Female President's personal doctor

Chapter 353

Chapter 381 The Wheat Cutting Competition

The team leader introduced Ma Kuiwu by the way: "This young man is so smart, every time the leader from above comes to check the work, I call him over and let him cook.

I don’t know who he learned the skills from, no matter it is simple rice or complicated rice, as long as he moves his hands, he can cook it with gusto. Farmers’ happy events and careers are all invited to come over as a chef , the big fried cake was just soft and hard.

Every year, the team scores evenly, and all the sheep that are killed are stewed by him as the chef. When the ice falls in winter, the president, please come and invite you to taste his stewed meat skills. No one can compare to it a hundred miles away he. "

The president asked Ma Kuiwu: "How old are you this year? Are you looking for a wife? How many people are there in the family?"

Looking at the amiable commune president, Ma Kuiwu was a little nervous, so he replied: "I died early, and now I live with my mother, and I have a younger sister, and I haven't found a wife yet."

The president nodded and said: "Then you are the pillar of the family, earn money well, and marry a wife in the future. With your shrewd and capable appearance, you don't have to worry about not finding a good girl."

The captain echoed from the side: "Ma Kuiwu, did you hear that? The president is praising you.

President, you have just been transferred to our commune, I am not familiar with it yet, how many children do you have?Does your lover work in a commune? "

The president sighed: "I already have two children, the older one is in the first grade of primary school, unexpectedly my daughter-in-law got sick and passed away, leaving me a bachelor, father and mother at the same time.

I'm busy with work, so when I'm in a hurry, I leave the little girl in the commune and ask them to take care of her by the way. "

The captain said flatteringly: "There are many good girls in this commune, and the wives of dead men. If there is a good woman, I will help you find one."

The president laughed: "Captain, you don't have to worry about it. It's all my private business. Besides, I'm an old man with two children. Who will look for me?"

Now it is autumn, and the wheat is yellow, so it is the time to rush to harvest the autumn harvest, because once the wheat turns yellow, it will be harvested immediately, otherwise, if it is ripe, the wheat grains will be scattered in the ground, forming grain The phenomenon of waste.

The captain was working with the members, but because the president came, he called Ma Kuiwu here, and the two of them entertained the president alone.

Ma Kuiwu thought to himself, if he doesn't come sooner or later, what kind of work is he here to check this time?
This wasted all morning, how many ridges of wheat can be harvested, but he thought so in his heart, but he dared not say it out of his mouth. At the same time, he also thanked the captain for his care.

Because harvesting wheat is quite hard work, my back hurts so much that I can hardly straighten it up. Ma Kuiwu is the first expert at work. With his big hand, he grasps the rows of wheat, and with a wave of his sickle, he cuts them off quickly. Down, it can be said that he reaps the wheat, and no one can match him.

That's why the team leader valued him so much.

After eating, the president scooped up a ladle of cold water, poured it into his stomach, and said to the team leader, "Get me a sickle, and I'll go to the fields to work with you."

Ma Kuiwu squinted at the president, why are you coaxing?You are the head of a commune, so you can do such a heavy job!
The team leader was in a bit of a dilemma, so let's push it away. The president asked for work, but if he didn't push it, he was afraid that the leader would be tired, so he said to Ma Kuiwu, "You can accompany the president to cut the wheat."

In an endless field of crops, the commune members had just cut one piece of land, and now hurried to another piece of wheat field. The captain stood in front and directed: "Take me as the center, and you follow the side and start moving the sickle." After finishing speaking, he bent down and cut quickly.

Ma Kuiwu was originally accompanying the president, so he was not in a hurry to move the sickle. The president didn't say a word, and when he bent his waist, he saw a large piece of wheat falling down quickly, and the speed was like a wave. Soon a few baskets of wheat fell to the ground, and a gap appeared in the wheat field, rushing forward quickly.

Ma Kuiwu was taken aback. He didn't expect the president to do such a good job. This aroused his strong heart. I didn't believe that he couldn't do it. , the president had finished cutting, then stood up and looked back, and saw that Ma Kuiwu had also finished cutting the last sickle.

Smiling happily: "Yes, young man, if I don't do it first, I can't beat you. Let me tell you, I am also a good hand at harvesting wheat from far and near. Let's compete together in the next field and see who sharp."

Looking at the members behind, they were all thrown away by the two of them. When the captain finally came after him out of breath, the two of them had already finished smoking a bag of cigarettes.

The head of the commune smiled while knocking on his cigarette: "Don't you want to compare with me, captain? Let me tell you, I am also an invincible fighter all over the world. In our area, no one can compare to me when doing crop work.

I am now making an appointment with Ma Kuiwu, and the next piece of land, you see who can win between the two of us. "

It is an honor for a farmer to work well or not, and all the members of the commune have a different view, which is a kind of envious and admired view, because an expert can know whether a person's work is good or bad as soon as he starts his work.

Seeing the president's snappy energy and the speed at which the wheat is cut, the members not only sighed, but also admired it. This is an absolute cropping style, and the steps, the sickle, and the movements are chic and easy .

There is a saying among the folks that there are three kinds of bitterness in the world, grinding tofu and cutting naked oats. At night, this sentence can no longer be said, and it is more obscene. Of course, this sentence has the quality of a joke.

Seeing the president and Ma Kuiwu openly challenged, all the juniors and girls booed together and asked to be witnesses together.

On a new piece of land, two people set up a shelf, and following the order of the captain, the two rushed forward desperately, and the captain yelled at the members behind: "Look at the other members!" What, let's chase after the president together, don't embarrass the people in our village."

In the end, Ma Kuiwu was a little bit better, but today the wheat was harvested extremely fast, and a large piece of wheat was harvested immediately, and it may also be the role of the president who took the lead.

The president wiped the sweat from his head: "Oh, I'm a little old, I can't beat you. If you were young, you might not be my opponent." Ma Kuiwu was full of admiration: "My waist is almost broken, isn't it? With my youth, I really can't beat you."

In the evening, the president said to the team leader: "Why don't you cultivate such a good young man? I suggest that he be promoted to a small team leader, and recently the commune plans to organize a militia company, so give him the title of militia company commander." , to manage the militias of several villages." Since then Ma Kuiwu has been the captain of the first team, and at the same time, he has a brand new semi-automatic rifle on his shoulder. Turning around, you have to reach out and touch the semi-automatic gun.

And Ma Kuiwu stopped it very arrogantly: "Don't move, this is a weapon that accidentally misfired."

However, no one knows that this gun does not have a single bullet, and that is what it looks like.

Because of this wheat-cutting competition, Ma Kuiwu's reputation was greatly shaken. At the same time, he also thanked the commune president for his kindness in cultivation. With just one sentence, he made himself the captain of the first team, and more than a hundred members of the commune were under his control.

What makes him most arrogant is the title of militia company commander. The militiamen in several villages are all under his management, and he is always politely called company commander when they meet.

(End of this chapter)