The day before the National Day, the school organizes all students to go to the autumn harvest, which is a school tradition, and it is said that the students can understand the hard work of the farmer uncle and remember not to waste food.

The poems hanging on the wall in each class have two poems of compassion.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death.

This is the famous poem of the famous poet Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty, but Feng Yu, who likes history, knows that Li Shen wrote these two poems just for the love of Emperor Bo, so as to be promoted. After being promoted, Li Shen regained his true nature and became extremely poor and enjoyable, never paying attention to the suffering of the peasants.

Although Feng Yu doesn't have a great affection for Li Shen, these two poems are indeed known to women and children and have been recited through the ages.

It took more than two hours to take the bus borrowed from the school to a farm in the north of Bingcheng, which was less than an hour away from the farm where Feng Yu's family was located.

There is a corn field in this area, and Feng Yu's school is responsible for cutting down the corn, peeling the corn cob, gathering it into a pile, and waiting for the tractor to collect it.

Now the main crops grown in Longjiang are wheat, then soybeans, and there is very little corn, otherwise they would not have been allowed to come so far, and this is already the closest corn field that the school can contact.

There are three grades, a total of more than 500 people, and the school has assigned a sharing area for each class to everyone.

A class of more than 40 people can get such a little corn, and if it is placed on the farm, five people can finish it in less than a day. In Feng Yu's opinion, the students' interest is quite high, and they seem to be like autumn outings.

However, some students complained that their families were originally farms or rural areas, and they didn't work on their own fields, but they were forced by the school to pick corn.

Feng Yu and Wen Dongjun and a few other students from the farm, because they were from the farm, were obviously more proficient in farm work than those children in the city, and the teacher also arranged for them to cut down the corn with a sickle, and the rest of the students gathered in the back to pick up the corn.

Wen Dongjun is a brute bull, and his speed is very fast, and he will be far ahead after a while.

"Look at how fast the buddy is, it's like a few of you, slow like a snail." Wen Dongjun carried the sickle on his shoulder, with a smug face.

Feng Yu shook his head, this idiot.

"Dongjun, didn't you notice that you were the fastest corn-cutter of all? Even the junior in high school is not as fast as you, so you don't want to think about why? ”

Wen Dongjun scratched his head: "Why? ”

"Because there is so much land, you have finished cutting the corn, do you watch other students pick corn in the afternoon? In other words, the faster you do it, the more you can do it! Do you think the teacher will praise you, or will your classmates admire you? ”

Wen Dongjun was dumbfounded, it turned out that it was not that others were slow, but that others were deliberately lazy. He looked back, and the classmates who were sitting on the corn stalks and picking corn were also chatting more than working, and he was a stupid boy for a long time!

"Well, learn from us, work for a while, stand and rest for a while, or sit on the corn stalk and rest. If you do continue to do this, it will show that we are lazy, do you think that is good? "Feng Yu patiently taught Wen Dongjun the essence of laziness, where is this kid's usual cleverness?

Wen Dongjun didn't say a word, sat on the corn stalk and began to rest. But after a while, he couldn't sit still, he had nothing to do, he didn't even have anyone to talk to, it was too boring to sit there.

Seeing the corn stalk, Wen Dongjun came up with a good idea.

Feng Yu saw two thin corn stalks that were still obviously green, he cut them with a sickle, peeled off a piece of skin, leaving the part with juice in the middle, and took a bite of it, his mouth was full of sweet water.

In the south, there is sugar cane, and in the north, there is something like corn and sorghum called sweet stalk. The fingers are so thick and thin, and the taste is similar to that of sugar cane. And if the corn stalk grows slowly, there is enough rain, and there is less sunlight, and the next piece will also leave a few sweet knots.

Feng Yu used a sickle to cut off the place where he had bitten, then peeled two corn stalks, carried them in his hands, and walked towards Li Na.

"If you're thirsty, eat some sweets."

Feng Yu handed the one he had tasted to Li Na, and the other one was taken away by Li Na's fat girl at the same table. There are only two people in this pile of corn, Li Na and Fat Girl, and now other classmates don't dare to play with Li Na, not because Fat Niu said that Feng Yu's family is a black club, and Li Na was affected by Feng Yu.

Li Na had hesitated, but how could the careful thinking at this age beat Feng Yu's mind in his forties. A few words dispelled Li Na's doubts, the two were still as good as before, and their feelings continued to accumulate.

Li Na took a small bite and chewed slowly in her mouth, her eyes narrowed into crescents, revealing a happy smile.

"It's so sweet."

"Bah, what a sweet rod, it's just a rancid smell, and it's a little astringent." The chubby chick spits on the scum while complaining dissatisfied.

Feng Yu said calmly: "Maybe you are unlucky, after all, this is just a bud rice stalk, not a sweet stalk, and it is normal to have something that is not sweet." ”

Li Na looked at it, broke the sweet rod in her hand with force, and then divided a section to the fat girl. The fat girl took a bite carefully, and her eyes suddenly lit up, it was so sweet!

"You break this, one and a half." Li Na handed the remaining corn stalk in her hand to Feng Yu, and she saw that Feng Yu's lips seemed to be a little dry.

"I can't break it either, you can eat it, I'll cut the bud rice in front, and I'll definitely be able to find it."

Li Na persistently handed the corn stalk to Feng Yu, and at least took a bite. Feng Yu was about to lean over and take a bite, especially the place where Li Na had bitten.

"Who? Who hit me? Feng Yu turned his head angrily to look for it, and just as he was about to bite, he felt something hit on the back of his head.

"Hahaha, how is it, how about my brother's homemade bud crossbow? It's so far that it hits the back of your kid's head all at once! A few meters away, Wen Dongjun looked at Feng Yu proudly with a self-made bow and crossbow made from corn stalks in both hands. What hit Feng Yu in the back of the head just now was a small piece of corn stalk.

Your sister, you are a second goods, and you are disturbing Lao Tzu's good things!

"Bud crossbow, huh? I'll see if you're on the stalk or the cornstalk I throw! ”

Feng Yu lowered his head and picked up the corn stalk that the fat girl threw just now, broke a piece of it casually, and smashed it hard at Wen Dongjun. Wen Dongjun retreated and fired back. Feng Yu broke the corn stalk into small pieces and smashed them one by one, he had to teach this second thing a lesson today!

Li Na saw that Feng Yu casually broke a corn stalk into small pieces, and then thought about what Feng Yu said just now that she couldn't move, and then she was going to take a bite, her face turned red.

PS1: Li Shen is really not a good person, and his official reputation is not very good, but the poetry is still very powerful, it is said that this product likes to eat chicken tongue, dozens of chickens on a plate of chicken tongue, people can afford to eat! PS2: Thank you Zhang NB, thank you to the shadow Mengyue, thank you for the fugitive mouse, and thank you for the two generous rewards of the snake ~, the current new book list is still thirteen, and the recommendation vote is urgently needed, the book above has stepped on us for two weeks, hemp egg, how can he be willing not to explode?