I'm really just the village head

"Captain, or forget it?"

Although Liu Dachun wanted to flatter, he also knew the danger.

The possibility of death is unlikely. Once the shaker of the threshing machine is not held, or does not stand firmly, or even the rhythm is wrong, the shaker can rub off the skin on the belly.

"Try it and see. How to do it, Dachun will be a demonstration. This may be the last year of our fourth team threshing..."

Liu Chunlai watched them do it easily, and naturally didn't think it was too complicated.

By next year, the entire four teams may not be able to grow millet.

The output of growing food is far inferior to growing vegetables or other cash crops.

Although the members may object, as long as they are full and not hungry, there is no problem.

As it is now, more and more people who have not handed over the land regret that they want to hand over the land now.

However, Captain Liu did not relax at all.

Secretary Liu said that he could not control his son.

The captain said he wanted to try, can he refuse?

"Just stop." Liu Dachun wanted to understand, the captain's flattery, you really can't shoot casually.

He can guarantee that if Liu Chunlai is injured by a threshing machine today, he will be interrupted by Bazuzu.

As a result, the threshing machine slowly stopped rotating.

The people who were feeding the millet also looked helplessly.

The captain is too unreliable.

A few blinds.

Liu Chunlai stood next to him, and Liu Dachun personally taught him: "Captain, stand like this, keep the stakes stable, otherwise you will be easily injured..."

Don't need him to teach.

Liu Chunlai had been watching for a long time.

Directly following the movements of others, he walked away boldly and turned into a lunge, holding the handle with his left hand and the hood with his right hand.

It turns out that the people of the old Liu family practice martial arts, every day they have to stand up, just to wring the threshing machine?

Liu Chunlai thought he had discovered the truth.

The so-called physical fitness is not for greater strength and better farm work.

No wonder, the traditional martial arts slowly disappeared later, leaving only some beautiful moves.

Growing food is all mechanized.

Agricultural production is either large-scale mechanization, or all of them go out to work. The land is scarce, so there is no need to practice martial arts...

While diverging his mind and thinking wildly, he began to turn the crank.

At this moment, Liu Chunlai found out that this matter took a lot of effort.

Fortunately, when it rotates, it has inertia, and it does not require that much strength.

"Captain, have we fed Guzi?"

Seeing the threshing machine idling, the person in front asked Liu Chunlai.

"I don't see the threshing machine is idling, don't you hurry up, what are you waiting for?" Liu Chunlai was a little dissatisfied.

Do you think you can't turn the threshing machine as the captain?

The dog said!

"Hey lightly..." Liu Dachun's mouth fluttered a few times, and he ordered several people.

Several other threshing machines were scattered in various areas of the ditch. They were roaring at the moment, and some people had even begun to pick grain from the drying dam above.

The two of them directly held a bundle of seedlings and gently stretched it onto the threshing machine.

When the threshing machine first came into contact with the seedlings, Liu Chunlai felt his shake heavier.

The two people feeding the millet moved very slowly.

Until the grains on the two bundles of seedlings fell off, I was relieved.

The people behind thought it was okay, and the two of them stretched the millet onto the threshing machine at the same time...

Liu Chunlai felt the sudden force coming from his hands, his feet were unstable, and his body was pushed forward by the threshing machine...

Fortunately, squatting started to take effect every morning, and Liu Chun came to practice martial arts, and his body became more flexible.

When the handle was rotated back and up again, he directly arched his body.

"Captain, you should still watch it." Liu Dachun was about to cry.

The dog said Liu Chun is here!

Everyone else is watching, no one moves.

Liu Chunlai also knew that he was really not suitable for this.

"How about I go to feed millet?"

"No!"

Everyone objected in unison.

"Captain, how about you looking for the eel hole in the field to drill the eel?" Liu Dachun asked Liu Chunlai, "Now it is dry field. There are a lot of eel in the field, and it is not easy for the eel to run away... "

MMP, when I was a three-year-old child?

Use catching eel to fool yourself.

Liu Chunlai was really speechless.

Don't you just want to experience threshing?

There was no chance to encounter this kind of thing before. At that time, even in various hilly areas, small harvesters were used to harvest grain.

"Captain, this is really dangerous, even more dangerous than a wringer..."

Liu Dachun hurriedly explained to Liu Chun, why feeding millet is more dangerous than wringing a threshing machine.

Once the seedlings in the hand were not squeezed tightly, it was still a trivial matter that the seedlings were caught by the high-speed rotating threshing machine. I was afraid that Liu Chunlai would not be careful and the whole person would be caught.

Liu Chunlai had never done this before.

Finally got the chance, ready to experience it.

But looking at everyone's demeanor now, I can only give up.

Seeing that he didn't insist, the others were relieved.

"Your dog said, fooling around in a day, you can do it? Go away, don't affect their threshing. Beat it down early so that it can be dried!" He was wearing an old-fashioned white-washed military uniform coat. Liu Fuwang of the elders did not know when he appeared on the edge of the ridge.

It was a curse at Liu Chun.

This makes others easier.

It's not that they don't let the captain play, but that they really don't want Liu Chun to influence their work.

Besides, Liu Chunlai might be hurt.

They are all from the old Liu family, knowing the importance of Liu Chunlai now.

"Father, what are you here?" Liu Chunlai was a little surprised.

"I'll take a look, the thick oily paper can be used to directly spread the grains on the ground?" Liu Fuwang asked Liu Chunlai.

"All the fields this year are dry fields. The water content of the millet is not heavy, so it doesn't take long..." Liu Chun said, "The oily paper is spread in the dry fields, and the humidity won't come up. It is estimated that one sun will be enough."

The oily paper was bought from the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Used to build greenhouses.

Today, we concentrate on threshing, and there is simply not enough drying dam to dry the millet, so Liu Chunlai directly suggested spreading oil paper in the dry field.

Liu Fuwang has always been worried that the millet cannot be dried.

"At least, it dries faster than on the ground that has been brushed with cow dung."

Liu Chunlai didn't explain much.

"Father, do you eat rice eel?" Liu Chunlai suddenly discovered that there was a mud hole under his father's feet that was larger than his thumb.

The edge of the hole is still relatively round, obviously a rice field eel hole.

They don't want to help themselves, it's not bad to catch the eel and go back to drink.

"Have a ball, the whole team is so busy everywhere, you still have a leisurely mind to catch the eel!"

"They don't want me to help. People are watching all kinds of projects, and I don't have to guard..." Liu Chunlai said indifferently.

I really walked to the entrance of the eel hole and squatted down, and started to dig mud along the hole...