Restarting life in Siheyuan

Chapter 186 Harvesting rice in Qinghe

The students are very enthusiastic. The threshing machine in the threshing floor is operated by women in the village. There are already a lot of rice waiting to be threshed.

A few children are still counting the threshed rice straw to ensure that it is returned to the warehouse. Several little girls have already transported the threshed rice to the barn to start drying. Everything is tightly organized.

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 tell me that? Aren't you going back to the warehouse every time?"

"Okay, don't be nagging. Follow me to pick rice. Teacher Guo said, don't let the thresher idle. 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 was very curious when he saw that Zhu Xuefeng was carrying it quite easily and seemed quite skilled.

"Didn't you say you don't know how to harvest rice? It seems that you are very skilled. You city people can also carry out this task?"

"You don't usually have labor and production classes. We have had labor and production classes since elementary school. What's so weird about picking a load? I've never had any experience except rice harvesting. I've 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.

"Yes, there is little rice in the north, so the students in your city have little chance..."

"You can't say that. Rice in the north is also divided into regions, and there are many in some places. It's just not like the south, which has several seasons a year."

"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 crops for 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's appropriate to arrange it like this next time."

"Well, I just think these students have strong organizational skills, so I let them be responsible for their own arrangements."

It was almost noon, and the students had turned from full of enthusiasm to exhausted. However, before it was time to take a break, Zhao Qinghua happened to come back from picking rice.

Zhao Qinghua is from Qin, and he usually 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."

Zhao Qinghua wiped his sweat with a towel and reached the field bank in a few steps, holding his head high.

Do you know how many bends the Yellow River has in the world?
There are dozens of boats in dozens of bends.
Dozens of boats with dozens of poles
Dozens of boatmen came to move the boat

...

When the high-pitched and enthusiastic folk songs of northern Shaanxi sounded, the students slowly stopped what they were doing and started to appreciate it. Not to mention, the voice of this northwest man was really unique.

Someone is singing along in a low voice below, but it is impossible to learn it. Only high-pitched music can reflect the flavor of this folk song.

Someone from afar picked up the song and started singing together. There were several students from northern Shaanxi in the first grade of love, so they naturally started singing duet.

"This group of students of yours is very good. They are also versatile. These boys can sing really well."

Teacher Guo looked at the noisy students and nodded.

"These are our literary and artistic backbones. We have already made requests to them to activate the atmosphere in a timely manner. It seems that they have implemented it well."

After singing the song, there was a burst of applause in the field.

"Zhao Qinghua, Zhao Qinghua, one more."

Zhang Yong and the leader started making noises, but unfortunately before anyone could respond, they heard a sound coming from a distance. "It's time to finish the work, it's time to eat."

At noon, we ate 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 of the village and hesitated for a long time. Thinking about Uncle Kong's warning, he still gave up his 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 didn't change much, except that the proficiency of picking rice improved much faster than that of cutting rice. Now the rice pickers were a little free and didn't have 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 in full swing. It would be troublesome if you took a break. It would be better to bend over and stick out your butt like everyone else.

Cutting rice was not Zhu Xuefeng's strong point. Although he had good physical strength, he was too unfamiliar with using a sickle. It took him a while to get used to it, but he was still not as good as his classmates from the south who had been working for many years.

With backache, I lay on the simple bed in the canteen, which was made directly from a layer of straw on the ground. The students divided themselves 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 were still taken care of, and they basically stayed in the villagers' homes and could wash themselves. The young ones were free to do whatever they wanted, and even fell asleep after a simple wash.

Zhu Xuefeng touched a pole and came to a secluded barnyard. He found a place and started playing with a pole instead of a gun. It was quiet here and no one disturbed him.

However, playing with a pole always felt more like playing with a stick, and he was afraid that someone would break him if he pulled out an iron gun for no reason, so Zhu Xuefeng started practicing according to his temper.

"Lao Liu, you 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. It was someone other than Fang Jiaming. He probably woke up from holding back his urine.

"Youngest one, you scare me with how weak you are. I'm just playing around with a pole when I'm bored."

"I told you not to call me youngest. It's like an old monster. You have to call me dad."

Zhu Xuefeng raised his foot and kicked Fang Jiaming's butt.

"Go away, you still want to take advantage, you are courting 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 home of martial arts? You have never seen real stick skills such as Shadowless Kick, Hong Quan, Wing Chun, etc.?"

Fang Jiaming was looking around with the pole. It was no different. It was just an ordinary pole. He listened to Zhu Xuefeng's questions and answered 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 Shaolin stick skills?"

"Have you ever seen a Shaolin monk playing with a pole? I learned some marksmanship in the sports school. I don't have a gun. I made two gestures with a pole."

Fang Jiaming was immediately excited. Zhu Xuefeng was really good at it. His eyes were full of eagerness. Unfortunately, it was too dark and Zhu Xuefeng could not see it.

"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 doesn't have much time to teach systematically, so they just practice with each other. The progress is very slow. Up to now, Zhu Xuefeng's Cantonese has not reached level one.

Fang Jiaming's tone sounded 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 are rich in literature and rich in martial arts, I know, it's okay, it's okay, I have a way..."

Zhu Xuefeng didn't mind teaching Fang Jiaming, and Coach Gao didn't say not to let him teach him. As for how much he could learn, it was up to him.

"I have basic boxing, sword and spear skills. What kind of skills do you want to learn?"

(End of this chapter)