With a Door In Mind

The autumn harvest is going very fast. Only the sweet potatoes remain.

Wheat is basically handed in when the public grain is handed in, and at most a little is left for occasional toothbrush sacrifices.

Only corn and sweet potatoes are the staple foods left by farmers.

Jiang Dingzhong was still in wonder, what happened this year?

At first, he was worried that according to this progress, it would not be completed until the end of the month, which would delay the winter planting.

In the end, it only took ten days.

The wheat and corn have been harvested. It is drying, ready to hand in the public food after a few days of drying.

There are some sweet potatoes left, which will not be harvested until tomorrow. It will be a few days.

This made Jiang Dingzhong's heart a little more stable.

The villagers were eager to show the movie, and it finally arrived as scheduled. While eating at noon, I saw someone on the dojo in the village, setting up a platform to prepare shadow cloth.

When it was announced that a movie would be played at seven o'clock in the evening, the villagers were so excited.

After dinner in the evening, Jiang Dingzhong didn't let anyone go to the fields anymore. After ten days of work, it's time to take a break.

It was said to start at seven o'clock, but after eating, everyone waited in front of the stage with small stools and teapots. Because it will definitely be crowded for a while.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the nearby village to rush over after hearing the news. Soon the dojo was surrounded by water.

The three of Jiang Xiaochuan stood in the crowd and watched the scene in front of them curiously.

This is much more lively than watching it at the cinema. There are more than 1,000 people from the surrounding villages. Chatting in twos and threes, it was like a vegetable market.

In front of the table, Jiang Dingzhong was accompanying two people in blue overalls, who were debugging the machine.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a gray working cloth walked to Jiang Dingzhong's side.

He lowered his head and glanced: "Oh, Lao Jiang, the electricity is finally turned on."

"That's good. You can relieve our pressure by playing movies in the future. You don't know that people from all over the world come every time you watch a movie."

"They're all comrades, so it's not easy to drive them away."

The sense of superiority in these words is quite strong. But it's normal. His village has been envied by others, which is also the pride of his village party secretary.

Jiang Dingzhong was watching the projectionist playing with the projection equipment.

When I heard the words coming from behind, I didn't have to look back, I knew it was Sun Zhenglin, the party secretary of Suntai Village next door.

He turned around and rolled his eyes, "Sun Dapao, if you're all right, you're just there. You've played a few movies in the last six months, and your **** will stick to the sky. You're shouting everywhere all day."

Sun Zhenglin took a puff of cigarette and didn't care what the other party said. He smiled and said, "Lao Jiang, you are the real person. Am I being a jerk? I'm just worrying."

When Jiang Dingzhong heard what he said, he said angrily, "Shouldn't you be worried about how to harvest your so many fields?"

Hearing Jiang Dingzhong's words, Sun Zhenglin's complacent expression immediately turned bitter: "Hey... I still have a headache. You say it's strange. Our two villages have the same population. How did you guys do it so fast? You've done it for 900 yuan. mu. We can't even reach 600 mu."

Jiang Dingzhong smiled: "Because we are all good comrades."

Sun Zhenglin said angrily, "Could it be that our village is not a good comrade. Hey, this year's winter seedlings are in trouble."

When Jiang Dingzhong heard his words, he stopped laughing. Thinking of the food is also a burst of sigh.

If my village hadn't harvested so quickly, there would definitely be problems with winter planting.

You know, when sowing, children can't help much, they can only do light work such as carrying water and ordering seeds.

Like turning the ground and digging the soil, a living child can't do it at all. This man is much less. Even so. It is estimated that there are less than 1,000 mu of land in the village. I don't know how much can be planted.

Jiang Xiaochuan also noticed Jiang Dingzhong's conversation. This year probably started off badly.

Finally, amid a group of noises, the movie started.

The movie is an old movie, "Chicken Feather Letter"

The film mainly tells the story of Haiwa, the head of the children's head of Longmen Village, on the way to send a chicken feather letter to the Balu Army.

The children watched with enthusiasm and hoped that they could be like this.

The adults also watched with relish.

This is a movie that has been played many times in the countryside.

But people are still watching with pleasure. Enough to show the lack of entertainment in this era.

Time flies fast when watching a movie.

It didn't take long for a movie to end amidst a commotion.

Amid the shouts of the crowd, the projectionist had no choice but to play another "Shangganling".

In addition to the waiting time, when the movie finished, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Then people went home without a word.

the next day

Start digging sweet potatoes today.

When people dug up the first sweet potato vine. They were all amazed by this huge sweet potato.

This sweet potato is bigger than previous years. And the length is uniform.

Jiang Dingzhong was suspicious and asked people to dig a few more, and found that the sweet potato was still so big.

He hurriedly asked people to dig a piece and made an estimate.

1500 pounds.

Jiang Dingzhong looked at the sweet potato in front of him and shouted excitedly, "This is a great harvest."

In previous years, sweet potatoes were generally good at 1,200 jin. It has to be fertile fields. The middle and poor fields are 800 to 1,000 catties per mu.

Why didn't the 1,500 jins per mu of sweet potatoes make him excited.

And the two supervisors next to him were also very happy looking at the huge sweet potato.

In the morning, Jiang Dingzhong went to the commune for a meeting.

afternoon

Jiang Dingzhong returned with a look of helplessness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After returning. It brought news that another group of people needed to be sent to the city.

Jiang Xiaochuan frowned upon hearing his words.

In this way, the food will not be harvested in time.

If the food is too late, it will be too late to plant winter crops. The food will not be available in the spring of next year.

You don't have to wait until the spring of next year, and it is estimated that you will not be able to hold on until the end of the year.

Jiang Dingzhong sighed inwardly, fortunately, the harvest in his village was fast.

The grain harvested in Suntai Village is only half that of Jiangtai Village. They are estimated to be harder.

Jiang Dingzhong looked at the sweet potato field in front of him with red eyes and pondered for a while.

A decision was made.

Digging sweet potatoes all night tonight. Don't let the grain go to waste in the fields.

That night, except for the very old people and the very young children. All of them were forced to go to the field by Jiang Dingzhong.

Adults and children, family by family.

Jiang Xiaochuan, a teenage boy, naturally followed.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at people carrying lanterns and digging sweet potatoes in the fields.

The adults are only responsible for digging the ground, while the half-old children pile the dug sweet potatoes next to each other.

He found that there were still a lot of old people coming out.

Even Jiang Minghao, a second-rate in the village, was digging sweet potatoes next to a woman.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaochuan felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

He silently moved the sweet potatoes dug by others to one side.

At the same time, he secretly loosened the ground in the soil with his thoughts.

Unfortunately, people have been busy all day. Inefficiency at night.

Person No. 200, only 20 acres of land were made, and this was added during the day. After all, digging sweet potatoes is not like harvesting wheat.