Farmer’s Blessed Girl

When Man Bao returned to Lao Zhou's house with a rope tied with eight or nine birds, the dinner was almost ready.

As soon as Mr. He saw the bird in her hand, he took it naturally, and then he remembered and asked, "Didn't Dad let you touch the wheat ears?"

Man Bao said: "This is not from our house, it is the ear of wheat that Bai Erlang took from his house."

He nodded and didn't care.

When Old Zhoutou came back, he asked one more question, "Does Master Bai know?"

Man Bao thought that Bai Erlang had his servants carry a large bundle of wheat ears, so he nodded hesitantly and said, "I should know."

Old Zhoutou was relieved. Unlike their family, the Bai family had a lot of grain. Even if the disaster was not minor this time, the grain harvested was not comparable to them.

Old Zhou Tou took a piece of bird meat and said: "Hurry up and collect all the beans in the field, Master Bai's family is looking for someone to work for three more days, the third child, you will take the fourth child to the master Bai's house to pick it up. Workers, the eldest stayed at home to farm wheat and beans, and the second continued to go to the city to sell vegetables.”

Several brothers should be under.

Originally, Lao Zhoutou didn't plan to let his sons go to Master Bai's house to work part-time jobs again this year, because the family had an extra piece of land from Shizulang, and he couldn't spare that much time.

However, after the disaster this year, the work is not enough. Since the work at home is done quickly, of course, I have to take a part-time job.

In fact, there are many people who think the same way as Old Zhoutou, so when Zhousan Lang finally led Shizuolang to Bai's house, he found that there were a lot of people looking for work.

But they also have advantages,

Wednesday Lang was a competent person who wrote down his name from the steward of the Bai family, and he was also from the village, so the steward of the Bai family accepted it as soon as he saw it, and the salary was slightly lower than that of previous years by two cents.

No way, after the disaster, even when farming is busy, labor is very cheap.

If Master Bai was not cautious enough, he would only use the acquaintances he had used in previous years. He only served three meals a day, and he could attract a lot of people with a wave of his hand in the county town.

Butler Bai accepted Zhou Lang without hesitation. When it was Zhou Lang's turn, he struggled a bit, and finally accepted it with a frown.

This steward lives in Qili Village with Master Bai, and mainly manages the fields of Qili Village and Dali Village. Naturally, he knows that his little Langjun and Zhou's little lady are very close, and they have been playing together every day recently.

Forget it, don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face.

The steward reluctantly accepted Zhou Lang, but still told Zhou Lang, "Wednesday, you have to watch your brother a little bit."

Wednesday Lang hurriedly bent down to answer, and Thursday Lang also grinned and assured that he would work diligently.

The steward waved his hand and asked for two sickles to be brought to them, then left.

Thursullang sighed with the sickle, "My old waist."

Wednesday looked at him.

Thursday Lang hurriedly said: "Third brother, don't worry, I will not be lazy, don't complain to Dad."

Zhou Lang retracted his gaze and said, "Let's go, let's go to the field."

The Bai family's wheat has not been harvested yet.

The land in other parts of Master Bai's house either has a Zhuangzi, which is cultivated by servants, or the land is mainly leased to tenants, and Zhuangzi is also set up to manage.

Only the fields of Qili Village and Dali Village are close by, and Master Bai is more attentive. Therefore, in addition to the twenty long-term workers and ten or so servants, he prefers to hire nearby villagers to do short-term labor.

It is precisely because of this that Master Bai was able to quickly integrate into the local villagers in the first two years of moving to Qili Village.

Not only in Qili Village, but also in Dali Village has great prestige.

After all, when farming is busy, everyone can rely on him to make money, and when farming is slack, everyone can still rely on him to make money, right?

Country people are simple, and they are always more grateful to the owners who can provide them with food and clothing.

For this reason, whether planting or harvesting in this area of ​​his family will always be a little slower than that of others.

Mr. Bai doesn't like to grow beans. Compared with beans, wheat that can be ground into flour is naturally more delicious. Therefore, most of the dry land in Mr. Bai's house is grown with wheat.

They went to the village from afar, and there is still a large area left unfinished, and the beans can be harvested when they are finished.

In fact, Shirou prefers to cut beans.

He yawned, and resignedly followed the third brother's ass to cut the wheat, and only rested for an hour at noon.

Although the three meals a day that the Bai family is responsible for is good, such a workload, which is done under the sun, still makes Thursday Lang miserable.

As soon as he was in pain, he couldn't help but want to fish, because it wasn't his own home anyway.

Thursday Lang's movements became slower and slower, and then he heard a rustling voice behind him, his body couldn't help but froze, and he immediately cut it up hard. After a while, when he heard that there was no movement behind him, he couldn't bear it. Live and look back.

I saw a very familiar little kid not far away, instructing a servant to pile up several piles of wheat they had cut, and then tie it up and carry it away.

Thursday Lang couldn't help but ask, "Is Xiao Lang also going to the ground to help harvest the wheat?"

Master Bai is actually willing to use his precious little son?

Bai Erlang turned his head to look at him, and it took a long time before he recognized the dark man as Man Bao's fourth brother, so he grinned, "No, I'm going to catch sparrows with Bai Shan Zhouman, and we need wheat as bait."

This time, not only was Chu Chulang silent, but Chuu Lang couldn't help but look back. Seeing that the servant had already carried the sheaf of wheat, he couldn't help but say, "Will it be too much?"

"Not at all, the more you sprinkle, the more birds will fly down," Bai Erlang said confidently: "We've caught too hard during this time, and it's not easy to catch any more birds at the entrance of the village. The sparrow is gone, so I can only come here to catch it."

Thursday Lang didn't understand very well, "Is there a shortage of meat in Xiao Lang's family?"

"No shortage, why do you ask that?"

"Since there is no shortage of meat, why do you have to catch birds?"

"Because it's fun!" Bai Erlang had eaten birds for several days, even if he changed his taste, he would be tired of it.

And the reason why he likes to go to the field to carry wheat ears every day is because catching birds is fun.

So far, he has gathered a lot of friends to play this game together.

Yes, Bai Erlang has gathered a lot of friends, so that every time Man Bao and Bai Shanbao are not present, they can do well.

Of course, in order to eat meat, Man Bao still arrives every day, but he will bring his own books.

Bai Shanbao thinks that the snacks made from fried or barbecued bird sparrows are also very good, so he will also follow, and also bring his own book.

Because there is only one set of fishing nets, they can't get the job of pulling the rope, and of course, the job of digging holes and burying sticks is even more out of their reach.

So they sat under a tree and read a book, occasionally giving them pointers on how to position themselves.

Of course, when Bai Erlang arrives, he will take over the command forcefully and won't let others interfere.

Bai Shanbao and Manbao are tired of playing this game, so naturally they don't care. If he wants to command, he will give it to him, and because of this, Manbao and Bai Shanbao can get the same price as Bai Er when they divide the birds every day. The number, euphemistically called, is the offering to the elders.

Well, elder.