60s white-eyed wolf

"...Third Grandpa, you have to trust the government, believe in technology, and keep up with the times? Look at the forecast in the newspaper. The 'Super Tropical Cyclone' will make landfall on the coast of our province in the near future, and the grassroots at all levels are required to be vigilant." , do a good job in disaster prevention.”

Cao Fugui took a piece of today's provincial daily in his hand, pointed to a small piece of dried tofu article, spit all over, and preached the weather forecast of the new era to the third grandpa.

"Fugui, you have grown up and know how to care about the weather and farming."

Secretary Cao put on his reading glasses, read the newspaper article carefully, and nodded, feeling relieved.

There are also newspapers in the brigade, but usually the postman delivers them every three to five days. The mountain road is difficult to travel, so how can there be the latest news every day like in the city.He reads newspapers from time to time, not only reading, but also gathering the masses to learn the latest spirit of the Central Committee.But for the weather forecast section in the newspaper, I really didn't pay much attention to it.

Firstly, it was too late to get the newspaper, and the forecast was out of date; secondly, the weather in the mountains was different from that on the plains, it seemed like a child’s face changed three times a day, sometimes the old farmer couldn’t see the weather for sure, and the newspapers in the city would not specially broadcast it. Their celestial phenomena in a small valley are useless.

As for typhoons, don't these things come several times a year?I didn't see any big movement.

"Third Grandfather, you don't know. I saw this newspaper in the city, and my heart skipped a beat. Look, it's 'Super Strong'! I went to the county weather station to ask the experts, and they said that the typhoon was a bit In particular, the wind is very strong, and the route is very strange. I read the line drawn by the experts on the draft, and it is said that it is very likely that it will just blow over the Beacon Hill."

Cao Fugui looked worried, and carefully took out a post-it note with the red head of the county weather station from his arms, on which a schematic diagram of the popular route was drawn in detail.Although it was just a few strokes, the wind direction indicated that it was passing Bijia Mountain from the seashore, and the entire Linkan brigade was within the wind circle.Especially Huanglin Village, bear the brunt of it!

When Secretary Cao saw the red-headed paper from the county weather station, he really paid attention to it. He picked up the blueprint and looked at it carefully. Hazard notice?"

"The experts said, 'possible', very 'possible'!"

Cao Fugui pointed at the blueprint and talked about all the speculations of the experts, "...In short, there are still many uncertainties in the weather forecast, and the professional can't guarantee it. There is no way to issue an official notice. Early preparation is always Be sure, the wheat harvest is just around the corner, if it is rained by a typhoon, half a year's harvest will be ruined!"

Cao Fugui was able to meet this meteorological expert thanks to Mr. Qian's introduction. He met privately. This is also a beneficiary of old things in exchange for food.Otherwise, the door of the public unit is so easy to enter, and the letter of introduction from the unit and the place is required for official business dealings. There is no such thing as a good thing that a young man can consult an expert.

Of course, what the experts drew is not the exact route of the typhoon, but one of several possibilities. Since Lao Qian introduced grassroots people for consultation, he tried his best to explain and explain all the possibilities. Of course, it is impossible to draw a conclusion that it will definitely pass. Beacon Mountain Huanglin Village.

What Cao Fugui wanted was the reputation of an expert, and if he pulled the tiger skin of the weather station, the "possibility" described on the red-headed paper would attract the attention of the brigade.

"I will inform you about this matter and let the production teams pay more attention to the weather. If there is a typhoon, they will try their best to collect it..."

Cao Weiyan frowned, taking the news of the typhoon to heart.

In any case, Fugui has one saying that can never be wrong, be prepared.It's just that early harvesting has too much impact on the harvest, and it is impossible to make a decision based on this "possible" news. No one can afford this kind of responsibility, and we can only take more precautions.

"Third Grandpa, look at this thing!"

Cao Fugui beckoned and asked Xiao Qiao to bring over the sharp harvesting tool he made.

"What?" Secretary Cao narrowed his eyes, looking up and down at the strange bamboo utensil in Xiao Qiao's hand.

"Liaozi! This is a sharp weapon for grabbing. The key is the word 'fast'. I just need to find a group of tall and powerful players to practice well. If a typhoon really comes, this thing can stand up to it alone. Four or five labors."

Cao Fugui picked up the Piaozi as a demonstration. With his height and strength, he was a bit reluctant to use this thing. For a strong man like Ersha, it is really worth ten, easy to use, and saves time and effort.

The third grandpa has a sharp eye and is also a decisive person. After watching the demonstration of "Liaozi", he can see at a glance that this is a good thing to harvest. He immediately made a decision and asked all production teams to hurry up and recruit the militiamen for unified training. , Even if the typhoon doesn't come, there are many benefits to using this thing to rush harvest.

These affairs will naturally be assigned by Secretary Cao, so there is no need for Brother Fugui and the common people to worry too much.Throwing the "plover" that Xiao Qiao made with his own hands to the third grandpa, he put down half of his heart and took Xiao Qiao home for a walk.

For the other half, we can only keep an eye on the sky and see what happens to God.As long as it lasts another six or seven days, the wheat will be fully ripe. At that time, the entire brigade will be dispatched to collect it with all their strength to ensure that the fruits of half a year's hard work will be returned to the warehouse.

Xiao Qiao followed closely behind Brother Fugui, very silent, he looked at the scorching sun, and suddenly asked: "Brother, do you think the typhoon will really come?"

Cao Fugui also looked up at the sky, sighed, a little confused, and said in a low voice: "I don't know either! I still hope that God will not let it come."

The scene in the dream was so miserable that he didn't want those things to happen at all, but these "nightmares" like omens always happened in reality—fortunately, he still has the ability to reverse the "nightmare" opportunity to move towards.

Do your best, listen to destiny.

He can only do this. If there is no real evidence to let the team harvest early, it will definitely cause food loss. Secretary Cao can't stand the charge of "sabotage of production".

Since there was the weather forecast in the newspaper, the possibility analysis by experts, and the news that his family had brought from the city, Secretary Cao Weiyan did not dare to take it lightly. The letter went to the relevant departments in the city for consultation, and wanted to find out more accurate information about the typhoon, but the answers were ambiguous.

Looking at the fierce sun in the sky, Secretary Cao slapped his thighs and prepared for battle urgently. He asked the militiamen who had been trained to harvest the "plunderers" to take turns to be on duty, and they would start working whenever there was a disturbance. He did not dare to neglect the important matter of wheat harvesting.

From the time when Cao Fugui tipped off the news, one day, two days and three days passed, the sky was still scorching hot, and there was no sign of a wind blowing. The team members who were preparing for the battle began to murmur, the weather is good, and they will save lives and money to prevent the typhoon. Secretary Cao, right? dizzy.

Secretary Cao stared back at the complaints of several production team leaders. Wheat harvesting is the top priority at the moment. Let alone patrolling the wheat fields a few more times, as long as the wheat harvest can be guaranteed, everyone should be able to sleep on the ground.

Shi Hesheng of the Huanglin production team didn't think too much about it. He heard from the secretary that the news was brought by Cao Fugui from the county.Although we don't talk about feudal superstition nowadays, Cao Fugui, this special mother, has such shit luck. In the past six months, the second-rate son of the Cao family has been lucky. I really can't believe it!

After Cao Fugui left this matter to the third grandpa and the others to worry about, his shoulders suddenly lightened by more than half. Sure enough, the sky is falling and the earth is falling, and these tall guys are going to take it!Even the lingering nightmares come and go, no more harassment, let him sleep well.

On the contrary, everyone in the family, big and small, was very nervous when they heard the news that a strong typhoon was coming. Even Baofeng followed Yingzi and other members of the children's group to actively guard the wheat fields. Eye circles, a serious expression, from time to time he looks up at the sky, like Zhuge Zhiliang.

Cao Fugui and the others waited anxiously for four days. Seeing that the wheat would be harvested in three to five days, the weather suddenly changed.

That afternoon, dark clouds all over the sky suddenly blew from the east, and the wind began to rage. Although there was no rain falling, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be boiling, which was quite different from the flowing clouds during typhoon seasons in previous years.

Cao Fugui stared at the dark clouds pushing towards the sky like a city crushing a stronghold, and let out a sharp and almost inflected shout: "...the typhoon is coming, it is coming!"

Captain Shi gritted his teeth, stared at the sky viciously, looked at the ears of wheat that were blown upright by the wind and were about to fully mature, then cast a glance at Cao Fugui, and suddenly roared: "Open the sickle, harvest! "

He swung his thick, veined arm vigorously, and behind him the entire production team, men and women, about [-] active laborers shouted in unison and rushed into the wheat field, followed by dozens of trained "plunderers".

Even the children on summer vacation helped to pick up tassels and transport wheat straw. Er Sha even brandished his long-accustomed "plunderer" to take the lead and charged forward. The second uncle went to the field together to participate in the first harvest in his life.

He doesn't know how to use a sickle, and if he was asked to cut the wheat, he was afraid that he would cut off his own feet. Captain Shi kicked the inactive guy into the half-work pile, and tied and picked wheat together with the old, weak, sick and disabled. ear.

This job is not easy to do, bending over and then straightening up, straightening up and then bending down, not tied a few bundles, the waist is so sore that it doesn't look like my own, sweating profusely, the wheat prickles all over the body, Cao Fugui is so tired that he wants to cry without tears, I really wish I could use my mental strength to do it as soon as I think of it, like in the refining hut.

Looking at the side, Shuan Zi, Bao Feng and the other brats all worked faster than him, rushing to the front long ago.

Zhou Xiaolan's stinky girl passed by with a bundle of wheat ears taller than her, and even curled her lips at him and rolled her eyes contemptuously, which made Cao Fugui furious, and had the guts to stop and have a showdown with Grandpa!

Xiao Qiao took out a handkerchief and handed it to Brother Fugui, silently picked up the messy wheat ears on the ground, quickly picked them up, rubbed the straw neatly, wrapped his hands around, and immediately tied up a bundle of wheat ears. Be neat.

Cao Fugui looked at the child's dazzling movements, picked up the wheat and left, and he was very moved when he saw that he was familiar with the field work.Not only does he know how to work, but he can also be considerate of his elder brother to help with the work. This little brat is really not in vain!

"Hey, hey! Xiao Qiao, walk slowly, brother will help you carry it together."

He yelled and rushed forward, trying to help, although the more he helped, the more busy he was, it was more or less his heart!

The wind was blowing more and more violently, and the hearts of the people rushing to harvest in the field became more and more nervous. Gradually, the raindrops of big beans began to fall sparsely, and there was still [-]% of the wheat in the field that had not been harvested.

"Hurry up, hurry up! The rain is about to fall, Mother Du Te will fight for it with her life!"

Shi Hesheng's eyes were red, and his voice was broken. The team members didn't need him to urge them any longer.

"Liaozi" rushed forward with his hands, waving vigorously in the strong wind, the ears of wheat fell one by one, and the old and weak behind him immediately rushed forward to bind the wheat, pick up the ears, and transport them away...

After the last bundle of wheat was transported to the temporary shed, the torrential rain finally poured down, and the field was muddy in an instant.

The "Liaozi" team members who charged fell to the edge of the field exhausted, and the "Liaozi" was thrown aside, so tired that they couldn't move their fingers, and let the rain pour on them.

"Get up, motherfucker, get up! Go back to sleep, don't die!"

Shi Hesheng kicked the strong laborers who were lying on the ground crookedly, their faces were covered with water, and they laughed and cursed with lingering fear in their weeping voice, God damn it, they escaped a catastrophe!Scattered ears of wheat are still sprinkled in the field, but most of the wheat has been recovered. This is the rations of the team members, which will save their lives for the second half of the year!

Cao Fugui had long pulled Xiao Qiao and hid with the children under the wheat shed in the corner of the drying yard. While shielding the slanting wind and rain with his body so as not to wet the finally harvested wheat, he watched the power of God tsk tsk Sighing, he educated Xiao Qiao: "This is man's determination to conquer the sky, and fighting against the sky is so much fun!"

Xiao Qiao looked at the violent torrential rain in the sky, held Brother Fugui's hand tightly, and remained silent.