With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming held the South Sea pearl in his hand and looked at it over and over. He didn't know how much it would be worth in the future, and he was not in the mood to look to the future.

He closed his eyes and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the sky to upgrade a harvester. He let go of his fingers and the pearls fell freely. He prayed for another two minutes and slowly opened his eyes, "What the hell is this?"

A four-wheel tractor appeared in front of him, with a trailer behind it. There was an iron plow, water pump and other agricultural machinery in the car. He looked around and found no harvester.

Sure enough, nothing came of it, but the four-wheel tractor is a good helper for farmers. It can save a lot of trouble when planting in the future.

There is an instruction manual on the seat of the tractor, and there is a large barrel of diesel in the compartment. Xue Ming added the diesel into the tank according to the instructions, and then started the tractor according to the procedure.

The roar of the diesel engine resounded throughout the world, scaring rhubarb, wild donkeys and sika deer into running wildly in the pasture, hiding in the farthest distance and staring at this black smoke-emitting monster.

Xue Ming tried it and found that it was almost the same as driving a car, so he drove the tractor into the yard and turned it off, then continued to cut wheat in the wheat field with the sickle.

After four days of harvesting three acres of land under the sun, my fair face was tanned into a dark complexion. Every time I wanted to give up, I would go to the warehouse to look at the remaining grain.

There are less than [-] kilograms of wheat in the granary. There is no wheat left in the family and now they rely on corn and sweet potatoes to satisfy their hunger. If the wheat field cannot turn into wheat, the whole family will starve.

After working unremittingly for several days, only five acres of the fifteen acres of land were left, and the harvest would be completed in one week. Looking at the fallen wheat seedlings, I felt happy.

"Have a rest in the afternoon and then work tomorrow." Xue Ming gave himself a break and left the space to return home. He found that there were only his grandma and three girls practicing sewing machines at home.

It was normal for Liu Yue'e to be away from home as the leader of the production team. Xue Ming walked to the sewing machine and said, "Girls, where is your sister Chuanying?"

"Sister Chuanying went to Master Zhao's house. He was injured by someone stealing wheat while patrolling last night. Our mother asked you to go to visit him at home." Xue Ling said.

"Bring this with you." Grandma Guo Xiuhua gave Xue Ming a basket containing half a basket of wheat and four eggs.

Xue Ming took the basket and felt that the gift was a bit heavy, "Grandma, is Old Zhao's head injury serious?"

"It's quite serious. I was attacked by saboteurs and my forehead was bleeding. I almost went to hell while lying in the field in the middle of the night." Guo Xiuhua sighed for a while.

Xue Ming was a little surprised. Lao Zhao was a veteran who crawled out of a sea of ​​blood from a mountain of corpses. It was unreasonable to be beaten so easily. "We don't have any wheat left at home. Why did we give him so much?"

"Lao Zhao gave these to us last night. Chuanying lives and eats at our house. That old guy feels bad." Guo Xiuhua and Zhao Molong are the same age, and they always want to hurt Lao Zhao when he mentions them.

"I just earned two of the eggs today. Zhang Baojin asked me to sew Zhang Baojin's butt pocket." Xue Ling excitedly raised the rotten pants in her hand, her little expression proud and arrogant.

This move made everyone laugh, and Guo Xiuhua laughed from ear to ear, "Our Xiaoling has relieved a lot of burden on the family these days. With her sewing machine skills, she will definitely marry into a good family in the future."

"Grandma is laughing at me again. I'm not getting married. I want to stay and take care of you, my mother, and my eldest brother." Xue Ling said, making her grandma laugh again.

"You want to stay and let me take care of you?" Xue Ming walked out of the house carrying the basket. He was pleased by the confidence and pride shown by his sister.

On the way to Zhao Molong's house with Dahuang, he met Party Secretary Zhao Tian. Xue Min stopped and greeted him, "What are you doing, Uncle Zhao?"

"I'm about to go to your house to find you." Zhao Tian looked at the grain and eggs in Xue Ming's basket, "Zhao Molong, the one who sees things, fails to succeed and fails to succeed. A lot of wheat from your team 18 was stolen last night."

It turned out that what was stolen was the wheat field of the 18th team, but Xue Ming didn't care. The wheat from the team was not his family's turn to eat, and it was probably not enough to pay for the public rations. "Uncle Zhao, what do you want to do with me?"

"You know how to hunt with high vigilance, and your rhubarb is also a good dog. From today on, you will replace Zhao Molong on the night shift. Of course, the brigade will not let you work in vain. You will be given ten work points for one night's work."

"You'd better find someone else." Xue Baiming was very tired from harvesting wheat that day, and of course he didn't like these few work points.

"You're stupid!" Zhao Tian reached out and tapped Xue Ming's head. He was furious when he was dodged. "Others want to keep vigil at home with eggs and beg me, but I won't agree to it. Don't you be disrespectful?"

"But I really don't want to go. I'm so sleepy at night that I can't open my eyes. I'm afraid I'll lose more wheat if I fall asleep at night." Xue Ming spread his hands and refused again.

"Comrade Xue Ming, please obey the organization's arrangements. There is no room for bargaining. If you dare to talk nonsense with me again, I will deduct your work points." Zhao Tian left an unflattering sentence and left angrily.

"This old bastard has such great official power. If you let me keep watch, you will lose more food."

Zhao Molong was sitting in the yard resting with gauze wrapped around his head. When he saw Xue Ming stood up hurriedly, Li Chuanying supported her limping, "You have a conscience, haha."

"He must be in good spirits and not seriously injured." Xue Ming helped him into the house, put four eggs on the broken table, and poured the wheat into the grain tank.

Then he helped him sit next to the table, "Why did you get attacked by a thief after fighting all your life? Isn't this a capsize in the gutter?"

"You don't like people when you talk. People make mistakes and horses make mistakes." Zhao Molong rolled his eyes and laughed.

"I just met the branch secretary, and he asked me to keep vigil for you." Xue Ming suddenly became serious, "The saboteurs who sneak up on you will definitely leave a scent on you. I'll let Dahuang smell it."

After Xue Ming finished speaking, he lowered his head and touched Dahuang's head. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a trace of unnaturalness flashing across Zhao Molong's face.

Under the guidance of his owner, Dahuang sniffed Zhao Molong's feet with his nose. Old Zhao subconsciously moved his feet back, as if he didn't want Dahuang to smell the smell.

This is very abnormal. Xue Ming is calm on the surface but in a turbulent heart. The words "guarding and stealing" come to mind.

Is this old guy lying?Is there no wheat stealing at all or is he just a wheat thief?

"Brother Xue Ming, someone from the commune health center just came to check my grandfather's body. The doctor said that my grandfather's leg injury will require at least half a month of rest." Li Chuanying felt uncomfortable and had tears in his eyes.

"Is it so serious?" Xue Ming stared straight at Zhao Molong, "Old man, you wouldn't do this to yourself just for a bite to eat, right?"

Zhao Molong's face turned dark and immediately returned to normal. Half a minute later, he smiled in confusion, "My child, you have only had enough food for a few days. How come you have forgotten what it feels like to be hungry?"

This was a disguised admission of theft. He raised his hand and pointed at his eyes and said, "I'm pretty good at reading people here. You're not someone who likes to eat steamed buns with human blood."