Yesterday, we didn’t see many people breaking off the grain. Today it was very different.

Whether it is on a hillside or on a flat dam, whether it is men, women, old or young, or people with large backs and small bamboo poles. Far and near, high and low, it seems like overnight, people are scattered into the valley...

Hard-working people are like cute ants, walking away on the crisscrossed mountain roads with empty backs and returning with full baskets. Their faces are full of smiles and their bodies are dripping with sweat. Occasionally they meet on the road, and everyone’s faces are full of joy.

Smile, say hello out of breath, without even stopping... It feels like a "war"! The "trophy" harvested is the harvest of grain.

In this hurried harvest army, I caught a glimpse of a very strange person. A long-haired girl with a little dark skin and a little thin. I don't know why she appeared here. Because she is not us.

people in the village.

I just saw that her thin body was carrying an "Erxibei" that was neither too big nor too small. Inside was a "Erxibei" and a flat "Erxibei" bag. It was very strenuous. I could tell that she was struggling.

It was a bit difficult to carry it. I suddenly felt a little soft-hearted and wanted to help her carry it. But I carried a "big thin backpack" on my back, and it was very full. There was no way to help her carry it. I could only try.

Try to strike up a conversation with her.

"It's a bit difficult for you to memorize." I didn't know what to say, so I could only ask this question. But she didn't answer me, nor did she look at me. I suddenly didn't know what to say next.

.I feel a little embarrassed.

In fact, I am not very strong. Even if I want to appear strong in front of my brothers, I also want to do my best to improve "production efficiency". I carry more if I can, and run less if I can.

One trip. It's better now. There is only a "breathing platform" in front.

Because it is a hillside road, the ground is relatively flat, and the road and the ground form a natural angle. When standing on the road, you will not put down the back pole to rest, but carry it on your back, with just the bottom of the back pole on your back.

On the ridge of the ground, the appropriate location of the "breathing platform" depends on the person's height. It seems that she is about the same height as me. She is so strenuous, so she urgently needs to take a breather.

So I quickened my pace, wanting to quickly go down to the "stone stairs" and rest there.

Just when I stood firm and rested on the "stone ladder" for less than a minute or even less, I suddenly heard a sound of "Boom... Boom." I guessed it might be the long

The girl fell down on the stone stairs.

I couldn't care less. I placed my bamboo pole on the stone ridge to stabilize it, and ran up the stone stairs.

Sure enough, the long-haired girl fell down, and the bag fell down the stone staircase. The long-haired girl just sat on the ground crying with her bamboo pole on her back.

I walked almost to her side and asked her if it hurt from the fall. She nodded and her tears couldn't stop flowing. I didn't care whether she agreed or not, so I took off the backpack from her shoulders, put it on my body, and went to help.

She picked up the fallen grain.

Fortunately, she didn't carry much, so she picked it up quickly. After picking it up, I carried her to the bottom of the stone ladder. I put the bamboo pole there, put it on the stone ladder, and then turned around again. When I got to her side, I squatted down and asked her if she could

Can't stand up.

She said: "My foot was injured."

I said, "Pull up your trousers and let me take a look." She pulled up her trousers.

When I took a look, I saw that my knee was indeed broken and bleeding.

I said let me carry you down. She nodded sheepishly, so I carried her down.

When we arrived at our carrying pole, I said, "You rest here, I will carry mine first, and then I will notify your family members to help you carry it."

She said: "Do you know me?"

I said: "I don't know."

She added: "Then why do you want to help me?"

I really couldn't answer this question, so I had to smile awkwardly.

At this time she said: "I am Ruan Sanjie's niece, and I am here to help her break the rice. They are still on the mountain and asked me to come down to cook first."

I knew what she meant, which meant that there was no one at home.
Chapter completed!