Reborn Farmhouse: She counterattacks with a drag oil bottle

Of course, Su Jinxiu knows that everyone in the Institute of Modern Future Generations, even the space that every student carries with them, has unique skills and treasures.

Su Heng looked at the pride on his mother's face after scheming him, and was a little dazed for a while, "This is... Master Blood Blade? The eldest sister who is famous as the Blood Blade Fox? No matter how I look at her, she looks very similar, the countryside What about the kind of self-righteous, self-satisfied, self-righteous look that a woman should have after taking advantage of petty gains?"

Su Jinxiu left abruptly.

Su Heng gritted his teeth, thinking that when Song Yuanqing came to propose, he must look good.

He wanted to marry his mother away, but he didn't even say hello to him. What did Song Yuanqing think of him, a man from the Su family?

Feeling a little reconciled in his heart, but looking forward to his mother living a good life, Su Heng felt extremely contradictory and uncomfortable.

Sigh... In the past and present life, it was not easy to have a mother who loved and doted on him, but if he didn't pay attention, he was about to become someone else's bride. He didn't know why, but he felt like crying a little bit?
However, when Su Heng was about to find Song Yunqing to relieve him with such complicated feelings, Song Yuanqing never showed up in Ya Village when he went there.

Farmers are now in the autumn harvest season.

This year's autumn harvest in Xiaya Village is destined to be an extraordinary year.

When it was time to start the sickle, Mayor Zhang, Xie Zhencheng, Xiaowei Liang and others of the town government yamen surrounded Xiaya Village with a kind of yamen servants.

why?Because the food here is a rare treasure that has never been seen in the Great Ming Dynasty so far, so if it is not blocked, once it is stolen by someone, it will be brought to the surrounding countries of the Great Ming Dynasty, which will bring great harm to the Great Ming Dynasty. Huge loss, and unimaginable future troubles.

Food is the most basic guarantee for human beings, and it is also the most basic living condition. Especially the rare food species are even more eye-catching, like hungry wolves looking for food.

"Mistress of the county, this year's autumn harvest, you see...you are most suitable for the first scythe, you..." Li Chunhe, the village official, expressed his heartfelt feelings on behalf of the households of Xiaya Village.

Su Jinxiu took the sharp sickle, glanced at the crowd present, saw the joy and longing for a good harvest on their faces, and said with a smile, "It's not suitable for me to use the sickle. Open this scythe.

So, let me tell you that the farmer has to make decisions about the crops.I suggest that for the opening of the sickle in Xiaya Village, we should invite the elders of the old autumn protection team who are highly respected in our village and who are extremely responsible for our autumn protection work to open the sickle.

Please invite the elders of the senior autumn protection team to give a sickle at the beginning, which is not only a respect for these elderly people in our village, but also a great affirmation of the work of the senior autumn protection team.

Because of the presence of these old people who don’t care about pay, work hard, and are always strong, we have avoided the frequent strife and conspiracy in Xiaya Village.
Only in this way can we protect our crops from pests and wild beasts, as well as those who have ulterior motives. You say, this is a sickle, should these old people be invited to do it? "

When everyone heard it, they cheered in unison, "Please open the sickle for the elders of the autumn protection team, please open the sickle for the old people of the autumn protection team..."

The cheers were deafening, and with the blending of those yamen servants, the shouts immediately resounded throughout the mountains, rivers and fields.

Su Jinxiu handed a new scythe in her hand, which was also a new style that she designed according to the appearance of modern generations, to Mr. Li Liang, who was standing at the front of the autumn protection team, and said with a smile, "Mr. Li, it is your duty to do so." , please set an example for the juniors in Xiaya Village and teach these children."

Zhuo Er, Yang Huaigu, Yang Lao Shi and the others handed the new sickles in their hands to every elderly member of the Elderly Autumn Protection Team.

Opening the first scythe is a kind of honor, a kind of trust, a kind of drive, and a kind of inheritance...

Therefore, when Su Jinxiu was about to harvest the autumn harvest, he had already discussed with his family members that this kind of opportunity, which represented a kind of honor, would be given to the elderly autumn protection team in the village. Doing so would be of great help to them. respect and respect.

Sure enough, the old man Li Liang Li, Uncle Cao, and the elders of the autumn protection team all had red eyes and tears shining with excitement, but they couldn't hide their excitement and pride on their faces.

"Mistress of the county, it's not appropriate to do this... grassroots, right?"

Holding the sickle, Mr. Li felt that there was a new burden on his shoulders, and even though he was old, if he continued like this, it would not be a problem for him to work for another ten or eight years, but he still said humbly.

At this time, Mayor Zhang came over and said with a smile, "Old people, the county mistress trusts you and respects you. Our town government office also admires you old people the most, so don't be too polite."

These few words, Mayor Zhang has to say, this is a reassurance for the old people in Xiaya Village, and at the same time, it also proves that he is not the kind of person who cares about everything.

Because opening the sickle is a matter of supreme glory. When the autumn harvest is opened, isn't the mayor of the former world leading the people to do it first?
It was changed this time. Mayor Zhang is very sensible. He quickly stepped forward and adjusted his position. This not only makes him appear to be a magnanimous person, but also leaves a better and deeper impression on Su Jinxiu, the county mistress, right? ?

Su Jinxiu looked at Mayor Zhang with a smile that really hit his eyes.

Mayor Zhang shook his body and knew that he had done the right thing, regardless of small gains, he would go further in the future.

He was very satisfied with his performance today.

As for Mr. Li and Uncle Cao, they also stole the limelight today, and each of their faces was filled with bright smiles that they had never seen before.

Yes, the smiles on the faces of these old people are bright today, like a child, with their mouths wide open, they heard Mr. Li yell loudly, "Observe the orders of the Elderly Autumn Protection Team!"

"Shua shua shua..." After giving an order, and looking at the old people who were still giggling and laughing just now, they all restrained their smiles and lined up neatly in an instant.

"Listen up, everyone, now, the county mistress and mayor Zhang have given the honor of cutting the sickle to our old autumn protection team.

Therefore, we old guys can't embarrass them, the big guys hold the scythe, listen to my order, stand at attention... turn around, each one has a ridge, and the target is directly in front of the boss.

However, you must pay attention to safety, don't cut your legs and hands with the sickle, embarrassing our old autumn protection team, you heard me, didn't you? "

"I heard that, captain, please rest assured, our old guard autumn team will never lose face, please start giving orders now, captain."

These old people, at this moment, feel their blood boiling all over. Holding the sickle and looking at the soybean field in front of them, they feel that they have returned to their youth, which makes them excited and full of strength.

Li Liang stood on the bean ridge in front of him. As the leader of the trip, he bent down and cut five steps away, then gently put the heavy soybean stalks on the ground, and then directed at the old man behind him. The guys shouted, "Open the sickle..."

"Open the sickle..."

"Open the sickle..."

Following these vigorous and rhythmic shouts, the members of the Senior Autumn Protection Team held their sickles tightly and bent down to cut as if they were ten years younger.

The formation was lined up, and they had to wear the special clothes of the Elderly Autumn Protection Team. Looking at it from a distance, it can be said to be both festive and touching...

No one has seen this kind of exciting autumn harvest scene of the old people for many years, it is exciting.