Chapter 661: Mike

Just after going down the mountain and out of the village, I heard the chug sound of a tractor, and then a tractor from the next village pulled a cart of rice and set off. As the tractor passed by, Fangzheng could even smell the rice inside. On this day, almost every household was busy with the autumn harvest, and there were not many people in the whole village, and the gatekeepers relied on a few native dogs.

Ever since Mengmeng was abducted, people in the village did not dare to be careless, even if it was the autumn harvest, they would take their children with them.

"Master, where did everyone go?" Hong Boy asked curiously.

"We're all going to harvest the rice. Today's task for everyone is to help harvest the rice. Whoever does more work will get extra food at night!" Fang Zheng laughed.

The villagers are kind to One Finger Temple, and in return, Fangzheng will always do something for them. What's more, his disciples really need to get in touch with people outside and understand outside things. The most important thing is that these guys are idle on the mountain every day, making troubles when they have nothing to do, so they might as well throw them down to find some work.

Sure enough, when they heard that there was something to eat, they all became very motivated.

"Master, we are not the kind of people who eat delicious food! Just tell me what to do, my paws are already hungry and thirsty!" The squirrel waved its little hand and shouted vigorously.

Fangzheng directly gave him a thump, kicked his ass, looked at the anxious faces of the others, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, after leaving the village, there are some jobs for you to do."

After leaving the village, both sides of the village road are already golden, and the golden rice fields extend to the end of the horizon, separated by a windbreak forest in the middle. Even so, when you look up, the sky and the earth meet, the sky is blue, the ground is golden, and the golden sun is shining on the earth. The rice fields are set against a golden ocean, and the gold is shining! In the autumn wind, the rice waves wave after wave, like the blue waves on the sea, some birds secretly fly down to eat the ears of rice, just like the seagulls entering the sea to steal fish...

Asking about Daoxiang, Fangzheng couldn't help admiring: "It's another bumper harvest, so good..."

"Master, I didn't expect the rice to be so beautiful when it's ripe." The red boy is not tall, just a head taller than the wheat, and he can't see far with his feet on his feet. In desperation, he can only keep jumping and jumping. One Finger Village is just at the junction of mountains and plains. After Yizhi Mountain is Tongtian Mountain Range, the mountains are undulating and stretching for thousands of miles. On the other side of Yizhi Mountain, there is an endless plain, which is just suitable for growing crops such as corn and rice. This was also the only source of income for Yizhi Village in the past.

Fangzheng smiled and said, "It's beautiful when you're not ripe, but you don't know how to appreciate it. Just wait, the real beauty is not now...it's beautiful in the evening."

When Fangzheng said this, the red boy, squirrel, lone wolf, and monkey were all curious, dusk? more beautiful? why? The little ones began to silently look forward to the early evening.

"Go! Go in and have a look!" Hong Haier waved his hand and was about to rush into the rice fields with his seniors to play.

Fangzheng grabbed the red boy who was running around and reprimanded him: "Don't run around, you will trample on other people's crops, and I can't afford to pay for it as a teacher."

Although he had money, Fangzheng never thought of wasting money recklessly. Although Fangzheng likes money, he is not greedy, as long as he has enough to live on. As for more money, there is still a big gap in the expansion of the temple, let's save it...

Walking along the road with his apprentices, he could see the villagers of Yizhi Village from a distance, standing in the fields in their old shabby clothes, patrolling back and forth, not knowing what they were doing.

"Master, please excuse me. Excuse me, is there anyone cutting rice in the village?" At this moment, a voice with a Northwest accent sounded.

Fangzheng looked back and saw five men and women with two children. Both men and women were carrying thick quilts, sickles and other tools. Even the children helped carry a lot of things. These people's skin was dark and rough, their faces were weathered, and their eyes were tired and longing, as if they were looking forward to Fang Zheng's affirmative answer.

Among the few people, only two children have very bright eyes. They seem to be full of curiosity about the world in their ignorance, and they are also a little afraid of strangers, especially when they look at lone wolves and monkeys, as if they are looking at monsters. There is novelty, but more is fear. The two little guys hid behind their parents, watching Fangzheng and the others secretly.

Seeing the appearance of these people, it was obvious that they were hard-working people who had been exposed to the wind and sun all year round. Fangzheng put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, some benefactors, are you Maike?"

Mai Ke, this profession has always existed in the Northeast, but in the Northeast, it is not called Mai Ke, and different places call it differently. In Yizhi Village, there is generally no unified name for them. They are just called "helpers" and "hires". , "The Rice Cutter" etc. The name Mai Ke was passed down from the south. This name is much nicer than the previous ones, and everyone agrees. It is easy to call and respectful.

Mai Ke first originated in the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia region. In order to make a living, every year when the wheat harvest season came, a large number of migrant workers would go out with sickles to help others harvest wheat, earn a certain amount of money, and improve their lives. This kind of behavior is called chasing the wheat field, and the person who chases the wheat field is called a maike.

'Maike' and 'Swordsman' are in the same vein, the latter doesn't harvest wheat, but Guanzhong warriors watch over others' homes and guard homes, just like bodyguards.

However, in the Northeast, there are naturally no Mai Ke from the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia region. After all, it is too far away. Generally, the Maikes who come to Yizhi Village to help harvest rice are villagers from nearby villages, and everyone is familiar with them. Everyone knows who works quickly and who likes to be lazy. No one wants the lazy ones, and everyone grabs the quick ones. This is the market.

But the few people in front of them are very unfamiliar, and they are obviously not villagers from the nearby villages. Moreover, listening to the accent, it is not the heavy accent of the Northeast, but it has a taste of the northern part of Shaanxi. Could it be that Mike from over there came here? But... is it possible? One Finger Village is so remote...

Although there were countless questions in Fang Zheng's mind, they just passed by in a flash.

The leading man, with a very honest face, nodded immediately when he heard Fangzheng's question, "Yes, we came from Shaanxi. Master, do you know that there is someone nearby who can help you cut rice?"

Fangzheng looked at the rice paddies all around, and it was already cold dew, if everyone didn't harvest it, it would be difficult if there was frost in a few days. Fangzheng nodded and said: "The poor monk knows where there are people who need help, but people in the village generally have regular helpers."

"Ah... that's it..." After the man heard this, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.