Chapter 419: Standing on the ridge of the field and looking

It was just dawn, and twenty large carriages lined up in a long line, and the sound of horse hooves was neat and loud, quite like a cavalry rushing to the battlefield. The men and women on the car were not idle, and they were joking with each other. Occasionally, a man would make the women comrades scold, but his face was full of smiles.

What fat people like most is this atmosphere. It seems that in everyone's hearts, working is not a burden, but enjoying life. Anyway, the fat people think so, so they live like fish in the backyard.

Looking at the carriage behind, my big-footed sister-in-law was cleaning up an unmarried young boy. The young man was blushed by a group of young wives and had a thick neck, which was a little unbearable.

"Sister-in-law Big Foot, why are you here?" The fat man was a little angry and started to rush to get up with them.

"Why can't I come here? I also learn to plant rice. I will use it every year from now on."

The fat man chuckled and said, "Sister-in-law, your big foot piece is too big. When you enter the paddy field, you will step on footprints. Where can you plant the seedlings?"

When the men heard this, they all laughed, and the big-footed sister-in-law couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Damn fat man, you'll all be on the head."

In this "harmonious" atmosphere, the group of people finally came to the rice fields. These old ladies looked at the plain rice fields and looked at them with rare looks. They threw their shoes, barefoot, and laughed and were about to break in.

"Everything else is gathered first, and training is first. Planting rice seedlings is not sowing seeds into the field. This is a technical job. If the seedlings are not well planted, it will directly affect the harvest." He Mancang shouted with his hands behind his back. Judging from his style, he really has the meaning of a local expert.

Everyone immediately closed their mouths and stood in a dense formation. He Mancang began to explain the key points of transplanting rice seedlings: shallow planting, wide line, few plants, sparse planting, the ground level is like a mirror, the ridge is straight as a line, the canal system is equipped, the hole line is consistent, and the density is reasonable. The basic control is 30 cm by 13 cm, and two or three seedlings are inserted in each hole.

Although everyone listened very seriously, the first time a big girl was planting rice seedlings. So after the fat man stuck his eyes a few times, he discussed with He Mancang: "Uncle Mancang, you always demonstrate first, and then we will find a small piece of rice field to practice. When everyone is proficient, they will act seriously. This is also a sharpening knife will not delay the chopping of wood."

When the fat man said this, everyone agreed, because their purpose was not to poke the seedlings into the fields, but to truly meet the standards. If you fool the crops, it will fool you for a year.

He Mancang also felt it was necessary, so he sent a few seedlings that had been pulled out and found a piece of land to practice. At that time, the land would only be raked again.

"Everyone is standing well, and your feet must be kept steady, and you cannot always move back and forth, so as not to step on the fields." He Mancang stood firmly in the middle of the paddy field, hunched his back, and inserted the seedlings in his hands. He planted five or six plants in a row, and then took a big step back. His movements were stretched, just like a yangge dance: "At that time, we have benchmarks on the ground, look at the three seedlings in front, and then look at both sides, and be sure to be horizontal and vertical."

"You always plant slowly, what are the key points?" The fat man saw that He Mancang had planted rice rice too fast just now, and everyone couldn't see clearly.

"The seedlings must be fully rooted and transported. The seedlings should not damage the roots. The seedlings should be planted shallowly and not floated. The depth of the seedlings should be controlled between 2-3 cm. Resolutely overcome deep insertion and prevent the seedlings from being inserted into the nest." He Mancang also slowed down his movements, one move and meticulous. Finally, he also planted a tree in the foot nest, but he had to grab some mud with his hands to fix the seedlings.

"I will pick up the seedlings below, and everyone will take action. The last one is the most tired. The thrown seedlings (a bundle of seedlings) are pulled away by others, or the rest is piled up for you. Just wait and be punished - remember, you can't straighten your waist if you don't insert it to the ground." He Mancang's requirements are really strict, and everyone dare not neglect them, and they all hold their energy.

The fat man was also about to enter the field, but was stopped by He Mancang: "Your slab is too heavy, you can still see clearly after cutting the rice in autumn. You should find some work on the shore."

"As for me-" the fat man scratched his head, and it seemed that he could only pick seedlings.

After a whole morning of exercise, everyone basically mastered the key points, but it took a long time to get to the state of "dance of Yangko" like He Mancang's "dance of Yangko" and "dance of Yangko".

In the afternoon, the rice planting work officially began. There were rows of people in the rice fields. After giving the order, they all started planting rice with their waists.

The fat man was carrying two super large flower baskets, filled with newly drawn seedlings, and humming: "Walking barefoot on the narrow ridge of the field, listening to the bangs and bangs, he took me back to my childhood with the affectionate call of the urn..."

"Keep your mind, your feet slide down—" Boss Car reminded him in the distance. Before the voice could float, he saw the fat man sliding down from the ridge of the field and lying in the mud and water.

"Uncle Boss, why didn't you say it earlier?" The fat man stood up, shook his arms hard, and threw them out in a row of mud and water.

"Who told you to sing so badly-" Everyone shouted, and the fat man had to pick up the load again and throw bundles of seedlings into the paddy field.

The bundles of seedlings drew green arcs in the early air, and then they fell into the paddy fields with a slight sound, all of which were all facing downwards, just like soldiers, standing guard in high spirits.

The fat man is very strong and can only 20 or 30 meters in one swing. It seems that this job is quite suitable.

The rice transplanters in the fields were all very serious and serious. The entire rice field was quiet and it was hard to imagine that more than 200 people were working.

He Mancang is the most limited, so he rushed to the front without panic, and could also check the techniques of others planting rice. Seeing that everyone was really serious, the old man nodded secretly: OK, these people are all good farmers.

I was happy, and the old man's voice was a little itchy. While planting rice seedlings, he also sang: "Yaya--the sun is like a big fireball, and everyone planted rice seedlings to the field. A handful of sweat was green, and his skillful hands flew and painted the beautiful scenery--yohehe--"

Although He Mancang is old, his voice is really bright and his thick voice is floating on the paddy fields, making people feel comfortable.

"One more!" The fat man shouted. He felt that the transplanting rice was similar to smashing and tamping. He was just as he wanted. He sang whatever he saw. The most important thing was to have fast eyes and quick mouth.

"Segmenting seedlings is like counting beads, and planting seedlings is like nodding a chicken. The water in the fields is boiling as hot as fire, and sweat beads on the body are like water flowing—oh hehe——" He Mancang simply sang some technical skills of transplanting seedlings, which were humorous and witty, and everyone's bodies were bent, just like chickens pecking at rice.

After singing a few paragraphs, the car owner over there heard the trick. He was also a master of this and was proficient in various labor entries, so he couldn't help but itch: "Oh ho--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His path is rather wild, and everyone almost laughed when they hear it. The fat man was carrying a load and swaying on the ridge of the field, but he was so hungry that he didn't fall down: "I'm not so mean to destroy people!"

However, the fat man was not a fuel-efficient lamp. His throat was like a broken gong, and he immediately retaliated: "Everyone planted rice seedlings and rows, and the first row was planted in the second row. The first row was the owner of the car, followed by Zhu Yingtai."

When the boss of the car saw that his big-footed sister-in-law was planting rice seedlings beside her.

With a few of them, the original tension quickly disappeared. In the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, they reached the ground without realizing it. Then they straightened their backs and rested. They strictly abide by He Mancang's requirements just now. No one stood straight before they did not reach the ground.

The fat man was not satisfied yet, so he continued to yell: "I have been planting rice seedlings for most of the day, put down the seedlings and I smoke a cigarette..."

Everyone was finally able to speak. When planting rice, no one dared to be distracted: "Fatty, please stop arguing quickly, you will attract all the wolves in a while-"

The fat man curled his lips and continued to entertain himself, and then hummed: "Stand on the ridge of the field and take a look. I don't know what to eat tonight?"

When I finish work at night, it is naturally a "big pot rice", but the food is quite good. It is not easy to plant rice. It is not easy to play with in the mud in the water for several hours, so the food must be harder.

In addition to one salted duck egg for each person, there is also egg soup and small fish sauce dipped in diced mother-in-law. The last dish is stewed with vermicelli shredded beans. It is stewed with salted bacon and the taste is quite good.

The scene of more than 300 people having dinner together can only be described as vast. A pot of sorghum rice is full of, and each person can see the bottom of it. Fortunately, Li Liu and his friends had prepared a lot and stewed two large pots of rice in the Tencent Factory. They asked a few people to pick it up in buckets, and everyone dared to open their stomachs to eat.

The food is delicious when people eat too much, and they are really hungry. They are so snorted that they swept all the food like a wind and clouds. The fat man was reluctant to leave his bowl: "I only ate one bowl, I'm not full."

The owner of the car held his small eye bag in his mouth and taught him his experience: "Fatty, you have never eaten a big pot rice in the production team. I don't know the rules. At the beginning, I always put flat bowls on it, stew it quickly, and finally I will eat a big bowl on the top of the top; you can pour it, serve it first, and press it to make it so hard. When the stew is gone, I will have a bottom-up--" After saying that, I also burped it with a big burp.

"It turns out that there are some specialties in eating a big pot - fortunately I was prepared." The fat man took out two big white steamed buns, took a bite of them, and then asked everyone: "Are there anyone who hasn't eaten enough yet?"

His approach naturally attracted a lot of condemnation, and Li Suozi jumped over and said, "Brother Fat, you are not particular. You bite both steamed buns, how can others eat them!"

"Hehe, I want to eat big white steamed buns, go home to find your wife." The fat man was not easy to join, so he immediately launched a counterattack and fully developed the extended meaning of steamed buns.

When everyone heard this, they immediately started talking about Li Suozi: "Suozi, to be honest, have you eaten it?"

When Li Suozi saw that something was wrong, he wanted to run away, but was caught by several energetic young men: "Tell me honestly, otherwise you will squat your butt into four petals!"

He Mancang and the older generation, including the car owner, Captain Li, Wang Sanpao, and others, also squatted beside to watch the fun. The fat man had a steamed bun and saw that Li Suozi was still punished, so he screamed, so he came to Captain Li and his group.

"Fatty, you guy is so bad." He Mancang smiled and slashed his little bags in his eyes, his eyes narrowed into two slits.

"Hehe, I didn't say anything. The steamed buns steamed by Suozi's wife are really delicious." The fat man pretended to be serious: "By the way, these people can't live in it, so those old ladies should hurry back to the village."

When the owner of the car heard this, he patted his thigh hard: "Yes, hurry up and get the car and pull people back, and pull them over earlier tomorrow morning."

Many men also shouted to go home after hearing this. The fat man left them all: "Haha, why do you all want to go home and eat steamed buns?"
Chapter completed!