The next day, when the sky was dark and Liu Chen was still sleeping, his fourth sister Youdi pulled him up. He got up in a daze, but because the bed was too hard, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Liu Chen habitually touched the mobile phone on the bedside and found nothing. Only then did Liu Chen remember where he got his mobile phone in 1976. Not to mention mobile phones, he didn't even have a watch or an alarm clock now.

"Baby, you are still wearing my clothes today, but you have to go to work today."

Hearing this, Liu Chen's head is getting bigger. Although Liu Chen's family is also a farmer and is in a rural area, he has never been to the fields or done farm work at all.

There is no other way now. Now that we are in 1979, work is essential.

Taking the clothes given by Liu Jiefang, Liu Chen really didn't want to wear them. They were in tatters and had patches piled on top of each other. They were washed and turned white.

This patch is not like that of later generations, where people would make holes in fine clothes. That's called fashion, that's fashion.

I had no choice but to wear my white shirt for work. You had to look like you were working. Since the clothes were clean, Liu Chen just put them on.

Wash up and go to work.

Soon we arrived at the field, and the food delivery person also came.

During the busy farming period, when the cooperative members go to work, breakfast and lunch are usually delivered by dedicated people, and the cooperative members go home to eat dinner by themselves. During the busy farming period, they usually work two hours of overtime.

Breakfast is sorghum black steamed buns, cornmeal steamed buns, pickles, and some gruel.

Looking at the breakfast in front of him, Liu Chen thought of his hometown, sesame seed cakes, steamed buns, camellia oleifera, spring rolls, spicy soup, sesame balls, rice noodles, and cold noodles. His mouth watered just thinking about it. This was the extra meal he had given him after he arrived.

Well, since Liu Chen didn't come, everyone's meal was even worse.

I barely swallowed it and rolled my eyes. The steamed buns were dry and hard and made my throat ache. The porridge was really porridge, with a few grains of rice floating in it.

I swallowed some steamed buns with my eyes closed and drank some porridge.

After eating, Captain Liu divided into groups. Everyone followed their group leader and got their own tools, sickles, ropes, etc. and walked to the wheat field with them.

The sun shines on the wheat, and the wheat waves roll, turning into a golden ocean. The golden wheat is like topaz. It bends down heavily and exudes fragrance.

This year is a harvest year, and everyone is looking at the fields of wheat with smiles on their faces. Men, women, old and young are all happy and full of energy.

Captain Liu looked at this year's wheat and said with a smile: "Everyone is working hard. This year's harvest is very good. One acre of land can produce at least two to three hundred kilograms."

After hearing this, everyone was very motivated and excited.

Hearing such words, Liu Chen stared and curled his lips. It was only two to three hundred kilograms. In later generations, one acre of land could produce more than a thousand kilograms of wheat. In bad years, it could also produce seven to eight hundred kilograms.

Two to three hundred pounds are so exciting.

In fact, how did Liu Chen know that this year was still a year of good harvests. If there was a natural disaster or something, some could only produce one or two hundred catties, or even the harvest might not be possible.

Looking at the waves of wheat in front of him, Liu Chen was troubled. These days, there are no combine harvesters, and all wheat harvesting is done manually, with each person holding a sickle. With so much wheat, it will take at least more than a month to harvest it all and load it into the warehouse.

Holding the sickle in his hand, Liu Chen frowned. When would this be a bad thing to wear? If you have to feel busy in farming, wouldn't it cost someone's life? He has never done much farm work since he was a child, so now he has to harvest it by himself.

Maizi, this job is too arduous. Liu Chen held the sickle in his hand and felt it weighed a thousand pounds.

"Son, you and your father are in a team. The male's work score is 10 points." Captain Liu looked at Liu Chen with a smile.

Liu Jiefang was very happy. He had always received 10 points at home, and his daughter and wife had received 8 points.

The Liutang production team uses the Dazhai system of scoring. A male laborer is worth 10 points for a day's work, women are generally worth 8 points, children are worth 2 points, and heavy physical labor is generally worth 12 points.

If you get up early and work a lot, you won't get points. If you have high consciousness, high quality, and good moral character, you will have high honor. In this era, everyone attaches great importance to honor.

Everyone was bending down to harvest. The wheat that had been standing straight and in bunches a moment ago lay on the ground in an instant, forming a golden wide strip.

I saw Liu Chen imitating an adult, holding a sickle in his right hand and grasping wheat in his left hand. He was cutting small handfuls. After cutting a few handfuls, he straightened up. He was tall and stooped so hard that his back hurt. He almost got cut several times.

My own leg. The hand holding the sickle was too hard. The thin skin and tender flesh of the hand were rubbed into blisters. At first, I thought it was very simple, but now I realized that it is not very simple either.

The sun was getting hotter and fiercer, and there was not even a straw hat. Everyone was holding up to the bright sun, several of them were shirtless, and sweat was dripping down their faces.

"Liu Chen, look how slow you are cutting, look how far everyone else is cutting you."

Captain Liu really didn't expect that Liu Chen was still moving around when others were almost cut off.

Liu Chen also wanted to go faster, but he couldn't catch up with others despite all his efforts.

"Brother, I'm here."

I saw the fourth sister, Youdi, coming with a sickle. Youdi's face was red from the sun, and sweat flowed down her cheeks as she lay down.

"You are cutting very slowly, let me help you."

The person who said this was Liu Huzi. Everyone called him Silly Hu. He was over thirty years old. His grandparents were gone long ago. His mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to him. His father also fell ill and died a few years ago, and he was three years old.

When I was young, I had a fever that was not treated in time, which burned out my brain. I just smiled when I saw people.

People are capable and hard-working, and they are active at work, but they must be led by others when working, otherwise they will run away when they are tired and cannot find anyone.

His family's food was not enough all year round, so the team leader applied for him to be a poor household. If someone had food for him, he would help them, and they would give him some money.

"This is Liu Huzi, he is a very nice person, but..." Youdi pointed at her head and told Liu Chen.

Youdi and Huzi bent down and lowered their heads, stretched the sickle head towards the root of the wheat, pushed back with their right arms, and a handful of wheat fell to the left hand. Their left hand and left arm gathered together to catch it, and put it behind them.

He stepped back to the left and repeated the harvesting action. In an instant, the straight rows of wheat in front of him were all lying behind him, forming a golden wide strip.

The person responsible for baling bundles the wheat that has just been cut and waits for the members to load the truck later.

Liu Chen imitated their example. Before he had cut a few times, his face was covered with sweat and he was very thirsty. The main reason was that his waist was so bent that he couldn't keep up no matter how hard he tried. His waist was almost broken and he couldn't straighten it up.

Get up.

Throwing away the sickle, he sat on the ground, pouting and breathing heavily.

Stop it, stop it, it really wasn’t done by humans. I’m too tired. This sickle is much harder to hold than a scalpel.

Soon the sun rose directly above. The fierce sun was like a big fireball, burning blazingly, pouring excessive light and heat onto the earth. The whole earth seemed to be on fire.

Liu Chen lay down with sweat flowing down his face, shaking it off with his hands, and his head felt dizzy.

He wasn't full for breakfast, so he felt even hungrier now. He wanted to eat sesame seed pancakes with tenderloin, stinky mandarin fish, roasted chicken with dried beans, etc. He wanted to eat a lot of delicious things now.

He wants to eat these delicacies so much now. In the past, he would not eat the food cooked in his own restaurant, but he still wanted to go out to eat. Now Liu Chen really wants to eat the food cooked by his mother.

"Brother, you are thirsty. Come and drink some cold water."

He took the porcelain jar "Serving the People" from Youdi and drank heavily.

This water was drawn by Youdi from the well in the morning. It was cold and delicious. After taking a sip, Liu Chen felt much refreshed.

"Have a drink and cut quickly. Take advantage of the good weather these days and finish cutting quickly. If it rains, it will be over."

The food that reaches your mouth cannot just fly away.

After saying this, Youdi bent down and continued harvesting. She fell over the wheat and was soon far away from Liu Chen.

Seeing Youdi cutting quickly, Liu Chen also picked up the sickle and started cutting.

"You should be like this." Huzi watched Liu Chen cutting awkwardly and started to demonstrate.

Cross your legs, bend over, and hold the knife.

With a strong force, a handful of wheat was cut down, and due to inertia, Liu Chen sat down on the ground.

"Hahaha, look at that kid lying on his back."

"Haha, this kid is a hollow carrot."

Listening to the laughter of others, Liu Chen didn't care. This was his first time cutting wheat. It was normal that he didn't know how to cut wheat.

Liu Chen smiled awkwardly, stood up, and continued to cut.

Liu Chen's hand holding the sickle was too hard, and he felt that his hand was no longer his own, and it was burning. He put down the sickle, and saw several big blisters on his hand. He endured it, and occasionally looked up, feeling

They were almost reaching the end of the field, but they bent down to cut as hard as they could, but the end of the field was still far away. At this time, Liu Chen not only had pain in his back, but his legs also felt like they were filled with lead, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

"I won't do it anymore, I really won't do it anymore."

Liu Chen sat down on the ground again and threw the sickle far away.

Huzi saw that Liu Chen was really tired, so he handed him another glass of water: "You lie down and rest, I'll cut it."

Huzi said, picked up the sickle that Liu Chen had thrown out, and put it in Liu Chen's hand.

"Don't lose this. If you lose the captain, you will have to pay for it."

Could Liu Chen know that this is a guy who eats, he is like his own scalpel, he is just venting his anger when he is tired.

At noon, the scorching sun became even more intense, and it felt like it was roasting the earth.

Liu Chen was sleeping on the floor, sweat dripping down his face, and his stomach growled with hunger. The wheat straw under him made his back hurt, but he still felt more comfortable than working.

"It's time to finish work. Everyone comes here to make good rice. Let's continue harvesting in the afternoon. The weather is good these days, so we must rush to harvest."

When Captain Liu saw the food deliveryman coming, he asked everyone to rest and eat.

When Captain Liu saw the wheat harvested by Liu Chen, he shook his head and said, "Hey, baby, what can I say about you?"
Chapter completed!