Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Lao Zhoutou sat on the threshold and looked up at the sky. Man Bao had just finished his notes. He listened to Keke's suggestion and went out to take a look at his eyes. Seeing Dad sitting on the threshold, she also sat on the threshold and looked up with him. Look at the sky.

One big and one small sat on the threshold without saying a word, and the villagers who passed by couldn't help but laugh when they saw it, "What are you looking at?"

Old Zhou Tou sighed, "Look at God."

Man Bao nodded solemnly, "Look at the clouds."

The villagers also raised their heads to look at the sky, only to see the sunset glow in the sky, so they leaned against the wall and looked together, "Uncle Jin, do you think it will be sunny today?"

It rained two more times today, one after another. Although the sun came out in the afternoon, it was not easy for everyone to open the sickle and cut the rice on such a day.

Old Zhou Tou touched his bong and said, "I can't wait for tomorrow whether it's sunny or not. When the rice in the field turns yellow, I have to cut it."

"Your family will open a sickle tomorrow?"

"Well, if you cut it, pick it back and dry it at home instead of leaving it in the field."

The villagers were a little envious, "Uncle Jin, your family has a large population, of course it's okay, my family is not good, just six people, and two dolls, you can cut a piece of land in a day, it's impossible to pick it back."

Old Zhoutou was a little arrogant, but he still laughed and said, "I have many family members, but I also have a lot of land. They are all the same, the same."

The same is strange, the speed of one person cutting one piece of land and two people cutting two pieces of land together are also different.

Although he didn't know why, it was different.

They can't calculate, but they can see with their eyes, and they can compare directly.

Man Bao pouted and said, "Mr. does not have a holiday for the autumn harvest."

The old Zhoutou laughed and said, "If you don't let it go, let it go. Anyway, there is not much rice this year, so you little babies don't need to go to the ground."

"In fact, my family planted a total of 12 mu of rice, and half of it was destroyed," the villagers said with some relief: "Thanks to the imperial court tax exemption, otherwise we would not be able to survive this year."

In fact, although the imperial court is exempt from taxation, everyone's life is tight.

In the past, one mu of rice could be harvested about two and a half load, but now there may not be even one load.

A lot of rice has not been grouted. When you reach out and touch it, it is all empty shells, and you can only use straw to cut it.

The luck of the old Zhoutou's family was not much better in terms of rice. It was the same situation. Several fields were directly washed away. Now there are more grasses than rice in the fields.

However, the pressure on their family is not so great now, because the harvest of wheat is good. Recently, Tuesday Lang has a fixed income every day, plus the windfall of Fuling, so now Lao Zhoutou is quite calm and steady.

The old Zhou family decided to harvest the rice. As soon as the news came out, many people went to the fields to look at the rice. It was already August. Even if there was a flood, most of the rice was yellow and ready to be harvested.

They looked at the sky and decided to start the harvest tomorrow.

The countryman's decision was so quick and unreasonable. The day before, everyone was sitting under a tree with twine to divide the line. The next day, before dawn, everyone took a sickle and picked a bamboo basket to go out.

Instantly change from slack to busy farming.

Rice is better harvested than wheat, but not many villagers in Qili Village are happy, because this year's rice harvest is really bad, so that everyone has little motivation.

The old Zhou family simply did not let He and Fang go to the ground. The rest of the people worked for six or seven days to harvest all the rice in the field, and then started threshing slowly.

Because there is no rice in many rice husks, they are shoveled with a dustpan and blown against the wind, and the bosses are blown out in an instant, and there are not many good rice that fall.

But everyone has already expected, although sigh, but not very sad.

Everyone will also collect the blown rice husks. If there is not enough food at home in the spring of the coming year, these are ground into bran and can be eaten.

The old Zhou family also kept it, but the old Zhoutou calculated the food at home and felt that it was enough, so he decided to use it to feed the chickens.

Looking at the ten bags of empty rice husks that he had put away, Mrs Qian sighed: "Go to the market and buy ten chickens back, just as the hens raised last year are old, they can be killed just in time for the Chinese New Year. to eat."

"The chicken shed is not big enough," Man Bao glanced at the chicken shed in disgust and said, "Mother, they don't like to lay eggs if they are too crowded."

Xiao Qian glanced at Man Bao and took the opportunity to suggest, "Mother, why don't we tidy up the wasteland behind the house and build a chicken coop there. It is spacious and the house is not messy."

Qian hesitated, "It's outside the house after all, in case someone steals it..."

"Who is so bold, and we have a lot of chickens in our house. If someone tries to steal them, we will know when the chickens croak."

Xiao Qian has disliked the chicken coop in the yard more than once. Although the children clean the yard every day, she is the first to get up early and the last to go to bed late. Some dirt inevitably gets into her eyes.

Man Bao obviously heard her talk before mentioning it.

Man Bao really agreed with the sister-in-law's suggestion with both hands and feet.

"What if there are weasels?" There are not only people stealing chickens in the village, but also mice and weasels.

Among them, mice and weasels are the most dangerous.

Qili Village is relatively simple, although there are lazy people and nasty gangsters, but because of the small number of people, everyone is close to each other, and there are no people who particularly harm the neighbors.

The bastards that the village dislikes are just lazy people who like to wander around the mountains and rivers.

For example, Thursday Lang was once classified as a gangster.

Zhou Dalang thought for a while and said, "Isn't there still some stones left when we built the house last year? We simply use stones to build the bottom, yellow mud on the top, and a fence around the outside, so the weasel shouldn't be able to get in."

Tuesday Lang continued: "The tiles that were trampled on in June are still piled up in the corner. We will use them to build a chicken coop, and the mice will not be able to get in."

Qian Shi agreed.

The stretch from the right side of Zhou's house to the back of the house is full of their vegetable garden.

The vegetable garden on the right was opened when Lao Zhoutou's parents were there. Later, Qian took over. Because the family's population was growing, she expanded it little by little. Anyway, it wasn't anyone's land. , so she planted it and planted it behind the house.

There is a mountain about 300 meters away from the land behind the house, which is the mouth of the village allotted to Zhou Dalang.

There were five or six clumps of bamboo growing naturally at the foot of the mountain, while hemp was planted at the foot of the mountain before, but now all of them have been chopped back.

The mountain is not very far from their home, and the 300 meters of open space in the middle is unowned, and few people usually walk.

Qian Shi automatically marked the piece of land to his own area, and then he didn't need to tell the village chief. The next day, the family started to build a chicken coop.

When the construction really started, Man Bao ran there to look back and forth, and found that the chicken coop was not bad.

Qian Shi smiled, "How many bugs can there be on the mountain? Why don't you go to the fields?"

When Mr. Qian said this, he was startled, "Yes, we can drive the chickens into the fields to eat worms."