Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

Wheat must be dried before storage, or shelled and ground.

In the past, the villagers at the foot of the mountain used to dry crops on drying mats, but the original owner did not have them here, so they could only dry them on the cement floor.

However, the temperature is not very high now, so Zhao Yeqing took out the plastic sheet and spread it on the ground. The area was limited, so he could only dry the wheat in batches.

Fortunately, it hasn't rained recently. Once the wheat is almost dry, the rice fields will be dry enough to be harvested.

Zhao Yeqing and Mu Xi discussed whether to wait until the rice was sown in autumn before planting another crop of wheat.

Mu Xi shook his head, "We have harvested five hundred kilograms of wheat, and the yield of rice doesn't look like it is very low. Planting two crops of rice is already tiring enough. When the weather gets hot, we have to go out and take care of so many fields. It's not necessary." "

This is also true.

The flour ground from wheat, plus the yield of one season of rice, is enough to feed two people for a year.

But there are still chickens, cattle and sheep that need to be fed at home. Adding some rice and corn to the chicken feed can help them lay more eggs. The cattle and sheep also need straw mixed with silage, and occasionally some corn is used as concentrate feed.

Planting two crops of rice is enough.

She felt extremely relaxed instantly.

Just like when I was in school, I finished all my summer homework in the first week of summer vacation, that kind of relaxation without any worries.

After the wheat is dried, Mu Xi plans to harvest the rice and glutinous rice alone.

He stopped Zhao Yeqing, who was about to follow him into the fields, "You go to the vegetable garden. The sweet potato vines need to be taken care of. If you don't take care of them, all the nutrients will be in the leaves. The sweet potatoes underneath are probably not even as big as a finger."

Zhao Yeqing was particularly diligent in taking care of the vegetable garden, making sure the vegetables in the vegetable field were delicious and delicious.

Sometimes the more meticulous the service, the less satisfying the dish will be.

Zhao Yeqing looked at the lush sweet potato vines, unceremoniously unloaded the sickle, and cut the sweet potatoes into small flat heads in a few strokes.

Zhao Yeqing first picked the tenderest ones from the cut sweet potato vines, put them in the kitchen and planned to fry them at night, and threw the rest into the cow pen and the sheep pen respectively.

Cut off the first inflorescences of peppers and tomatoes so that they can continue to grow.

The fennel sown in the leafy vegetable area has also grown. It seems that eating fennel dumplings is a certainty.

There just isn't enough meat to make dumplings.

The beef and mutton at home have all become dried meat. Now the meat that can be obtained in the mountains is either chicken at home, fish from the lake, or rabbit meat from the meadow.

Zhao Yeqing shrugged his nose, feeling that no matter what kind of meat was used to make dumplings with fennel, it would feel weird.

After tidying up the vegetable garden, she walked to the front yard to watch Mu Xi harvesting rice.

At Mu Xi's current speed, it is estimated that by night, he will be able to harvest all the rice, and only half of the glutinous rice will be harvested.

Zhao Yeqing rolled the threshing bucket to the edge of the field, planning to thresh and harvest the millet at the same time.

When farming is busy, you have to be in a hurry, otherwise when it rains, it will be bad if the undried grain is left in the house for two days.

When Mu Xi saw her coming to help, he just said, "You take your time and let me do the rest. When it gets dark later, although you can't see clearly when cutting rice, you can still thresh millet. You can still feel the darkness with a flashlight." To thresh half the field of grain.”

Zhao Yeqing nodded, pushed the threshing bucket to the small pavilion at the edge of the field, and slowly threshed the grain.

When it got dark and only half of the glutinous rice field was left unfinished, Zhao Yeqing stopped letting Mu Xi continue to work, "Don't cut anymore. Wait until tomorrow to finish. Be careful of cutting your hands and legs when it gets dark."

Bend down to cut the rice, grab a handful of rice stalks and use a sickle to cut off the roots. The blade of the sickle is drawn inward. It is very easy to cut yourself if you cut the sword too fast.

Mu Xi threw the last handful of rice straw he cut off at his feet, "Then you put it away first and I'll get it."

Zhao Yeqing handed over the work of threshing millet to Mu Xi, walked back to the room, and took out the solar flashlight.

There is a braided rope loop at the end of the flashlight, which can be put on your wrist when outdoors to prevent your hand from slipping and dropping the flashlight.

She hung the woven rope loop of the flashlight on the top of the small pavilion. When she turned on the flashlight, it looked like a small lamp hanging on the pavilion.

"Then you sit down and I'll cook."

Mu Xi: "Just eat whatever you want, don't cook, it's too hard."

In this season, cooking in the kitchen is not much easier than working. Zhao Yeqing nodded. She had cooked a pot of porridge a long time ago. Now she only needs to fry the sweet potato vines and bacon together, steam a sausage, and serve it with dried radish in the kimchi jar.

It's easy to make, and the wood-burning stove has a good fire, and you can have dinner in half an hour.

After Mu Xi had eaten a few times, he went out to thresh grain again.

The sun is strong during the day, and the moonlight at night is as bright and bright as last summer.

Mu Xi turned off the flashlight. The entire meadow was illuminated by the moon, and everything could be seen clearly.

What really needs lighting is the first few hours at night.

After Zhao Yeqing took a shower, he saw that the time was almost twelve o'clock and walked to the edge of the field.

"Stop it, go wash up and go to bed first."

Mu Xi knocked a handful of rice clean, and the full grains fell into the threshing bucket.

"Okay, I'll go get the basket and put it in the house first, otherwise I might be vulnerable to thieves at night."

In the mountains, animals like wild boars, rabbits, voles, sparrows, etc. can be stolen to eat rice.

There was not enough rice to beat, and there were still a lot of rice stalks with ears of rice piled in the field. Mu Xi was still worried when he was about to go to bed after taking a bath.

I moved the rocking chair to the edge of the field and planned to sleep here first at night.

Zhao Yeqing didn't stop him from being bitten by mosquitoes even though he had some toilet water sprinkled on him. Sleeping outside in this weather was cooler than sleeping in the room.

Seeing Mu Xi sleeping outside the yard, the family dog ​​also followed him to the edge of the field, wagging his tail.

Facts have proved that Mu Xi was prescient. Not long after he fell asleep, Dahuang barked and caught the thief.

It's a round field mouse.

Mu Xi fell into a daze and shut the field mouse into a small clay pot.

I woke up the next day and after having breakfast, I remembered that there was a thief.

Mu Xi walked to the pot, opened it and almost dropped the pot to the ground——

The field mouse inside actually gave birth to a dozen pups overnight.

Voles look similar to mice, except that their ears and faces are slightly rounder, and the babies they give birth to are red, hairless, and small.

Zhao Yeqing hated creatures like mice very much, and his whole body felt bad when he saw them.

People here eat voles, and there is a saying that 'eat one rat and become three chickens', but she is really unable to accept voles that look like mice. Bamboo rats are the limit of what she can accept.

Mu Xi didn't even think about releasing them. Summer is the peak period for pregnancy and birthing in separate litters. There are about ten babies in one litter, and seven or eight babies are born in a year.

Even the red baby mouse only needs two more months to grow before it can give birth.

It is very scary to reproduce and extremely harmful to the fields.