Countercurrent 1978 starts with the production team

The Tian family has a few leisure months, but in May people are twice as busy. The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.

On the morning when the summer harvest began, Chu Jianghe was woken up by his family just after dawn.

Rural cadres in this era did not leave their jobs and had to participate in labor, especially during the important period of summer harvest.

The members of Xiaohe Village who are familiar with farming have already sharpened their sickles for today.

Except for those who must stay to work in brick factories and pig farms, everyone in Xiaohe Village, young and old, young and old, who can contribute must work in the fields.

When Chu Jianghe came to the field with a sickle, the members of Xiaohe Village had already stood in the designated area and started working.

The weather is hot in summer, and it would be nice to work more while the weather is cooler in the morning.

Chu Jianghe did not dare to delay, so he bent down and started harvesting.

Holding a handful of wheat straw in his left hand, he took a sharp sickle in his right hand and slashed along the root. A handful of wheat was cut off, and then he threw it behind him and laid it out. Repeat this, moving forward, leaving behind Rows of felled wheat.

Xiaohe Village has a clear division of labor. Others tie up the cut wheat into bundles and transport it to the threshing floor using tractors or human carts.

When Chu Jianghe bent down and straightened up again, it was almost noon.

He kept bending over to work, even though he was extremely talented, it was a bit unbearable. Sweat beads kept dripping down his forehead into the soil, and quickly disappeared with the high temperature.

The hot summer sun has risen, a gust of wind blows, and the golden wheat waves sway with the wind, making a rustling sound.

However, the Chujiang River does not feel cool at all, because the wind is hot, and it makes people sweat. The sweat on their bodies gets wet and then dries, and then dries and gets wet. Coupled with the tingling feeling of wheat awns, it makes people feel Very uncomfortable.

As the temperature rises, the harvesting speed of the members of Xiaohe Village has slowed down. They have not finished their work and have no time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the wind blowing the wheat waves.

No one complained that they were tired. They had been here for generations. What they gained was not only wheat, but also a year’s worth of hope and expectation.

Chu Jianghe wiped his sweat with the towel on his shoulders, licked his chapped lips, and looked at the seemingly endless wheat field in front of him, feeling frightened in his heart.

At the same time, I became irritated, wondering how long it would take to harvest manually.

Chu Jianghe remembered that if harvesters were popularized in his previous life, it would probably be in the late 80s or early 90s.

Damn it, Xiaohe Village must build a harvester after making money this year.

As long as you have a harvester, it will be labor-saving. When the harvester drives over, what comes out is the wheat with good kernels.

Not long after, it was time to eat. The members of Xiaohe Village also stopped what they were doing, took out the dry food and water they had brought, and found a cool place to rest while eating.

Chu Jianghe also found a shade spot, drank half a bottle of cold water, and then ate the food he brought home.

A few pancakes baked last night, rolled with meat that had been sauced in advance, tasted delicious.

Tie Zhu next to him smelled the fragrance and came over. As soon as he came over, he said: "It smells so good. Life in Secretary Chu's family is good."

Chu Jianghe was too tired to speak, and rolled his eyes at him. Seeing that he was holding a steamed bun and a bowl of water, he handed him a piece of homemade pancake rolled with a few pieces of meat.

Seeing his roll of eyes, Tiezhu smiled and did not take it, and quickly added: "Secretary Chu, I am not being sarcastic. What I mean is that if the life of Secretary Chu's family is not good, then the lives of our members Let’s just stop living this life.”

"Stop it, stop it. When did you, Tiezhu, learn to flatter you? Just take it as you are told. What nonsense!" Chu Jianghe said impatiently when he saw him like this. If he hadn't been eating, he would have really wanted to kick him. Two feet.

"Eh, eh."

Tie Zhu quickly took the cake from Chu Jianghe's hand and started eating it. He laughed innocently while eating, "Well, this cake is more delicious than steamed buns."

After Chu Jianghe finished eating, he threw a cigarette to Tie Zhu and lit a cigarette himself and started smoking happily.

"How about the threshing floor?"

After Tie Zhu finished eating the cake, he slurped the oil on his hands and tasted it. Then he took the cigarette out of his ears and replied: "Our village bought a threshing machine, which saves us a lot of effort." , they are busy threshing over there."

Chu Jianghe then smiled and nodded. If it weren't for this threshing machine, the newly harvested wheat would have to be spread flat to the threshing floor and rolled back and forth with animals or tractors pulling stone rollers for threshing. The efficiency would be very high. Just imagine.

With a threshing machine, you can save many days of time by arranging for someone to do the threshing.

For this reason, he even borrowed a tractor from Zhang Li, just to use the power of the tractor to drive the thresher. If possible, he would save some effort.

After working hard for many days, Chu Jianghe breathed a sigh of relief after all the wheat in Xiaohe Village was dried and delivered to the warehouse.

He has been bending down to work in the fields for the past few days. Even he is very tired, let alone the ordinary members.

Fortunately, the weather has been kind, and the sky has been clear and clear for the past few days, with not a drop of rain falling. This can be regarded as a relatively perfect summer harvest.

At this moment, the faces of the members of Xiaohe Village are also filled with the joy of the harvest. When the grain is put into the warehouse, after weighing, this year's wheat production is 400% more than last year, and the average yield per mu is close to [-] kilograms.

You must know that future generations will have excellent seeds, as well as chemical fertilizers and pesticides. The yield of wheat per mu is only about 800-1000 kilograms.

In 1978, the average wheat yield per mu was only 246 kilograms. Why shouldn't people be happy with Xiaohe Village's output of nearly 400 kilograms?

Some old people in the village were grinning so much that they almost reached their ears.

After the summer harvest is over, summer planting comes next. Only after summer planting can you relax completely.

During summer harvest, I hope it won’t rain. After summer planting, I hope God will give me more rain.

The lives of farmers are spent in this expectation year after year. Fortunately, God did not let them down this year and gave them a bumper harvest.

Now the threshing floor in the village is filled with wheat straw, which is stacked high.

There is no such thing as waste products in rural areas right now. The wheat straw may be mixed with fodder to feed livestock, or used as firewood for stoves, or it may be broken into pieces and used as raw material for toilet paper.

On summer nights, when adults sit outside to enjoy the cool air after dinner, this becomes the best entertainment place for children in the village.

One by one, they climbed up the tall piles of wheat straw and played, or got into the piles of wheat straw and played hide and seek...

Seeing this happy scene, Chu Jianghe was also very pleased.

Farmers in this era are really suffering, but fortunately they can still live their lives.

Thousands of miles away, Hui Province is not having such an easy time. This year, Hui Province suffered a drought that has never happened in a century. Most areas have not had rain for six or seven months. The affected farmland area has reached more than 6000 million acres, and agricultural production has suffered serious losses.

Difficulties bring change, and it seems that the household-based distribution agreement will also be on the stage of history.

Chu Jianghe was too weak at this time and could only be a bystander, quietly watching the changes in the world.

What he didn't expect was that a piece of news suddenly came from Liu Laoshi.

Professor Song is leaving.