Zhao San quickly asked someone to collect a dozen sickles from the wheat field next door.

Under the dark clouds, I saw a group of middle-aged officials, each holding a sickle, marching towards the wheat field with great vigor and high spirits.

When Sichen's tractor came over for harvesting, he saw his fifth uncle, Mao Yiming, teaching Li Fumin how to cut wheat.

Si Chen was so angry that he stopped and shouted:

"Uncle Li, uncle, let's compete to see who harvests more wheat, what do you think?"

Mao Yiming:...Niu Duzi!

Li Fumin:? There seems to be something wrong?

Mao Yiming straightened up, raised his sickle, and gritted his teeth at Si Chen.

Si Chen laughed heartily and didn't care.

He deliberately left about two acres for the two of them, arrogantly and provocatively:

"Did you see the 20 acres over there? I bet, after I finish harvesting, you two may not be able to finish the two acres, hahaha!"

This time, it was Li Fumin's turn to cry and raise his sickle, gritting his teeth at Si Chen:

"You kid, who do you look down on? Yiming, let's not make steamed buns to argue with each other, come on!"

Si Chen turned the steering wheel and drove away, laughing.

During this period, even if someone wanted to come forward to help, Li Fumin refused.

Alas, he still had to do it himself!

In less than an hour, Si Chen finished it first and honked the horn arrogantly at the two of them:

Dudu, dudu——

Mao Yiming: ...Fortunately, I didn’t tell anyone about my relationship with this guy!

Li Fumin:! You can’t give in to me just because it’s my first time to harvest wheat!

Si Chen: Who hasn’t driven a harvester for the first time?

…

As noon approaches, more and more dark clouds gather!

got windy!

Faintly, there was a faint sound of thunder and a muffled sound among the heavy black clouds.

The last acre of wheat is left!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone——

Si Chen and two other tractors lined up in a row, the harvester gears rotated, going hand in hand, harvesting!

The machine roared and rumbled.

There was also a rumble of thunder overhead.

Under the dark sky, on the golden wheat field, three tractors lowered the wheat bit by bit!

The crowd gathered around the last wheat field, everyone was smiling.

Zhao Yan was holding a bunch of firecrackers in his hand and had a cigarette in his mouth.

Si Chen put down the last handful of wheat, stood up and roared to the sky:

"Ah! Ahhhh——"

I will never cut wheat again in this life!!!

On Zhao Yan's side, cigarette butts lit firecrackers——

Crack, crackle!

Li Fumin clapped excitedly, and the people behind him also shouted and threw their straw hats in celebration!

Si Chen didn't care, turned the steering wheel and drove towards the village.

I want to escape from the wheat field. Really, thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Tai Te!

The other two tractors behind him, not knowing why, followed him.

Li Fumin laughed when he saw this, walked to the edge of the field, got on his bicycle, and led everyone to ride towards the village.

Coincidentally, the city's TV stations and daily newspapers actually sent people to interview her.

They were carrying cameras and microphones, and a group of people were waiting at the entrance to the village.

From a distance, I saw three excavated tractors holding harvesters rumbling over amid the flying loess.

Above, there are three unearthed pilots, whose true identities cannot be seen clearly.

The man at the head was also wearing a pair of toad glasses. He was tall and tall, full of hormones, and inexplicably cool.

Under their feet was desert loess, rolling over and flying.

Above the head, there is a black cloud that looks like a huge beast opening its terrifying mouth. The momentum is terrifying!

Even so, this team of reapers still defied the odds and successfully completed the almost impossible task, triumphant!

The photographer immediately clicked the shutter frantically and took this group of magnificent photos that contrasted movement and stillness, and exclaimed:
Chapter completed!