Sang Bai pulled the big bull to the side to drink water, while the children took wooden pitchforks and flipped the rice straw to the bottom, so that the rice particles of the rice straw below could be crushed more easily.

"Brother Dongsheng, come and take a look. Is it almost done?"

Dafeng turned over the rice straw and found that there were no rice grains on the rice straw that were turned up below, so he called Chen Dongsheng over to take a look.

Chen Dongsheng walked closer and took a look, then turned around, then nodded and said, "It's almost done!"

After saying that, he turned to Sang Bai and said, "Brother Sang Bai, the rice has been almost done. You can pile up the rice straw after a few more trips."

Sang Bai didn't know this, but Chen Dongsheng said he was going to finish work.

After drinking the water, Dagu Niu pulled the mills again, Chen Dongsheng led the Dagu Niu and beat him, while Sang Bai stood aside and watched.

If the Sangbai cypress is next to you and has issued an order, the big bull can let others lead the work, but as long as the Sangbai cypress leaves, the big bull will surely push the person who dares to lead it away.

Of course, if Sangbai was not next to him, no one in the village would have the courage to lead the big bull.

About half an hour later, the sun had already set westward.

The boys started to build rice straw on the edge of the drying yard with the pitchforks, and soon a haystack came out. The rice on the ground was swept up by the girls, and then poured bags of them and sent them into the house.

Now the rest of the mulberry cypress is to be dried, so the work does not require many people. All it takes is a few days of sunshine. After waiting for the grain to be dried, the farming season will be over.

Of course, the next group will be officially here. Since there are two crops of rice, you will naturally have to plant another crop when you pick it up.

The next day was still a good weather. Sangbai took out his own rice and dried it, sent the autumn harvest and the little raccoon to watch it, and he took Dagu to help.

The rice from the villagers' families has also been ripe one after another. The same heavy rice ears bent the rice straw, and every household is full of joy.

There is nothing to say, it’s just one word: busy!

I feel so tired that my back is sore, but for farmers who dig out food in the water, this is the most anticipated time and the happiest time of the year.

The time interval between the rice ripening is very tight. Within about a week, all the rice of the villagers was harvested. Every day, they went out to harvest at dawn, until the sun sets, and the meal was solved in three or five minutes. The whole village finally grabbed all the rice before it rained.

One day after a light rain, the sun came out again. It was the end of June. Although it was not yet midsummer, the sun already had that meaning.

A sunstorm is not good for the city people, but for the villagers who need the sun to burn the field at this moment, it is the best.

The rice from Sangbai family has dried up long ago, so the small drying yard at the door of Sangbai family has become the rice-making farm and drying yard for the villagers.

Originally, Sangbai was afraid that someone would ask why the raccoon suddenly became bigger. Who would have thought that now everyone was not in the mood to ask about this and were busy fighting rice. Who had time to control a cat?

But when it comes to drying rice, as a cat, the raccoon is a big demon king for a bird who wants to steal rice.

The raccoon and the autumn harvest are the two birds in the village. As long as there are birds who dare to land on the drying ground, they will rush out as soon as possible. The autumn harvest is the raccoon and the raccoons are rushing to have some lunch and breakfast while raising them.

Autumn Harvest is a honest bear boy. When he saw the birds rushing up and driving away, he usually rushed out without waiting for the birds to fall into the drying ground.

The raccoons are N times more cunning than the autumn harvest. Usually, the raccoons will find a hidden place to watch. Some little sparrows fall on the food and do not move. Once the raccoons relax their vigilance, the raccoons will rush over like lightning. As long as the bird reacts a little slower and flies less than two meters high, it is almost destined to become the raccoons' on-board meal.

After dinner, Sang Bai moved a bamboo chair and sat in the shade at the door, preparing to take a nap. When he went out, he found a group of boys using mud and branches to paste a small shed in the grass near the drying yard. If the shed is not big, it can stuff a chicken and hide a duck or something.

"What are you doing?"

Now the farm work is almost done, so the children learn more from Sangbai and also look at the drying ground here.

"We are making a bunker for Lihua. Just now, Lihua caught a sparrow..."

Sang Bo lost interest as soon as he heard this.

"Let's just take a moment, and we'll continue to class later."

"Okay!"

Sang Bai arranged the bamboo chair and lay up. Qiu Sheng also approached his master at this time, lay down and began to yawn.

After a few fans, the cool breeze from the valley blew like this, and Sanbai started to snore in less than a minute.

When I was waiting to open my eyes again, I was called out by the students.

After getting up, I wiped my face and started class.

I took everyone to read a short text, read it several times, and asked each of the children to repeat it, and explained it briefly before the hour passed.

Now Sangbai's family no longer has only one pot or a few adobe beds when they first came. They have an excuse to go out. Sangbai's family has more daily necessities, such as washbasins, and the only thing that can be considered modern at home is probably the alarm clock or the one that is winded.

It is convenient to have an alarm clock. One class is fifty minutes, ten minutes to rest, and the time is stuck tightly.

The children were resting, and Sangbai poured himself a cup of herbal tea and sat back to Murakami to suck.

"Mr. Sang, where to rest?"

When Sang Bo heard someone coming, he looked up and found that Ji Yanping and his wife Liu Erlan had come.

It is not surprising that the couple came here, because today the food on the stadium was the food of their family. The couple had two sons, one daughter and the other was married. Both sons were bachelors, namely the thirty-three Lian Wen and the twenty-eight Lian Wu.

"Yeah, it's time to rest." Sang Bai stood up with a smile.

"You sit, you sit!"

The couple said repeatedly.

The couple came to see the grain, chatted for a few words and squatted on the ground and grabbed it. Then the couple began to push the grain with wooden pushers. This was to flip through the grain. After flipping through it, Ji Yanping squatted beside Sangbai and thanked Sangbai for watching the grain for him.

After a few polite questions, Sang Bai asked, "How is the harvest?"

"good!"

When he mentioned this Ji Yanping couldn't hide the smile on his face, he opened his mouth and said, "If we get this harvest next season, then our life will be very easy."

Sangbai asked, "How many things make you so happy!"

Ji Yanping looked around and found that the children were far away. He lowered his voice and said, "Our family estimates that one acre can have 850 kilograms!"

When Sang Bai heard this, he thought to himself: What's so strange about this? I'll use space for you to urge a batch of rice seeds. You haven't planted it until the average 900 kilograms in forty years and you're happy that it's like this?

Sang Bai worked in the community for a while before and knew some data on this. At that time, he saw a maximum of more than 1,100 kilograms of acres, and the minimum of nearly 900 kilograms. Now he is not as good as in future generations when he plays with space himself?

Sang Bai didn't understand this. What kind of fertilizer was used in later generations? Nowadays, farmers can use fertilizers except farm fertilizer?

Ji Yanping is happy.

So I didn't notice the expression on Sang Bai's face and continued: "After a year, just these acres of paddy fields are more than half of last year. The remaining grain is ours. The grain is good, so we can exchange rice, white flour and other food for ordinary food. It won't be possible to build a big tile house in a few years. With the big tile house, the next step is to tell the child a wife..."

Hearing Ji Yanping's nagging, Sang Bo asked curiously: "How much is your family's yield per acre last year?"

Ji Yanping said: "From rice, miscellaneous grains, etc., it looks like a total of less than a thousand kilograms a year."

"So little?" Sang Bo said in shock.

Ji Yanping said: "A lot of it. Our place is already poor. There are more large plains outside the mountains, but we won't have the output this year. If there is such a yield in the next season of rice, then we can eat every meal next year."

Sangbai was a little speechless. In the hearts of these villagers, every meal was a happy good day. The rural changers who had no ambitions made Sangbai feel that the burden on his shoulders was light.

Ji Yanping's words lit up Sang Bai's eyes next.

"Mr. Sang, our brothers are going to work together to raise a pig. Are you interested in raising pigs?" Ji Yanping asked.

Sang Bai thought to himself: I want to raise it so much!

I haven't eaten pork for half a year, so I can't even mention the word pork, so I drool when I mention it.

"Do you want a ticket?"

Now Sangbai is scared by the word "ticket". He has a few hundred yuan on his waist, but he can't buy anything. He even needs a ticket for a piece of cloth. You say it makes people confused or not.

"Which ticket is needed? It is a piglet from someone else's outside. The price is more expensive, ten yuan, and if it is a sow, it will be more than five or six cents."

"no problem!"

Sang Bai just slapped his waist bag and said that he was not bad for this ten or twenty yuan.

What we lack now is the pleasure of spending money! What's more, just a little more money?

Ji Yanping said: "I have to tell you that this pig is not the kind of white pig that grows meat when fed outside, or our local black soil pig. It is far less meat-growing than the big pig and it grows faster."

Sang Bai slapped his thighs and said, "That's even better. I'll give three heads at the price you said, one head is male, and the other two heads are female. It's best to match it in the future. Of course, if there are too many, you'll have to worry about it. It's best to have five or six heads."

As a veteran, how could Sangbai be liked to eat foreign pigs? That thing is not as fragrant as the local pigs. You should know that in the era when Sangbai came, one pound of local pork could be exchanged for about two pounds of foreign pork. A feed chicken made of ripe food costs only 30 to 40 yuan, and no authentic land chicken is less than 80 yuan.

"Okay, but I can't guarantee so much. I'll protect you one end, and I'll try my best to the rest."

"Look at this, I'll give you the money later," said Sang Bo.

"By the way, are there any chickens or gossips? I also want to raise some chickens. I want to raise more chickens. There are thirty or forty, there are more ducks, and there are more gossips, twenty..."

Ji Yanping was a little stunned when he heard Sang Bo say it. He really didn't expect Sang Bo to raise so many poultry at once.

"I said, Mr. Sang, can you raise it? Are you not afraid of cutting the tail of capitalism?"

"It's okay! The policy has changed."

Ji Yanping said again: "There is no problem with the chicken, it is hard to say about the ducklings and gooses."

"It's okay, how much is it," said Sang Bo.

The birds are almost fading out of their mouths, and the desire for meat products is increasing day by day. Although the peaches are delicious, even the fairy peaches will not be eaten for the rest of their lives.

It's not necessary to change the port.
Chapter completed!