Men are afraid of harvesting wheat, and women are afraid of giving birth to children.

This is not just a casual comment!

Harvesting wheat, standing under the scorching sun, bending down, grabbing the wheat with one hand, holding a sickle in the other, harvesting.

Not to mention labor, just keep walking forward in this posture for an hour or two, and your back will hurt so much that you will collapse!

What's more, it's still under the hot and scorching sun, and the harvest lasts three to five days. This happens every year. Who can't have enough?

Not only harvesting, but also yarding, pulling back, unloading, crushing and threshing.

When crushing, you must turn the wheat with a four-tine fork to ensure even crushing.

It’s really not a tired thing that can be defined!

After hearing Si Chen's words, an uncle with meticulously combed hair immediately appeared in the crowd. He stepped forward and said:

"Young man, come to my house. My house is 30 acres. I will give you money now, 600 yuan, right?"

As he spoke, the man took out a leather wallet from the breast pocket of his shirt, counted out six brand-new hundred-dollar bills, and handed them over.

Si Chen's eyelids twitched and he subconsciously caught it, "Hey, this is a rich master!"

He calmly looked at her outfit, which included a white shirt, black trousers, and leather shoes. She was very well-dressed.

"Brother Rong, wait a minute. I'll pay Si Chen first." Zhao San pulled him back.

"I'm anxious to get back to the factory. Of course, the sooner the better!"

"Brother Rong, I know you are very busy. After all, there are hundreds or even thousands of people in the cannery waiting for you to take command."

Zhao San smiled tactfully:

"You brothers and sisters are all decent people working in the factory. You are indeed busy."

"However, when you come back to harvest wheat every year, you can go home together as brothers and sisters and honor the elderly. The two elders will also be happy, right?"

After saying this, Zhao Rong felt relieved.

Si Chen probably knew that the director of the only cannery in the county was still a parastatal, so no wonder he was so respectable.

In Yuanmeng County these days, canned food is one of the must-have gifts when visiting relatives and friends. Like brown sugar and eggs, it is very popular.

It costs two yuan a can, which is not expensive and decent.

It’s just like bringing milk, eight-treasure porridge and other drinks when visiting relatives in later generations.

"Uncle, don't worry. I have a notebook here. You can write it down first and we will settle the bill in the evening."

Si Chen had other plans in mind and did not plan to charge Zhao San this fee.

He had just arrived in Zhaojiayuan and had to rely on Zhao San for help.

Which people in the village are kind enough to harvest and give them credit for a few days; who are not kind enough to deal with.

Si Chen has to rely on Zhao San.

Moreover, as the village chief, he has prestige in the village. If he followed, Si Chen would feel more at ease.

Zhao San's mind was spinning quickly and he immediately noticed something, which was exactly what he wanted.

He smiled, took the notebook and ballpoint pen, and began to write down:

Zhao San, 18 acres, 360 yuan.

"Third uncle, I'm new here and I don't know everyone." Si Chen got straight to the point:

"Who wants to harvest? Please help me record it first. Do you think so?"

"It's done! Why can't it be done? Your uncle will take care of you, don't worry, Ang?" Zhao Sanle blossomed.

Anyway, my leg was injured and I couldn't do farm work.

Following Si Chen was just what he wanted.

"Uncle Rong, I have to harvest my brother Zhao Cheng's family first. Will your next family be successful?"

Zhao Rong looked at his watch and asked, "How long will it take?"

"Zhao Cheng's family has 20 acres of land, which takes a little more than an hour." Zhao San quickly answered.

Zhao Rong nodded and said: "Sure, I'll wait."

Si Chen stood on the tractor and said to a group of eager farmers:

"Uncles and brothers, if anyone needs a harvester, please register it here with Uncle Zhao!"

Everyone was immediately ready to make a move and gathered around!

Si Chen quickly said again:

"Third uncle, in order to improve efficiency and not waste time on the road, please arrange them in order of the distance between the wheat fields and here."

Zhao Sansuan understood and waved his hand towards Si Chen: "Don't worry, you can drive in front, I will make everything clear for you!"

Si Chen smiled happily, turned the steering wheel, and headed straight to Zhao Cheng's wheat field next door.

"Uncle Third, me, me, me! My family has 16 acres and I need a harvester!"

"Uncle San, my family has 20 acres and needs a harvester!"

"Sanwazi, my family has 10 acres and we also need a harvester!"

Zhao San was stunned: "Uncle Shuanzi, your family also needs a harvester for this?"

"My son and daughter are all in the provincial capital, and they have to travel thousands of miles to harvest wheat every year." Zhao Shuanzi smiled helplessly:

"The round-trip fare, expenses on the road, and time off work have all almost caught up with the harvester fee."

Zhao Sandao: "That's right, Brother Dajun is very capable. Now he is an expert at the Provincial People's Hospital. If you ask for leave, you will have to deduct a lot of salary, right?"

"Salary or not, it's all a trivial matter." Zhao Shuanzi was very proud when talking about his eldest son, bragging every day:

"The key is that the army has scalpels. If you delay for one day, there will be many people waiting for help, and they will have to report to the Lord of Hell."

"Since we are serving the doctor's job, we must save lives and heal the wounded. Our little wheat is not important compared with human lives."

Zhao San:......-_-||

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Si Chen, who indirectly saved lives and injured people and snatched people from the hands of the Lord of Hell, harvested them by machine in Zhao Cheng's field.

"Hey! Brother Chen, Brother Chen, why did you harvest it?"

Zhao Cheng held a handful of wheat in his left hand and a sickle in his right hand, dumbfounded.

Si Chen kept waving his hands, asking him and his family to get out of the way.

"Brother Chen, it's not that I don't plan to use your harvester, I just want to save others first!"

Zhao Cheng shouted at the top of his lungs and explained:

"Brother Chen, don't misunderstand me!"

Si Chen nodded casually and waved his hand, asking him to get out of the way quickly.

Even though the Zhao Cheng family has 20 acres of land, they actually only have five strong working people.

His father had suffered a stroke and his legs and feet were inconvenient, so he usually tended sheep and cattle.

Her mother cooks, takes care of the housework, takes care of two grandchildren, and also takes care of her pregnant third daughter-in-law. It’s too busy for just one person.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

The three brothers, his wife and second sister-in-law are the effective labor force.

A younger sister, Zhao Na, works in the county hospital and is so busy that she can't even come home.

Si Chen used his big horse and golden knife to harvest Zhao Cheng's wheat within an hour.

Zhao Cheng and the other five followed behind, collecting and loading wheat into the bucket of the tractor.

Their tractor was bought second-hand by three brothers who pooled their money.

Every year when farming is not busy, the three brothers drive a tractor to the coal mine in Heijin Town to pull coal for others.

Labor is very cheap, and you can only earn two and a half yuan for one trip of coal hauling.

Therefore, they can only try to run more trips a day.

Often, in the cold weather, not only do you have to work hard, but you also have to risk the slippery ground to haul coal.

After a busy day's work, the three people only paid 50 yuan, and we had to take into account all the losses and expenses.

Si Chen parked the tractor at the edge of the field, jumped off, and pulled Zhao Cheng to his tractor bucket:

"Brother, look at this, a threshing machine."

"Huh, huh?" Zhao Cheng looked confused.

"I can't go back now. When you finish pulling the wheat, come over and pull my bucket back."

Si Chen picked up a few stalks of wheat and gestured on the thresher:

"Here, a sheaf of wheat is stuffed in, and the straw comes out from the bottom. The wheat grains come out from the side and need to be held in a snakeskin bag. Do you understand?"
To be continued...