After being abandoned by the educated youth, I became rich in the 80s

Chapter 175 Thresher

Although Lan Xin was not needed to harvest the rice, she did not sell tea eggs for two days. She was needed for a series of things after the rice was harvested.

The rice that the 5 people cut every other day can be threshed and dried in the sun after a while.

There was no one to help with the work, after all, everyone was busy with the rice in the fields, harvesting from dawn to dusk. If the adults in the family were too busy, they would send the children to dry the rice.

Lan Xin cannot be exploited, she only has 8-year-old Yueyue and 5-year-old Yingying.

"It seems I can only rely on myself." Lan Xin sighed and encouraged herself.

The five people harvested very quickly, much faster than any other family in the village, and Lan Xin got the right to use the first thresher.

A wooden thresher that looked full of traces of age was carried to Lanxin's fields. This machine was already very modern.

Stuff the rice stalks into the opening at one end, then shake the handle on the side. The roller with an iron hook inside the machine will beat the rice on the stalks into grains, which fall into the trough inside. You can then scoop them out and put them into bags and baskets.

The working of the thresher is very simple. You just have to keep shaking the handle to grab the rice stalks with rice grains and throw out the empty rice stalks.

Ten minutes ago, Lan Xin was still smiling, shaking the handle as if she was playing a game, and waving the rice stalk in her hand skillfully.

But in less than 10 minutes, his expression had turned bitter, the hand holding the joystick had switched from the right hand to the left hand, and both hands had begun to tremble slightly.

But the wooden trough in front of the thresher was not full yet, and behind her were several piles of rice, waiting for her to thresh it.

Lan Xin opened her mouth, like a fish dying of thirst, and her eyes were dull.

I cried in my heart: Wuuuu, farm work is so hard.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.

Although it was very hard work, the tools were used in turns, so there was no time for Lan Xin to wail here. She could only work while crying in her heart.

She wondered when the fully automatic thresher would be available. She only had to put the rice stalks in and the electric roller would thresh the grains without her having to shake them.

Or she could just grab someone who could wave his hands to help her do the rocking. Lan Xin was already working herself to death, her hands moving numbly and her thoughts flying everywhere.

After a morning, Lan Xin felt her whole body trembling and her arms felt soft, as if they were not her own, but she had to continue working.

"careful!"

While Lan Xin was daydreaming and husking the rice grains, her brain became single-minded. She led one hand with the other, and they cooperated quite happily with each other clapping their hands.

Lan Xin's brain was almost unable to react when she heard the sudden sound. She was a beat slower in holding the rice stalk, and the roller with iron grooves almost rolled up Lan Xin's belated hand and the rice stalk.

Lan Xin quickly let go of the rice stalk and retracted her hand. The person who suddenly made a noise to disturb her also quickly reached out to pull her arm with great force.

After escaping danger, Lan Xin looked at the rolling roller, which looked like the snarling mouth of a monster, and a feeling of fear welled up in her heart.

But it scared her to death.

She quickly patted her pounding chest with her other hand, breathing heavily, and turned her head to look. It was a villager from Lanjia Village, but she was not very familiar with him. Lan Xin didn't even know his name.

The man was still holding her arm and standing behind her. He was a hot ball, and a strong smell of sweat was blowing in her face. The smell was unbearable.

Lan Xin quickly broke free from his hand, walked away a step or two, and thanked him insincerely.

"thank you."

Although logically speaking, the reason she almost got into an accident was because he suddenly made a noise and disturbed her.

But with Lan Xin's exhausted movements, it was only a matter of time before she got into trouble. Lan Xin was also a little grateful to the man.

The man's dark face showed a simple and honest smile. He grabbed the air with the hand that was thrown away by Lan Xin, shook his head and said, "You're welcome."

"Let me help you, Lanxin."

Then he hurriedly started to move, reached out and grabbed a rice stalk beside him, and began to shake the handle to thresh the grains. Lan Xin couldn't stop him from working.

"Who are you? Why are you working now?" Lan Xin was helpless.

Could this be someone who was applying for a job and, seeing that the salary and benefits were so generous, was afraid that she would refuse, so he came here to work and earn money without saying a word?

Lan Xin raised her eyebrows. She was still very happy that there was one more person to help her thresh the grains.

"What's your name? If you help me peel the grains, I'll pay you one dollar a day, how about that?" Lan Xin said quickly.

Every household has been busy recently, and Lan Xin is very good at seizing opportunities, for she is afraid that if she lets go, the reserve employee who has come to her door will run away.

She planned to lure him with a high salary first. No matter how long he worked, as long as he could help her one day at a time, Lan felt relieved thinking this.

When the man heard Lan Xin mention the one dollar wage, his eyes brightened up significantly. Lan Xin could feel his heart beating, but he still shook his head and spoke with a fierce face.

"I don't need money."

Hearing his words, Lan Xin couldn't help but frown and kept silent. When did such a kind-hearted person appear in the village? He couldn't finish the farm work at home, so he gave it to others for free?

"No, if you don't accept this salary, I can't let you work for me."

Lan Xin quickly refused.

Sometimes free things are the most expensive.

As he spoke, he had finished threshing the pile of rice stalks in front of him. Lan Xin stretched out her hand to block his way, preventing him from bringing new rice stalks to thresh the grains.

"I, I, okay." Although the man had a helpless expression on his face, Lan Xin could clearly see the joy in his dancing eyes, but he pretended to be indifferent on his face.

Hiss, this man...

It seemed that he came here with other purposes, but no matter what, during this busy farming season, even a dog has to be made to work for a day before being let go.

"By the way, what's your name? Where do you live?" Lan Xin asked, keeping a distance from him calmly.

"My name is He Yaohui. I live at the entrance of Lanjia Village. My parents are He Da." He Yaohui said as he brought new rice stalks and continued threshing the millet.

Lan Xin began to recall He Yaohui. The He family was also an outsider to Lanjia Village. They moved here earlier and lived at the entrance of the village.

All the members of the Lan family in Lanjia Village gathered in the middle of the ancestral hall, while people with other surnames were left outside, and gradually more and more people with other surnames came.

Lanjia Village has been transformed into a production team and then a village. The location of the village entrance has changed. Starting from the outside, the Lan family has been in the center.

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