Mid July.
The ears of wheat, which had been delayed for more than half a month to mature, now turn golden, and the ears of wheat, which are not very full, also slightly weigh down the wheat stalks.
The sky was still dark, and the old men Ma Sanye and Uncle Fu had already prepared three kinds of wine and wine, and burned incense and worshiped in the village ancestral hall.
Before the annual grain harvest, they have to perform sacrifices in the ancestral hall, which has been going on for hundreds of years since their ancestors.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Brother, get up quickly. I'm waiting for you. The village chief is almost dying of anxiety..."
It's just dawn. .
Yaodan, who was tasked with waking up Wang Jian, knocked on the door of his eldest brother's room again and again.
Seeing that the broken wooden door was about to withstand it, Wang Jian yawned and slowly opened the door.
Outside the door, Yaodan’s face was bulging with anger as he looked at his eldest brother who looked like he was not awake.
Today is the big day of the autumn harvest, and my eldest brother is still in bed.
He got up early in the morning.
Wang Jian saw Yao Dan standing at the door, wearing a brand new set of blue fabric clothes, looking very energetic.
He stretched out his hand and stroked Yaodan's soft hair a few times, speaking in a lazy tone.
"Where is the second brother?"
"The second brother, Brother Xue, and Brother Xu Hu got up early in the morning, and they took the escort team to train."
Yaodan took his eldest brother's hand away with a look of worry on his face.
Yaodan’s mouth almost watered when he thought of the roasted pheasant he had made this morning and that Sister Xuelian had left a big chicken leg for him.
Now that the eldest brother was woken up by him, he also completed the task assigned by the village chief.
Without waiting for Wang Jian to say more, Yao Dan turned around and ran towards the gate, waving his hands as he ran.
"Brother, I only cooked one roast chicken today. I won't be able to eat it if I'm late."
After listening to Yao Dan's words, Wang Jian smiled and shook his head.
This kid has eaten well during this period, and he has become energetic and his face is a little rosy.
When I went to the cafeteria.
Wang Jian saw Mr. Ma standing at the door, looking in his direction on tiptoe.
There was a hint of anxiety on Mr. Ma’s thin face.
Seeing Wang Jian walking slowly over, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Jian's hand.
"You boy, take your time, hurry up, don't miss the time."
Wang Jian yawned and was dragged around by Mr. Ma.
He rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "Third Master, you are a highly respected man. You can just take the lead in presiding over the autumn harvest."
"What did the bastard say? Now you just He's the boss."
Mr. Ma didn't look back.He said, pulling Wang Jian and walking in quickly.
In this era where everything is about good days and good times, Wang Jian cannot convince these die-hards.
There is a reason for murder and arson. It is not okay to miss the time of worship.
The land for village construction and the land for Majiazhuang are located in two areas. After breakfast, the people who built the village, led by Xue Rengui, rushed towards the crop fields in a hurry.
Over at Majiazhuang, two old guys, Mr. Ma Sanye and Uncle Jun, walked to the fields with Wang Jian, who was still chewing chicken.
A group of young and old behind him could not help but laugh at the struggling Wang Jian.
When he is severe, he commands the escort to kill hundreds of people without blinking an eye. When he is usually gentle, he is like a naughty child.
With such a lively leader, the entire Majiazhuang is full of vitality and vitality.
Yao Dan and other bold children would run up to Wang Jian from time to time and make faces.
Wang Jian was not angry and started playing with them, making the scene full of joy.
Today is the day of the grain harvest, and the whole village is filled with joy.
Arriving at the first mature crop field, Wang Jian, surrounded by a crowd of people, took the sickle from Master Ma.
Walk into the field with everyone watching.
Although the wheat ears in front of me are not as plump as before, they are still mature.
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Wang Jian bent down, cut off the wheat connecting rod and ears together, and then lifted the cut wheat high.
"Okay~"
The people around cheered in unison.
After Wang Jian cut the first crop of wheat, it heralded the official start of this year's harvest in Majiazhuang.
"Start harvesting!"
Mr. Ma shouted loudly, and everyone who had been waiting for a long time was impatient.
These men and women wielded sickles and went down to the fields to harvest the mature wheat one after another.
Although crop production has decreased and there is not much food harvest, for the people, the harvest is the most important and happiest thing of the year.
The older children helped the adults pick up the scattered ears of wheat and put them on the pile of wheat.
Yaodan, who had no tasks to arrange, led a group of children to crawl and roll in the fields, and his brand-new clothes were stained with mud and grass clippings.
With more people and greater strength, the wheat was harvested quickly and cart after cart was driven to the village.
Except for cutting the first crop of wheat, Wang Jian did not take any action thereafter.
He, Han Xuelian, Ma Sanye and others stood side by side on the field ridge, looking at the smiling villagers harvesting wheat while talking and laughing.
“It’s so lively and the harvest feels so good!”
Wang JianhuThen he felt emotional.
Han Xuelian on the side turned her head and glanced at Wang Jian. Her toothy smile made her look charming and reserved, and her white face was so tender that she could pinch water.
She rolled up her hair, placed it on her fair ears, and spoke softly.
"There is excitement when there are many people. In previous years, a person would be immersed in the fields harvesting and would not see anyone."
"The village has been quiet and dead for several days. ."
Mr. Ma put his hands behind his back with a smile on his face.
He burped and touched his round belly.
He glanced sideways at Wang Jian.
"You bastard, you are Hu Zi's second brother. You have to find Hu Zi a wife next year. Old man, I'm still waiting to have my grandson!"
Wang cut off his hands. There was a look of dumbfounding expressions on the faces.
"Old Tietou, your vision is ridiculously high, even ordinary people can't catch your eye~"
"Hahahaha..."
The people next to me laughed heartily.
Having fewer people to do more work is a kind of physical and spiritual suffering.
And having more people doing less work is a kind of enjoyment.
A group of young men and women, holding sickles, worked leisurely, chatting and laughing, talking about the hardships of planting in their hometowns.
Many people do not own their own land and work as sharecroppers by renting land from officials and gentry families in the county.
Every year, most of the grain must be handed over to the employer. After a year of hard work, only a small amount of grain is left for his own expenses.
Only during the harvest season would they be willing to go to the market to cut half a catty of meat for their children.
Forget about new clothes. Unless the clothes cannot be repaired, you will not buy new cloth for several years.
There is strength in numbers, and before noon arrives, all the crops in Majiazhuang and Xiucun have been harvested.
And the wheat was ground out with stones.
After weighing, Xiucun’s grain harvest this year was less than 40% of previous years.
And Majiazhuang’s grain harvest was less than 30%.
But it was within everyone’s expectations.
After all, there was still food harvest after a severe drought for so long, which shows how much hard work they have put in in the past few months.
It doesn’t matter if the grain harvest is small. The villagers in Majiazhuang all eat big pot rice, so they don’t have to worry about eating.
Moreover, everyone makes money by digging wells, and they are all landlords.
Therefore, there will be no panic in everyone’s heart.