My Mind Brings a Door

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  Chapter 91, showing a movie in the village.

  The autumn harvest is progressing very quickly. Only sweet potatoes were left.

  Wheat is basically handed in when the public grain is paid, and at most a little is kept for occasional tooth-beating sacrifices.

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

  Jiang Dingzhong was still wondering what happened this year?
  At first, he was worried that according to this progress, it would be completed by the end of the month, and the winter planting would be delayed by then.

  As a result, it only took ten days.

  The wheat and corn have been harvested. It is drying in the sun, and I plan to pay the public rations after drying in a few days.

  There are some sweet potatoes left, and we will start harvesting tomorrow. It will not be a few days.

  This made Jiang Dingzhong feel a little more at ease.

  The villagers had been longing for the movie, and it finally arrived as scheduled. While eating at noon, I saw someone setting up a table in the dojo in the village to prepare the shadow cloth.

  When it was announced that the movie would be shown 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 again. After ten days of busy work, it's time to take a break.

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

  Sure enough, not long after, the nearby villages rushed over upon hearing the news. Soon the dojo was surrounded by water.

  The three of Jiang Xiaochuan stuck in the crowd and looked at the scene in front of them curiously.

  This is much more lively than watching it in a movie theater. There are at least a thousand people from the surrounding villages. Chatting in twos and threes, it's 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 moment, a middle-aged man in gray denim walked up to Jiang Dingzhong.