The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

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Chapter 36

People in Qinghe Village were talking about this harvester that had been placed at the entrance of the village for three or four days. Every day, it was covered with a dark green curtain, and no one was allowed to look at it or touch it. It seemed that the team leader borrowed it for decoration.

Some people also said that Jiang He's eldest son Jiang Wen might not know how to drive it. He said that the machine was out of oil and he had to go back to the farm to get diesel. As a result, he didn't come back for two days. He must not know how to operate it, so he deliberately borrowed this harvester to make his father look good.

Everyone has their own opinions, but on the morning of the fifth day after the harvester was borrowed, everyone went out to work and finally saw the harvester in action.

The harvester, which was as big as a house, drove from the entrance of the village into the large wheat field. The eldest son of the Jiang family sat on it, and his eyes were full of arrogance when he looked at people.

The villagers were a little unhappy, but it was understandable. If they could drive a harvester, their attitude would definitely be more arrogant than Jiang Wen.

The harvester turned back and forth in the wheat field in a short while. The cylindrical stubble in front was five or six meters wide. In this round trip, which was about twelve meters, one-fifth of the wheat was harvested, and the people around were stunned.

Liu Chenggen held a cigarette in his mouth, "I have been farming for a lifetime, and I have never seen such a scene. My goodness, it's too fast. In this short period of time, the amount harvested by all our villagers is equivalent to a day's work."

The custodian, the black-faced old man, is a relative of Liu Chenggen. He is his father's cousin, that is, his uncle.

The old man held the sickle, looked at the scene in front of him, and sighed. His hoarse voice was a little trance, "Not only you, I have lived for more than 70 years, and I have never seen wheat harvested like this."

There are many people like Uncle Liu. At their age, the Qing Dynasty still existed when they were children. When they were teenagers, they witnessed the fall of the last dynasty of China. They experienced the warlord war, the Anti-Japanese War and the founding of New China.

From feudal society to the current steam age, from old agricultural tools to large-scale scientifically mechanized agricultural machinery, old people like Uncle Liu are overwhelmed.

The educated youth in the Youth House are also watching all this from a distance. Pi Jingxuan was wearing a vest, the original white color had been wetted by sweat, and his white and smooth palms had been covered by the old silk.

He put one hand on his waist and licked his dry lips. "Now these machines are becoming more and more advanced. Last year, we harvested this wheat field. The whole village worked non-stop for a week before we finished. I had just arrived at that time. After finishing the work, I lay in bed for two days before I recovered."

Sun Yating went to the grass ridge, picked up her water bottle, drank a sip first, and then handed it to Pi Jingxuan, "Here, drink some water, your lips are so dry!"

"Give it to me? Is it inconvenient?" Pi Jingxuan's ears were red, and his hands were stiffly placed in the air. He didn't know whether to take it or not. He looked flustered and at a loss.

Sun Yating raised her eyebrows, "Why, do you dislike me?"

"No, no, no, no." Pi Jingxuan waved his hand and hurriedly took the water bottle. He accidentally touched Sun Yating's hand and quickly retracted it as if it was burned.