After dinner, Cang Hai took Ping An to work, and Cang Jing and Lin Zhijing naturally went with him. Cang Jing did not grow the land at home, but it seemed that the two of them planned to show off their good performance so that the villagers could accept Lin Zhijing faster.

Shi Wei stayed at home to take care of Mengmeng, prepare lunch, and had to take on the job of cooking mung bean soup for the big guys who worked. Anyway, everyone has something to do at this time.

When I arrived at the cattle shed at the entrance of the village, I found that all the big men in the village had arrived, and were now sitting next to the machine, smoking and chatting under the shade of the trees.

Not only the old people living in the village arrived, but even Cang Shigui, Cang Shiyuan and Li Hui were here. Everyone squatted together happily and chatted very enthusiastically. Even the voices of their speech were clearly festive. After a year's busy harvest, it has been a few days since the harvest. And God is also very powerful this year. How can wheat bends in every family bend over and feel unhappy?

Seeing Canghai coming, they all changed from squatting to standing posture.

Li Liren smiled and said to Canghai: "Haiwazi, you have had too much breakfast. The elders have been waiting for you for half an hour, and you kid don't know how to get up earlier."

Cang Shigui, who stood up, saw his daughter Cang Jing and Lin Zhijing coming together. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and a cold snorted.

But he just snorted and didn't say anything to the two of them. It was obvious that Lin Zhijing was not as eager to kill this little bastard as yesterday.

Because Cang Shigui was unhappy, others were even more reluctant to talk to Cang Jing. Lin Zhijing said something, so the villagers smiled at the two of them and said hello. Because of Cang Shigui's performance, no one has the heart to joke with the younger generations Cang Jing and Lin Zhijing. Fortunately, the scene was a little awkward, but the atmosphere was still good.

Cang Hai smiled and said, "When I do anything, everyone will move. These machines are not complicated. You can drive them back, why don't you dare to move?"

Li Liren smiled and said, "The words we know don't have many big baskets of knowledge, and our understanding is even worse than those of you young people. We are all new machines, so we are afraid of breaking them. Don't let the machine fall down before work can start."

Cang Hai understood that it turned out that a group of people were afraid of breaking the machine. This situation is understandable. In the hearts of the villagers, these machines are very valuable. For the first time in their life, there were so many machines in the village, which was a remarkable thing for them.

These brand new machines made them feel a little scared, fearing that they would break these precious machines by clumsy.

It's like a person who just bought his first car in his life with his driver's license. It's so care. He washes it at least two or three times a month. If he rubs it, he has to go to the fourth son's store to apply paint immediately. He has to wait for the freshness to drive it to make it vigorously.

Canghai has never played these machines, but Canghai is brave and has money in his pocket, so he is not afraid of breaking this machine. The most expensive one is only 70,000 to 80,000 yuan per unit. Canghai will not blink even if he buys ten machines. He is confident in his pocket.

After taking the instruction manual, Canghai started reading it on the spot.

The harvester is not a high-end product, and it is not the kind that directly collects the wheat, and returns the ears to the ears to the stem. This kind of harvester is to harvest wheat, cut the wheat and put it in the field. People also need to tie up the wheat and transport it to the edge of the threshing machine to thresh and remove the bran to finally get the millet.

The machine is very simple. Cang Hai got familiar with it and then went up to fiddle with it. In less than five minutes, he understood the whole process. He drove a machine to the nearest field and tried it. He drove a round trip along the edge of the field and played in a very good manner. The two neat two rows of wheat poles were left where the machine walked.

"You young people are still smart!" Hu Shijie smiled and got on.

Under Canghai's guidance, Village Chief Hu was the first to play with the harvester. The old man seemed very excited and didn't even smoke the usual dry tobacco nest. Today, he changed into a 20-yuan pack of cigarettes with his straight mouth. After dissipating it, he climbed onto the harvester. While playing, he held the cigarette in his mouth while praising Canghai.

Those who don’t know thought the old man was driving a Lamborghini and were holding a girl at the door of the bar, but he was so happy about the old man.

"I'll try it, I'll try it!" Li Lida couldn't help it. Seeing that Hu Shijie was driving very quickly, he also wanted to try driving the harvester.

"Isn't there one in the village? You can't drive it over. Why snatch it with me?"

Hu Shijie didn't want to let go, so he stretched out his head and watched the harvester tuck the wheat neatly into the machine, and then magically came out from the right hand and placed it on the right side of the harvester. He turned his head and looked behind him. Two rows of golden wheat poles were neatly lying into two wheat lines, and he felt so beautiful.

"Brother is driving, can this be considered as me? Come down quickly and let me try it. You have driven a few times." As he said that, Li Lida was about to climb onto the harvester.

Canghai now has the urge to cover his face. The two old men are more than 100 yuan together. How do you think of the harvester as if two children are fighting for toys? I can’t help but think in my mind: Is the harvester really so fun?

Canghai cannot understand the mood of the villagers at this moment. In the past, they used to bend their sickles and chop wheat in the fields, grab a handful and cut a knife, and then fall a drop of sweat to get the wheat away from the field. Now, as long as they sit steadily on the harvester and turn around in less than ten minutes, they will do two or three hours of work alone. How can they not be excited?

There is no harm without comparison. Now this efficiency shows how inefficient they did before.

Cang Hai watched the two old men grab the harvester, and there was another harvester behind him. Cang Hai turned his head and found that the other harvester had also been driven next to him.

Canghai walked over and taught him the lessons. Soon Li Liren, Li Licheng, and uncle Wei Wenkui also learned it, so the harvester began to work in the wheat fields of Uncle San’s house.

"Haiwazi, go back to the village and teach those wives how to use that threshing machine. We can only have these things. Ping An, Shiyuan and Shigui, you three, are using livestock trucks to transport the wheat back. The wheat transported back is threshed by the women in the village. Remember to come one by one, don't mess it up at that time." Li Liren assigned the task.

Li Liren did not snatch his elder brother, and threw down his words and looked at Li Licheng who was flying in the harvester.

Cang Hai, who had taken on the new task, was not good for him to stay in the field anymore. Besides, seeing that they were all excited, they decided not to touch the harvester this year, so they took the lead back to the village.

"This is not good. The whole country will not let the wheat stems burn in the fields," Cang Hai said.

Hu Shijie glared: "What should I do if I don't burn it? You can't let the wheat pole rot in the village. Even if it's a fire, it won't be used. Besides, after burning for thousands of years, I haven't seen any haze. Now, when the haze comes out, we farmers are blamed for burning wheat pole! These experts are just nonsense."

Hu Shijie did not understand this policy very much, and it was a bit exaggerated to say that Sijiaping was uninhabited for thousands of miles. There must be no one in 50 miles. Moreover, the more you go in the loess ditch, there are fewer people. Even the roasted wheat stem is not a big problem. The key is that the wheat planted in Sijiaping Village is really too small, and it is not as good as an administrative village along the coast. It doesn’t matter whether it is burned or not.

After hearing this, Canghai felt that he had nothing to do, so he turned back to the village and drove out the excavator. Canghai, who was driving the excavator, did not choose to cross the river, but drove east along the village, turned over a small slope, and then arrived at the rice field location selected by Canghai.

The slope here is gentle, the slope is not big and it is sunny. Anyway, there is no saying that except for planting wheat in Sijiaping Village, it is not a year or two. It is all year round, so it is naturally even worse for rice. So just choose a sunny land for rice fields.

When I arrived at the place, Canghai started to dig its own rice fields on a slope about two meters high from the valley. It was not difficult to dig the loess excavator. At the beginning, Canghai was a little bit of a manual operation. After waiting for an hour to work, he gradually became familiar with it and digged faster.
Chapter completed!