Rebirth 1970

Danger

Looking at the steamed bun in front of him, Pang Yingwu said nothing more angrily, and lowered his head to eat.

If it had been placed in the past, he would definitely not even take a look at the black steamed buns mixed with sweet potato noodles and wheat noodles. But these days, I'm hungry and eat all the rough and throaty sweet potato pancakes. Even the black-faced buns have become a rarity.

However, Pang Yingwu's cropping of wheat today was really ineffective, and he fell in the last place. Although the old captain thought that this was the first day, he did not criticize him by name, but he clearly distinguished him in terms of rations. People like Tang Tang ate the steamed buns directly, but Pang Yingwu could only continue to eat pancakes.

At the moment, Pang Yingwu ate the black-faced buns with relish. Lu Xiangyang, who was on the side, put away the bowls and chopsticks, gave them to Chef Niu Jianguo, got up and walked out.

Pang Yingwu finished stuffing the steamed buns in two mouthfuls, and hurriedly said, "Wait for me."

On the second day, after everyone woke up, they all found that their arms were sore and unable to lift up, and even their waist hurt so badly that they didn't look like their own anymore. Seeing the endless wheat field again, despair and frustration suddenly grew in everyone's hearts.

"Which day do you have to do it?" Pang Yingwu couldn't help muttering.

Without saying a word, Lu Xiangyang lifted his hoe and walked into the wheat field. Taking advantage of the time when the sky was not too dry, he cut the wheat quickly.

As soon as he saw his movements, everyone had no choice but to disperse one after another, walk into their own harvest belts, and start the day's work. However, such hard days did not last long. A few days later, the forest farm suddenly encountered a pouring rain, which flooded all the wheat fields into the ocean overnight.

Immediately, the hearts of all the villagers fell fiercely, grabbing their hearts and braving the wind and rain, and ran to the ground. They saw the plump wheat ears falling into the water with their heads drooped yesterday, and they couldn't help but rush to the ground. Too cold.

In a hurry, all the people in the forest farm were urgently transferred. Everyone gave out a full suit, went into the field under the violent storm, and rushed to harvest the wheat. Even if they were soaked in the water, they were cut off one by one, and they were taken back to the soil kang in the house to dry.

But even so, still can't resist more wheat sprouting out of green sprouts. Obviously, the harvest of this season is in vain!

Even though the rations of several young people in Tang Tang's city were directly issued by their superiors and were not linked to the harvest of wheat, they still couldn't help feeling depressed, looking at the anxious and confused expressions on the faces of the villagers. Feel good.

Even if the wind comes and rains every day, they trek with blisters and swell their legs, and their complaints are a little less. They don't want to touch the mold of the villagers at this time, and quietly do the work assigned to them. .

However, God did not give the forest farm people a way to survive. The heavy rain continued for half a month. In the first few days, the brigade organized them to go to the ground to grab the harvest, but in the next few days, all the stolen wheat sprouted, and large pieces of wheat stalks blistered in the rain. I had to give up.

For a while, everyone was depressed, staring at the rain screen idly in a daze. Even the steamed buns served in the cafeteria every day have barely recovered into sweet potato noodle cakes, making them more and more out of oil and water, sighing and guessing that this winter will be difficult again.