Reborn as a rough guy in the 1970s, Jiaojiao is blessed with good fortune

Faced with the villagers' doubts and lack of cooperation, Xiu Xiu flinched for a moment, wondering why she was meddling in such a nosy matter.

But she quickly adjusted and felt that it was a major matter of rations and related to Zhang Jiancheng. Even if her mobilization had no effect, it would be better than doing nothing.

Dandan was still crying on Xiuxiu's back. She tied Dandan on her back to facilitate work. Although this was wronging the child, in this era, this could only be done temporarily.

Xiuxiu rubbed the child's back and said, "They are still at the telegraph pole construction site! Let's go harvest it first! It may rain today! The wheat in No. [-] is ripening quickly, so it's dangerous!"

The villagers followed her, but they all looked at the fun and shouted: "This is not how it was done in previous years! The captain has to come out and make arrangements!"

Xiuxiu said anxiously: "It's too late! If it rains, No. [-] will be in danger!"

The villagers tutted one after another: "It's a great day, why is it raining!"

Some people even started to speak harshly: "With the sun shining, how can it rain? Xiuxiu, your Zhang Jiancheng is the one who can do it. Don't think that you are capable. A woman wants to take charge of this situation..." "

Dandan's crying behind her made Xiuxiu upset, and the villagers' sarcastic remarks made her even more upset. She knew that the people in this village were always divided, and they always pointed everyone to do big things together, but this "everyone" was a very mysterious person. The scope of it led to the fact that in the end no one took the initiative to do it.

That's why Xiaoxi Village remained remote and backward in the previous life. It wasn't until society opened up and people who dared to venture out made the first wave of money that the people in Xiaoxi Village began to work hard.

Thinking of this, Xiu Xiu stopped worrying and simply turned around to talk to the man.

The sarcastic person retorted:

"If you don't want to do it, just go home. Don't make sarcastic remarks to me here. I will be in charge of the overall situation today. We all grow the food together. The whole village's rations are in those fields. In case it rains and the newly ripened crops are harvested. If the wheat is ruined, no one will be able to have enough food for the next year!"

Someone from the back squeezed to the front and shouted: "It will rain when you say it will rain. You are a thunderous woman. How shameless are you to boss everyone around here!"

Xiuxiu knew it was Chen Qiuying as soon as she heard the voice. Since they had already formed a dispute, she did not need to be polite to him.

Xiuxiu turned around and scolded: "Chen Qiuying, you must not come to this harvest today. If you do, you will be a turtle bastard!"

When Chen Qiuying heard this, she immediately became angry. She stepped forward and pointed at Xiuxiu's nose and shouted, "Who are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you!"

Chen Qiuying was completely ashamed, and looked like she was going to fight. When the situation was tense, Aunt Ya pushed Chen Qiuying away from behind, took Xiu Xiu's hand and said, "Xiuxiu, Auntie, go with you, let's collect the grain." go!"

Immediately afterwards, another grandma from the Li family squeezed over, holding a sickle in her hand: "Xiuxiu, let's go together. I've seen No. [-]. It's just ripe. If it rains, it will be ruined!"

Xiuxiu felt at ease. She had just seen a few elderly aunts and grandmothers taking tools and heading this way. Some of these people had help from Zhang Jiancheng, and some were kind-hearted and had always been good to Xiuxiu.

An aunt even licked a mouthful of sugar on Xiuxiu's balls behind her back, and her balls stopped crying immediately.

Xiu Xiu sighed and said: "The aunts are still very aware! Food belongs to everyone and must be harvested day by day. The captain is anxious to provide it to the village."

It's also a great thing to have electricity. We can't just wait for the captain to arrange everything! "

Aunt Ya took advantage of the situation and shouted: "Yes! The running water has just been connected. Who can not say it is convenient? If Xiaoxi Village is better, it is better for everyone. Knowing that the wheat is ripe, we still have to wait for the captain to make arrangements. That is There is no collectivist spirit!”

"All the young and old men went to pull the wires for the village. We women and old people are left here. How can we watch the grain ripe and not move. Anyone who dares to stay out of today's grain harvest is not worthy of being a member of our Xiaoxi Village! "

A few people put down their words and walked toward the wheat field outside the village with Xiuxiu. Xiuxiu whispered to Aunt Ya: "Thank you Aunt Ya for your help!"

Aunt Ya blinked away from her and whispered: "I can still ignore your affairs? I don't believe anyone, I just believe you. Whatever you say will be taken!"

The group of people quickly walked out of the village. The remaining people in the village still wanted to have opinions, but they were too embarrassed to open their mouths. They hesitated and cursed, and they could only go back and take the sickle to the fields to show off.

Mr. Tanabe waited for a while and saw groups of people coming over. Xiuxiu was at the front, holding sickles and tools. There was a steady stream of people coming from a distance. It looked like they were mobilizing. Many people, Third Master found it a bit incredible.

The Third Master and several older fellow villagers surveyed the area twice more and unanimously decided that wheat could be harvested. Everyone immediately started to take action.

At first, most of them worked reluctantly, but Xiuxiu and a few aunts worked particularly hard.

Xiuxiu's balls were tied up on her back. It was hard and uncomfortable. She cried until her voice almost became hoarse. This situation made those who were working reluctantly feel a little sad. Slowly, everyone started to feel sad.

Being infected, I work much harder.

Land No. [-] is about [-] acres, and all the remaining laborers in the village are here. Under the encouragement of Xiuxiu and others, they work hard without eating lunch.

To cut wheat manually, you have to bend down constantly and saw off the wheat stalks by hand. Most people are tired and dare not go back. They are afraid of being said that they have no collective life, so they have to curse while cutting.

Unexpectedly, when I was almost halfway through receiving it, dark clouds slowly came up on the horizon. The sky that seemed sunny just now suddenly turned cloudy.

Xiuxiu wiped her sweat and shouted to Third Master who was cutting wheat in the distance: "Third Master, you are right, it will really rain!"

The third master waved his sickle and shouted: "Stop talking, hurry up and take it away. The cart team over there is rushing to the barn, and we can take back as much as we can!"

The sound of cursing quickly disappeared. Everyone was rushing to harvest and deliver it to the barn. Only the sound of labor was left in the labor field.

Some people looked up at the sky from time to time and looked at the half of the wheat field left, muttering: "I'm sure it won't be finished. It would be great if we can get half of it back!"

While everyone was working anxiously, the sound of a tractor suddenly came from far and near on the field road.

“There’s a tractor!” someone shouted, “He’s from our village!”

Xiu Xiu straightened up tiredly, and saw two tractors lining up in the distance. The back bucket of the tractors was full of people, all waving to them.

The group of people working in the fields were already tired, but now they suddenly became excited. They ran to the field and shouted: "You are back at the right time! All the young people in our village are back!"

When the tractor stopped, the young men jumped down, took the sickles from the women's hands and rushed into the wheat field.

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Someone said: "It was collected just for wheat! You have already collected half of it. Whose idea was this? Can people in our village still have such awareness?"

Someone said: "When the dark clouds came down, Uncle Dayou was very anxious, saying that the wheat in No. [-] land would not be saved. When he came back, he was so anxious that his bicycle fell into the ditch!"