With a Door In Mind

The autumn harvest is progressing very quickly. Only the sweet potatoes remain.

Wheat is basically handed in when the public grain is handed in, and at most a little is left for occasional beating.

Only corn and sweet potatoes were the staples farmers left behind.

Jiang Dingzhong is still in wonder, what happened this year?

At first, he was worried that according to this progress, it would not be completed until the end of the month, which would delay the winter planting.

It only took ten days.

Wheat and corn have been harvested. It is drying, ready to hand in the public food after a few days of drying.

There are some sweet potatoes left, which will not be harvested until tomorrow. It will be a few days.

This calmed Jiang Dingzhong's heart a little.

The villagers were eager to show the movie, and finally arrived as scheduled. While eating at noon, I saw someone on the dojo in the village, setting up a platform to prepare shadow cloth.

When it was announced that a movie would be played at seven o'clock in the evening, the villagers were so excited.

After dinner in the evening, Jiang Dingzhong did not let anyone go to the fields any more. After ten days of work, it's time to take a break.

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

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the nearby village to hear the news and rushed over. Soon the dojo was surrounded by water.

The three of Jiang Xiaochuan stood in the crowd and watched the scene in front of them curiously.

This is much more fun than watching it at the cinema. There are more than 1,000 people from the surrounding villages. Chatting in twos and threes, it was 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 time, a middle-aged man wearing a gray working cloth walked to Jiang Dingzhong's side.

He lowered his head and glanced: "Oh, Lao Jiang, the power is finally turned on."

"It's all right. You can also relieve our pressure by showing movies in the future. You don't know that every time you watch a movie, people from all over the world come here."

"They're all comrades, so it's not easy to drive them away."

The sense of superiority in this sentence is quite strong. But it's normal. His village has been envied by others, which is also the pride of his village party secretary.

Jiang Dingzhong was watching the projectionist playing with the projection equipment.

When I heard the words coming from behind, I didn't have to look back, I knew it was Sun Zhenglin, the party secretary of Suntai Village next door.

Turning around and rolling his eyes, "Sun Dapao, you're just squeaking when you're okay. You've played a few movies in the last six months, and your butt is up in the sky. You're shouting everywhere all day."

Sun Zhenglin took a puff of cigarette and didn't care what the other party said. He smiled and said, "Lao Jiang, you are the real person. Am I being a jerk? I'm just worrying."

When Jiang Dingzhong heard what he said, he said angrily, "Shouldn't you be worried about how to harvest your so many fields?"

Hearing Jiang Dingzhong's words, Sun Zhenglin's smug expression immediately turned bitter: "Hey... I still have a headache. You say it's strange. Our two villages have the same population. How can you do it so fast? mu. We can't even reach 600 mu."

Jiang Dingzhong smiled: "Because we are all good comrades."

Sun Zhenglin said angrily, "Could it be that our village is not a good comrade. Hey, this year's winter seedlings are in trouble."

Jiang Dingzhong stopped laughing when he heard his words. Thinking of the food is also a burst of sigh.

If my village hadn't harvested so quickly, there would definitely be problems with winter planting.

You know, when sowing, the children can't help much, and can only do light work such as carrying water and ordering seeds.

Like turning the ground and digging the soil, a living child can't do it at all. This man is much less. Even so. It is estimated that there are less than 1,000 mu of land in the village. I don't know how much can be planted.

Jiang Xiaochuan also noticed the conversation between Jiang Dingzhong and the two.

This year probably started off badly.

Finally, amid a group of noises, the movie begins.

The movie is an old movie, "Chicken Feather Letter"

The film mainly tells the story of Haiwa, the head of the children's head of Longmen Village, on the way to send a chicken feather letter to the Balu Army.

The children watched with enthusiasm, and hoped that they could also be such a person.

The adults also watched with relish.

This is a movie that has been shown many times in the countryside.

But people are still watching. Enough to show the lack of entertainment in this era.

Time flies fast while watching a movie.

It didn't take long for a movie to come to an end, amid a commotion.

Amid the shouts of the crowd, the projectionist had no choice but to play another "Shangganling".

In addition to the waiting time, when the movie finished, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

People went home without a word.

the next day

Start digging sweet potatoes today.

When people dug up the first sweet potato vines. They were all amazed by this huge sweet potato.

This sweet potato is bigger than in previous years. And the length is uniform.

Jiang Dingzhong was suspicious and asked people to dig a few more, and found that the sweet potato was still so big.

Quickly let people dig a piece and make an estimate.

1500 pounds.

Jiang Dingzhong looked at the sweet potato in front of him and shouted excitedly, "This is a great harvest."

In previous years, sweet potatoes were generally good at 1200 catties. It has to be fertile fields. The middle and poor fields are 800 to 1,000 catties per mu.

How could the 1,500 jins per mu of sweet potatoes not make him excited.

The two supervisors next to them were also very happy to look at the huge sweet potato.

In the morning, Jiang Dingzhong went to the commune for a meeting.

afternoon

Jiang Dingzhong returned with a look of helplessness. after come back. It brought news that another group of people needed to be sent to the city.

Jiang Xiaochuan frowned when he heard his words.

So the food won't be able to be harvested in time.

If the food is too late, it will be too late to plant the winter crops. The food will not be available in the spring of next year.

I don't have to wait until the spring of next year, and it is estimated that it will not last until the end of the year.

Jiang Dingzhong sighed inwardly, fortunately his village received fast,

The grain harvested in Suntai Village is only half that of Jiangtai Village. They are estimated to be harder.

Jiang Dingzhong looked at the sweet potato field in front of him with red eyes and pondered for a while.

A decision was made.

Digging sweet potatoes all night tonight. Don't let the grain go to waste in the fields.

That night, except for the very old and the very young. All of them were forced to go to the field by Jiang Dingzhong.

Adults with children, family with family.

Jiang Xiaochuan, a ten-year-old child, naturally followed.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the people who were carrying lanterns and digging sweet potatoes in the fields.

The adults are only responsible for digging the ground, while the half-old children pile the dug sweet potatoes next to each other.

He found that there were still a lot of old people coming out.

Even Jiang Minghao, a second-rate in the village, was digging sweet potatoes next to a woman.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaochuan felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

He silently moved the sweet potatoes dug by others to one side.

At the same time, he secretly loosened the ground in the soil with his mind.

Sadly, people have had a busy day. Inefficiency at night.

No. 200 people, only 20 acres of land were made, and this was added during the day. After all, digging sweet potatoes is not like harvesting wheat.