Feng Ming'an's little pot friend felt that in fact, the broth was not so attractive to him!

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What the?

What what!

After breaking the corn and going back to drink the broth?

The people who were busy in the fields heard what the uncle who pulled and sent the corn back, and the strong laborers who came over later!

Moment......

Excited!

Excited!

I'm more motivated!

The villagers of Fengjia Village were busy until the second half of the night, and the villagers who broke the corn in the field hurriedly left the field to go home first to change their clothes, and then dragged their families to gather in the big canteen with bowls.

One person drank a bowl of ginger soup first, and then held the hot broth with this large piece of meat, and held a steamed sweet potato.

It's a beautiful ...... in my heart

Shangyang Village next door doesn't work at night.

Seeing that Fengjia Village was busy day and night, even when it was raining, the old captain had some bad premonitions in his heart, and he clicked on the unlit cigarette bag and pot, and turned over and over all night without closing his eyes.

The night passed, and the drizzle was still dripping.

It's not big, but it seems to be slightly bigger than last night's, but it still looks like it can be stopped at any time.

But the clan elders in the village have been persuaded by Old Man Simo and Second Grandfather to break corn and harvest sweet potatoes.

Of course, it is impossible to stop there.

The rain has been fulfilled, but what about the rain that rains for many days?

Whether it is accurate or not, they must also be treated as accurate.

Otherwise......

Otherwise, it will be too late to wait until it is over.

It's with—

The next day dawned.

Early in the morning, the captain was assigned work.

A part of the sweet potatoes were spread out and placed in the brigade headquarters, and the rest were let Accountant Li and Comrade Liu help them register the quantity, let each family share it, and receive a certain amount of fresh corn to take home.

Hang it under the porch or in the room to dry to avoid mold.

There have been examples of this kind of thing in previous years, and it is very smooth to do.

And the captain ......

Then he took the strong laborers of the village to the field again to dig sweet potatoes.

The strong laborers have no opinion!

This little rain didn't hinder them at all, and although the autumn rain was cold, they weren't that weak.

The strong laborers of Fengjia Village, at the very beginning, listened to Secretary Gao's flickering, and felt that Secretary Gao was really powerful, Secretary Gao was really awesome, and Secretary Gao could do anything.

But—

The wheat with dextrose died, the intensive cultivation of corn made it what it is today, and the lumps of iron from the blast furnace of iron smelting looked like a waste.

The villagers of Hongxing Village had no food, and they tightened their belts one by one when they were hungry, and they almost fell into the earthen blast furnace.

Seeing this, it was originally because the clan elders commanded that they didn't mess around with Secretary Gao, but worked honestly, but now they don't feel that Secretary Gao is awesome anymore.

Let's listen to the elders and farm the land in peace!

One acre and three points of land in the field is the main thing.

Now, they squat on the edge of the earthen stove and do not do their job, but their fathers, mothers-in-law, and children are busy in the field without touching the ground, and they do not fit their eyes for days and nights.

I feel sorry for not touching my chest.

Therefore, at this time, taking advantage of the rain, the blast furnace does not need to go to work to dig sweet potatoes in the field, and they can't ask for it!

In this way, I can feel better.

The old captain of Shangyang Village saw the people of Fengjia Village fighting so hard, looked at the group of people gathered in his house, and knocked the cigarette pouch: "It's done!" ”