Xiao Jiaojiao suffered from morning sickness and had many babies, and was pampered by Qing Leng'

Xie Yuan drank the water, took out a leaf bag from his arms and handed it to his wife.

"What is this?" Jiang Mingyue asked curiously.

"I just found some wild fruits in the field and picked them."

Jiang Mingyue opened the bag of leaves and asked uncertainly: "Hei Tiantian?"

"Yes, Hei Tiantian and Lantern Fruit."

Xie Yuan raised his head and glanced at the rising sun.

"The heat will come soon, so don't forget to prevent heatstroke."

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In the field, the old patriarch followed Song Ming's line of sight, glanced at the two people on the ridge, and said with a cheerful smile: "The young people in our village are good at this, they know how to love their wives, unlike some lazy people in other villages who are completely If you don’t respect your mother-in-law as a human being, such a family is doomed to have a restless family and will never be able to make a fortune.”

"What I said makes sense, everything will be prosperous if the family is harmonious."

"Yes, yes! Everything will be well with our family!"

"Are those two children of Zijing?"

"Well, we are the only one in our village to have twins. Even though they are still young, they are as smart as Xiao Yuan! They don't cry when hugged by anyone."

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On the ridge of the ground, Xie Yuan went to the ground again after giving some more instructions to his wife.

Jiang Mingyue rinsed the wild fruit with water, bit off the skin and stuffed one into the mouths of her daughter and son.

"Is it yummy?"

He smacked the dumplings, smacked his lips, and screamed, "Ah, ah," Jiang Mingyue saw that he liked it, so she stuffed another Heitiantian into his mouth.

After my daughter tasted it, I fed her a few more.

The mother and daughter ate the wild fruits separately. Jiang Mingyue was sweating when she looked at the grapes and dumplings, so they warmly pushed them away from the ridge and returned home.

In the field, Xie Yuan saw them leaving, and then he concentrated on cutting wheat.

At half time, Magistrate Shen led six detectives to Xiejia Village.

The old patriarch who was chatting with Song Ming squinted his eyes for a long time. When he saw that it was the county magistrate, he stood up from the cart.

"The county magistrate is here for inspection, I have to go and greet him."

Song Ming turned his head and glanced at the man coming on horseback.

"He also came to inspect in previous years?"

"Well, every summer and autumn harvest, Magistrate Shen will come down to take a look."

The old patriarch was walking while talking. After walking a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something, turned around and shouted to Xie Yuan, "Brother Yuan, the county magistrate is here, you go and greet him for me."

"it is good!"

Xie Yuan put down his sickle again, came out of the field, and walked towards Magistrate Shen.

Song Ming glanced at County Magistrate Shen and asked after the old patriarch came back: "The yield per mu will be two hundred and twenty kilograms this year, right?"

The old patriarch came close to him and whispered: "We old masters can probably weigh up to 230 pounds."

Song Ming was slightly shocked when he heard this.

"really?"

The old patriarch smiled and said: "We will know at noon."

Song Ming was immediately shocked.

On the ridge, Magistrate Shen glanced into the field. When his eyes fell on Jiang Shangshu, his pupils shrank suddenly and he immediately withdrew his gaze. He symbolically asked Xie Yuan about the situation in the fields, and then left.

After staying for a long time, he became a bit deliberate. When he came, Jiang Shangshu and the others knew that they had seen him, and that was enough.

In the house, Jiang Mingyue put her children to sleep, lit mosquito repellent incense, gave Tian a few words, and went out.

Under the shade of the trees at the entrance of the village, Yu Xing and the patriarch's grandmother had already cooked mung bean soup. At that time, several women were carrying large wooden buckets containing mung bean soup and putting it into the stream.

Jiang Mingyue hurriedly stepped forward and helped them put the barrel together, and then she realized that there were several large watermelons soaking next to it.

The third grandma saw that there was sweat on her forehead, so she picked up a small watermelon, put it into her hand and said, "Eat some melon to cool off the heat. We have apples and apricots here! We don't need you."

"Thank you, Third Grandma!"

Jiang Mingyue cut open the watermelon and did not eat it alone. She shared some with several grandmothers. After eating a small piece of watermelon, Jiang Mingyue felt much cooler instantly.

Although the third grandma said that she didn't have to do anything, Jiang Mingyue took the initiative to help them pick and wash wild vegetables when they were preparing lunch.

Because it is a big pot meal, the rice is very simple, steamed buns with mixed vegetables, and mung bean porridge that has been cooled. However, the chowder dishes are rich in oil and water, and there is a lot of meat in the dishes, while the steamed buns are all white flour steamed buns.

Jiang Mingyue helped them place the dishes and chopsticks, looked up at the sun above her head and discussed with the grandmothers: "The clan members have been busy all morning, and they must be tired and hungry by now. Let's start dinner!"

After a few people discussed it, the patriarch’s grandma said: “Lao San, you have a loud voice, come and shout!”

"to make!"

Jiang Mingyue watched the third grandma wipe her hands and stand up. She put her left hand on her hips and shouted loudly towards the wheat field.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

The voice was as loud as a trumpet, and Jiang Mingyue felt that it could travel two miles.

When the tribesmen who were working in the fields heard this shout, they all put down their work and ran to the ridge of the ground very fast.

Seeing that Song Ming was always calm and unhurried, the old patriarch suddenly became anxious and pulled him away.

"Hurry up, we're leaving too late. All the good food has been taken away by these brats."

Xie Yuan looked at the old patriarch pulling Song Ming and walking swiftly. His thin lips curled up slightly and he looked at Jiang Minghong who was sweating profusely.

"Let's go! Let's go eat too."

At the entrance of the village, Jiang Mingyue did not pick up vegetables. Instead, she shared the steamed buns with Pingguo and Yu Xing, two for each person. If there was not enough, you could come over and get more.

When it was Song Ming's turn, Jiang Mingyue heard him say, "Just give me one."

Jiang Mingyue was afraid that he wouldn't be full, so she picked a slightly larger one and handed it to him. The same is true for Jiang Shangshu and others, except Song Ren, who is like two steamed buns like everyone else.

When Xie Yuan and his younger brother came to receive the steamed buns, Jiang Mingyue handed them the steamed buns and whispered: "There will be watermelon after the meal."

Xie Yuan nodded and saw that his wife's face was red from the sun and whispered: "You can go back in a while! It will be hotter in the afternoon. Take good care of our children to avoid heat stroke."

"Okay, so are you!"

The two took the steamed buns, and Xie Yuan led his brother-in-law towards Jiang Shangshu and the others.

Under the shade of the tree, Song Ming glanced at the people eating delicious food around him. Smelling the aroma from the vegetables and steamed buns, his stomach growled. Well, he hadn't experienced what it felt like to be hungry for a long, long time.

He picked up the chowder and took a bite. Well, although it didn't look very good, it was quite delicious. Song Ren came to Song Ming's side, put down the mung bean soup, and sat down.

Song Ming raised his head and glanced at the soup in front of him, and then at his son who was eating deliciously.

"You are easy to support."

Song Ren smiled: "My son has been trained in the West Camp before. He can eat delicacies from mountains and seas, as well as simple meals."

"Don't choose well!"

Song Ming paused and asked, "Have you ever harvested wheat before?"

"It has been cut. When I was in the West Camp, during this season, many sergeants would take leave to go home for the summer harvest. My son would join them every time, and he would get used to it after one or two times."

Song Ming nodded.

"After I go back today, let's start promoting farmyard manure! Let's start in Kyoto."

Song Ren suddenly felt happy and said respectfully: "Yes!"