and production classes since elementary school. What’s so strange about picking up a load? Apart from rice harvesting, we have never been exposed to it. We have learned a lot about everything else.”
Fang Jiaming wiped his sweat. Running to transport rice was really tiring, and he didn't dare to stop. Teacher Guo was watching from the field ridge at the intersection. If anyone walked slowly, he would criticize loudly.
“That’s right, there is less rice in the north, so students in your city have no chance...”
“You can’t say that, the rice in the north is also divided into regions, and some places don’t have the same rice supply. Few, but it’s not like there are several seasons a year in the south. "
"There are not many seasons. It is said to be morning, noon and late, but in fact it can only be two seasons, either early, noon or early and late. "
"I heard that Xiaoyue country can grow three seasons, but I don't know if it's true..."
The students were still exchanging information about crops in their hometown, so they didn't feel tired.
The brigade secretary was very satisfied when he saw that the students were working in an orderly manner.
"Teacher Guo, you students have good organizational skills. This is much faster than in previous years. I think it is appropriate to arrange it like this next time."
"Well, I just think these students have strong organizational skills, so I let them take charge of their own arrangements.”
Seeing that it is almost noon, the students have become exhausted from being full of enthusiasm, but it is not yet time for lunch and break. , just as Zhao Qinghua came back from picking rice.
Zhao Qinghua is from Qin, and he always likes to shout a lot in the class. Isn't this good? It can stir up the atmosphere among everyone.
"Qinghua, come on, come on, you see everyone is tired, why don't you roar a few times to cheer up."
"Okay, no problem."
< br>Zhao Qinghua wiped his sweat with a towel and stepped to the field bank in a few steps, holding his head high.
You know the dozens of bends in the Yellow River in the world
Dozens of boats in the dozens of bends
Dozens of boats with dozens of boats Pole hey
Dozens of boatmen came to move the boat happily
…
When the high-pitched and enthusiastic folk songs of northern Shaanxi sounded, the students slowly stopped. To appreciate the work he did, not to mention, the voice of this man from the northwest is really unique.
Someone is singing along in a low voice below, but there is no way to learn it. Only high-pitched music can embody the flavor of this folk song.
Someone picked up the song from afar and started singing together. There were several students from northern Shaanxi in the first grade of love, so they naturally started to sing duet.
"This group of students of yours is very good and versatile. These boys can sing really well."
Teacher Guo looked at the noisy students and nodded.
“These are our literary and artistic backbones. I have already made requests to them to activate the atmosphere in a timely manner. It seems that they have implemented it well.”
Singing a song , there was a round of applause in the field.
"Zhao Qinghua, Zhao Qinghua, one more."
Zhang Yong and the leader started making noises. Unfortunately, before anyone could respond, he heard a distant sound. "We're done, let's have dinner."
Having lunch in the brigade's canteen, the food was prepared by the school and was much better than in the village. Zhu Xuefeng observed the current situation in the village and hesitated for a long time. , thinking about Uncle Kong’s warning, still extinguished the desire to make suggestions.
He almost fell into his old habit and had to control his mouth. Zhu Xuefeng secretly reminded himself that according to the development of time, there should be changes in November, and he was just worrying blindly.
The scene in the afternoon has not changed much, except that the proficiency of picking rice has improved much faster than that of cutting rice. Now the rice picker is a little free and does not need to run away.
Zhu Xuefeng had no choice but to take the lead and take the initiative to join the harvesting team with two other boys. Everyone was working enthusiastically. If you take a break, it would be troublesome. It is better to bend down and stick out your butt like everyone else.
Cutting rice is not Zhu Xuefeng's strong point. Although he has good physical strength, he is too unfamiliar with using a sickle. It took him a while to get used to it, but he is still not as good as his classmates from the south who have been working for many years.
I was lying on a simple bed in the cafeteria with a sore back, which was made directly from straw on the ground. The students were divided into several villages to rest.
Today is the first day. Everyone’s enthusiasm is so high that no one is lazy or wastes their efforts. As a result, everyone is exhausted and many people fall asleep from exhaustion.
The few girls are still taken care of, and they basically live in the villagers' homes and can wash themselves. These young girls are free to do it, and they fall asleep after a simple cleaning.
Zhu Xuefeng touched a carrying pole, came to a secluded grain field, found a place, used a carrying pole instead of a gun, and started playing. It was quiet here and no one disturbed him.
But playing with a pole felt more like playing with a stick, and he was afraid that someone would break him if he took out an iron gun for no reason, so Zhu Xuefeng started practicing according to his temper.
"Lao Liu, you also know how to use sticks, but you can't tell, you...".
Zhu Xuefeng was startled. He was so playful that he was concentrating on figuring out how to use the spear technique as a pole technique. He didn't even notice anyone coming.
There was a figure standing a few meters away. Who else was it if it wasn't Fang Jiaming? He probably woke up from holding back his urine.
“Youngest, you scared me with your inability to move around. I am bored and playing with a pole in my spare time.”
“I told you not to call me youngest, just follow me. He’s like a monster, so he has to be called Lao Ba (Dad).”
Zhu Xuefeng raised his foot and kicked Fang Jiaming's butt.
“Get out of here, you are still trying to take advantage and seek death.”
Fang Jiaming slipped over with a smile and found that Zhu Xuefeng was actually playing with a pole.
“Isn’t your province in Guangdong also the hometown of martial arts? You have never seen real stick skills such as Wuying Kick, Hong Quan, Wing Chun, etc.?”
Fang Jiamingzheng Looking around with the pole, there is nothing different. It is just an ordinary pole. I listen to Zhu Xuefeng's questions and answer them casually.
"I haven't seen it before, but I like it, but my dad won't let me practice it. He only wants me to study hard. How about you teach me, you should be doing Shaolin stick skills."
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"Have you ever seen Shaolin monks playing with poles? I learned some marksmanship in the sports school. Isn't there no gun? Use a pole and make two gestures."
Fang Jiaming was immediately excited, Zhu Xuefeng really knew how to do it. Ah, his eyes were full of eagerness, but it was a pity that it was too dark and Zhu Xuefeng could not see them.
"How about you teach me marksmanship? Don't you want to learn Cantonese, haha...".
Zhu Xuefeng has been pestering Fang Jiaming to learn Cantonese for a long time, but Fang Jiaming does not have much time to teach systematically, so the two of them usually practice, and the progress is very slow. Up to now, Zhu Xuefeng’s Cantonese has not reached the level. Level one.
Fang Jiaming’s tone was quite urgent, and it seemed that he really wanted to learn.
"If you really want to learn, this takes time and you have to eat well. If you can't keep up with nutrition, you might as well not practice, otherwise your body will be overwhelmed first."
"The poor scholar is rich. Wu, I know, it's okay, I have a way..."
Zhu Xuefeng didn't mind teaching Fang Jiaming, and Coach Gao didn't say not to teach him. As for how much he can learn, it's up to him. .
"I have basic boxing, sword and spear skills. Which ones do you want to learn?"
(End of Chapter)