One person held a sickle in his hand, only Rong Yu was at a loss, standing by the field not knowing what to do.
Ying Xun was stunned and felt a little strange, but his muscle memory was still there. He squatted down and cut two handfuls, and he had already found the feeling.
"Xiao Yu, take your time, don't worry, don't cut your hands." Father Rong wiped the sweat off his face. As soon as the sun came out in summer, he felt hot before he started working.
"Yes, remember to grab the high point." Rong Yao also reminded.
"You can just cut two or three, you know?" Ying Xun saw that Rong Yu was sweating profusely, his cheeks had started to turn red, he frowned, stretched out his hand and put down the veil that Rong Yu had pulled up, covering his face and neck, "Don't be greedy for cold, you will get sunburned."
"I know." Rong Yu took two steps back, looking at Ying Xun inexplicably, why he always likes to play tricks.
"Xiao Xun, Yaoyao, Xiaoyao doesn't know how to do it, you should watch it." Rong's mother stood next to Rong's father, separated from Rongyao, worried about explaining. If the family conditions were a little bit better, she wouldn't be in a hurry to grab the autumn, and she didn't want to let Rong and Xiatian.
Her heart aches for a child who is raised like jade but has to be ground in the fields.
"I'll pay attention." Rong Yulian was worried by the four people, and his fighting spirit rose, and he squatted down holding the sickle, but he didn't know how to do it.
"Xiao Yu, look, that's it." Rong Yao grabbed a handful of rice stalks, pulled the sickle, and there was a crisp sound, and the rice stalks snapped, very simply.
"I understand, you continue to cut, I'll observe." Rong Yu thinks it's easy, as long as he looks again and has more experience, there will be no problem.
"Smart." Rong Yao gave Rong He a thumbs up, and began to work hard.
In the south, rice is planted in handfuls, with seven or eight ears in one cluster, and one can cut a handful by holding the rice stalk, and can cut three or four handfuls in a row before putting them down, and can grasp three or four handfuls with big hands. Rong Yao passed by in a row, twice, seven.
He is hot and hot, very handsome.
Others have already started, and the crisp voice resounded in the rice field, and soon, Rong and the three people on the left had already cut a piece of land.
Rong Yu looked at it for a while, and waited for everyone to run to the front, then tried to grab a handful. The sickle was pulled on the rice stalk, and it got stuck, and then pulled again, but it still didn't move.
Rong Yu: "..."
Why can't they pull their own knives with each knife? Could it be that the knife is bad
"You have to be clever and cut it off in one go. If you stop for a while, the rice stalk will get stuck on the sickle." Ying Xun was on the right side of Rong Yu, and he didn't move. I sighed secretly in my heart, he is also very handsome in cutting rice!
"I understand." Rong Yu grasped the rice stalk tightly with his left hand, rubbed the sickle with his right hand a few times, and the sand broke suddenly. Because his left hand was too tight, he was caught off guard, and sat down on the field stalk, feeling cool.
But Rong Yu didn't care, and shook the rice stalk in his hand, a little proud. Jian Xun next to him wanted to remind him that the grains on the ears of rice were already ripe and would fall off easily when shaken, but seeing that Rong Rong was so happy, he didn't say anything.
"Why haven't you started yet?" Rong Yu carefully put down the first handful of rice he cut in his life. Feeling Ying Xun looking at him, he turned his head to stare at him, "If you don't move, the harvesting will be over."
Ying Xun: "..."
Helpless, dumbfounding, but very happy, for such a vibrant look and joy.
After Rong Yu was finished, he was in a good mood, but soon he was in a bad mood. Ying Xun's speed was really fast, even if it seemed a little strange at first, but soon, "rustling", the rice was cut down, The man ran to the front, leaving Rong and two.
Seeing that even Rong Yao cut off seven hands at once, and he was alone with two hands, Rong and anger, who is he looking down on
Holding the sickle, Rong Yu stretched out his head and shouted to Ying Xun in front of him, "You leave more for me."
"I'll leave it to you if you catch up." Ying Xun didn't reply.
Rong Yu gritted his teeth, held his sickle tightly and began to chase, there is still a difference between a novice and a veteran, even if the amount is only a quarter of others.
The sun is rising higher and higher, the hot weather makes people feel that the air inhaled into the lungs is hot, the head is a little dizzy from the sun, Rong Yu feels a little pain in the palms, and even the arms are starting to be sore.
In a daze, he seemed to recall the only time he went to the fields in his previous life, and it seemed to be the same.
Ying Xun was drenched all over, and his mouth was a little dry. When he stood up, he saw Rong and a handful of rice sharpened two or three times before he came down. He was heartbroken and funny. He threw down the sickle, and Ying Xun walked to the field and drank a cup. Filled another cup, walked towards Rong Yu, before he could see his dragged feet were very close to the rice, and the scythe had already been placed on it...
"careful."
"ah!"
There was a scream, and the three people in front quickly got up, and saw Ying Xun running towards Rongyu, and Father Rong asked quickly, what's wrong
"Rong Rong's foot was cut." Ying Xun replied, and ran close to Rong Yu in two or three steps. Seeing him squatting on the ground and covering his foot, with pain on his face, he squatted down quickly: "How is it? Is the cut deep? ?”
After saying that, he pulled away his hand covering his foot, and what he saw was his thumb that was bleeding out.
As soon as Ying Xun was anxious, he bent down and wanted to hug him horizontally, but was pushed by Rong Yu: "What are you doing?"
Tears of tolerance and pain flashed.
Here, Rong's parents also ran over, and they quickly helped Rong Yu to sit beside the field stalk. They were relieved when they saw that the wound was not too deep. Father Rong bent down, dug up a piece of mud in the wet rice field, squeezed it, and pressed it on his big toe.
Ying Xun looked at Father Rong's action, and had no time to stop it.
Rural people in the 1990s were injured in the fields, as long as it was not too serious, they would directly pat the wound with mud to stop the bleeding. Ying Xun would do this before, but only after a lifetime did he realize how dangerous this action is.
"Dad, don't use this, sister, have you brought paper?" Ying Xun quickly reached out to take out the mud, rinsed it with cold boiled water, and soon the blood overflowed again.
Rong's mother was anxious: "Why did you get the mud down, it will bleed."
"Mom, don't worry," Rong Yao comforted, took out the sweat-wiping paper he brought along and squatted beside Rong Yu to block the wind, and lit it with a match. Otherwise, with the habit of no one smoking in their family, they would not bring it at all.
Half of the paper towel was burnt and there was only a little ashes on it. Carefully applied it, it was wet by the overflowing blood, Rong Yao burned some more paper to stop the blood.
"Xiao Yu will sit here for a while, and then go back with mother after cutting." Father Rong said.
This kind of small wound is basically nothing to the farmers. They were often injured during farm work. They just slapped a piece of soil on it to stop the bleeding and continued to work. Xiao Xun and Yaoyao were not uninjured before, but when it comes to this son, Father Rong always wants to love him more.
"Then I will continue to fight." Rong Yao poured himself a glass of water, and walked towards her battlefield with a sickle in hand.
They mowed the quarter field for almost half an hour, and there was not much left at this time, and it could be solved in less than half an hour. More people means more strength.
Everyone walked away slowly, leaving Ying Xun.
First, he opened the umbrella and handed it to Rong Yu, then poured a glass of water into his hand, and then returned to work.
After more than 20 minutes, all the rice had been harvested, and Rong's mother went home to feed the pigs, silkworms, and make lunch, and Rong Yu was also driven back.
"I won't go back, I can help pack the rice." Rong Yu injured his foot, and it's not easy to squat down to cut the rice, but he thinks that when the rice is threshed, he can help to pack it behind, "No more bleeding."
The clear eyes are full of firmness, and the body is straight and serious.
"Okay, manly man, this little injury is nothing serious." Father Rong laughed and left him behind.
"Then you have to promise not to touch the threshing machine randomly." Ying Xun felt lingering fear. It's not like no one cut the rice too hard and cut off his toe. He was only glad that Rong Yu didn't have much strength this time and the injury was not deep.
"I'm not a child." Rong Yu said angrily.
The production principle of the threshing machine is not difficult. The pedal drives the drum inside through the gear, and U-shaped iron bars are nailed on the drum, densely covered on it. After stepping on the pedal, the drum rolls up, puts the ears of rice inside and knocks them down through the pulling force. The pulling force is not too big, but it is not too small. It is easy for inexperienced people to step on the ground and the pedal with one foot. was pulled in.
In the past, a twelve or thirteen-year-old child was dragged into the village next door, and half of his arm was amputated.
So even if Rong Yu stays, everyone unanimously decided that Rong Yu can only wait and see for now, and wait until he has experience.
Hearing them talking about the danger, Rong Yu also stood at a distance, watching them threshing inside one by one, he thought it was not dangerous, so he took an ear of rice and put it inside carefully, hula Take it off completely.
For a moment, he narrowed his eyes with a smile.
"Why are you disobedient?" When Ying Xun came over, he saw Rong and his tentative movements like a little rabbit.
"I think I can do it too. And if you don't learn, how can you have experience." Rong Yu said confidently, and continued to test slowly with one or two sticks. Seeing that he didn't get much, the others let them go.
However, Rong Yu soon became courageous, and secretly used two hands to fight. One foot was not stable, and he was pulled forward. Fortunately, he did not step on the pedal quickly, and the pulling force was not strong, so the roller was stuck and stopped. But this also scared the other three people enough.
So Rong Yu was driven to the head of the field to sit and was not allowed to move again.
Even cutting and threshing, plus rest time, it took the Rong family almost three hours to complete it. Putting it into a bag, the final harvested grain was only about 150 kilograms. Because the threshing machine had to be pulled back, the tricycle had to go twice. Rong Yu went back with Dad Rong and Rong Yao, but he didn't follow the second trip. Dad Rong pulled the tricycle to the field by himself, and then followed him. Ying Xun pulled the rice back together.
After Rong Yu returned home, Rong's mother rushed him to take a bath, and then applied medicine to his feet.
There was still a little bleeding from the wound, and the flesh was turned outwards, which looked a little scary.
Rong Yu sat at the door and finished applying the medicine, only to realize that the toenails and fingernails are a bit long, and there are small teeth. If they are not cut off, they are easy to tear and hurt the flesh under the fingers.
The Rong family didn't have nail scissors, only old-fashioned scissors, which were heavy and blunt. Rong Yu didn't know what to do with the scissors.