The blessed girl of rebirth comes to the door

The busy farming season soon entered, and Wang Ruixue asked the workers to work overtime to make more, and then the workshop temporarily stopped working.

Call on the villagers and give each person twenty cash as wages to help deliver the tapioca flour and prepared pearls to the Quiet Pavilion in the town.

I made an agreement with shopkeeper Tong to start work in two months because of the busy farming schedule.

The title deed for the land in Shafu was completed, and the family began to loosen the soil and clear away the stones and weeds.

The division of labor is clear, those who clean up clean up, and those who spread fertilizer spread fertilizer.

Fertilizer is human excrement mixed with some rotten leaves, spread into the ground, and then covered with soil.

Wang Ruixue is responsible for cleaning up the pebbles in the ground and putting them into the basket.

Wang Zilu was responsible for carrying away the stones packed by Wang Ruixue.

After half a month of continuous work, two hundred acres of land were finally cleared.

When starting planting, Wang Ruixue suggested digging trenches to prevent excessive rain from affecting the growth of cassava and causing root rot.

After hearing this, the family decided to be on the safe side, so when planting cassava, two people dug the ditches and three people planted.

Cut the cassava stalks into several sections, insert the cassava stalks into the soil, and plant one tree at short intervals.

Wang Ruixue carried these cassava stalks back when she was digging cassava, and now they are put to use.

Others in the village came to see how they were growing.

Everyone's eyes were filled with surprise, and they were talking about it. It was the first time they had seen such a planting.

"My mother, this cassava needs to be grown like this. Today is really an eye-opener."

"Yeah, why do we need to dig a ditch?"

"Oh, I didn't carry this cassava stalk back at the beginning. What can I do now if I can't plant it?"

I have some at home. I carried a lot of them back. You can pick them up later.

"Oh, thank you for that."

"This mountain is so powerful. You all know this."

Don't you look at me either? Her daughters are all so powerful.

"That's not true. Their whole family is amazing."

Wang Dashan was a little overwhelmed by the praise, and his eyes were full of excitement and pride. He succeeded after several failures.

When she got home in the evening, Wang Ruixue didn't want to move at all. Her back ached and her hands became rough. She was too tired from farm work. When she got rich, she would hire someone to do it.

During dinner, "We have to plant quickly, the rice will be harvested in a while, otherwise we will be too busy." Yao took a mouthful of rice and said with a sad look on his face.

"Mom, I'm really too busy by then, so please hire someone." Wang Ruixue thought for a while and said, this saves time and effort, and is much faster.

"You girl, who will come here at that time? Everyone has to harvest rice and just do it by themselves. If I spend that money to hire someone, I might as well buy more meat to eat."

Yao looked at Wang Ruixue and scolded her, then reached out and tapped her nose, but her eyes were full of smiles and doting.

Wang Ruixue stuck out her tongue naughtily and stopped talking, burying her head in eating. Her mother was right, she would have to be busy with farming, and even if she had money, she wouldn't be able to hire anyone.

The others said nothing and buried themselves in their meals.

After ten days of busy work, starting early and working late at night, I finally finished planting.

After two days of rest, we began to harvest rice.

At dawn, the family had something to eat and then went to the fields to cut rice.

The fields are connected one after another, and thousands of rice grains form golden oceans. The breeze blows and the rice grains are like waves, rising and falling one after another.

Wang Ruixue looked at the rice carefully and saw that there were many empty shells in the rice. In ancient times, the yield was low. If the empty shells were removed, there would not be much left.

After drying, shelling, and paying the grain tax, only a little bit is left. No wonder people in ancient times were starved of food, and many people were yellow-faced, hungry, and thin.

Wang Ruixue and Wang Zilu of the Yao family were responsible for cutting the rice.

Wang Ruixue has never harvested rice, not even in her previous life.

She watched how Yao was cutting, and then started to learn how to do it. She almost cut her hand a few times, and the cut was crooked. Fortunately, they were all busy and didn't look in her direction.

It was very unfamiliar at first, but as I slowly started cutting, I became more and more proficient.

Wang Dashan and Wang Zifu are responsible for threshing rice.

The father and son worked hard, and the rhythmic "bang bang bang" sound of beating the rice was as loud as beating gongs and drums.

The father and son hit the barrel vigorously from left to right, and golden and plump grains mixed with empty shells fell into the barrel.

The one who threshes the rice is a square wooden barrel with a width of 70 centimeters and a height of centimeters.

As the sun slowly rose, many villagers began to go to the fields to cut rice.

There was a look of joy on everyone's faces.

A good harvest is the happiest thing for people.

"You're so early, Dashan." A villager greeted them.

Hearing this, Wang Dashan stopped what he was doing, picked up the cloth around his neck to wipe his sweat, and responded with a smile: "Hey, it's not like the sun wasn't that bright earlier."

"Yes, it's better to be early. I'm delayed by something today, otherwise I would have been here long ago."

After speaking, the villagers also hurried to the fields to cut rice.

The sound of threshing in the fields is "ping-pong-pong-pong", a busy harvest scene, the sound is quite spectacular, like a performance show, the surrounding trees are like the audience, a gust of wind blows, the leaves rustle, like cheerful applause.

Slowly the sun rises higher and higher, and the temperature also increases.

The sun in the sky is getting stronger and stronger like a flame burning on the stove. Heat waves hit me, and my whole body feels like a steamer, stuffy and hot.

Wang Ruixue was dripping with sweat, tired and hot. The rice leaves touched her face, neck, and hands. After a while, she felt very itchy. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to scratch a few times. The sweat flowed to the itchy area, and suddenly there was a burning pain on her skin. .

I kept hunching my back and lowering my head, my head was heavy and my waist was sore. I felt dizzy when I stood up. It took a while before I returned to normal.

I thumped my waist and looked at the busy figures in the surrounding fields. Most of them were women, old people and children. Most of the men had not returned yet from doing corvee work, which lasted for one month.

The reason why we went to do this corvee now was because the dike in Liantang Town had cracks and needed to be rebuilt to prevent the dike from bursting and causing floods when it rained.

I wiped the sweat from my face and neck with a cloth. My body was soaked with sweat, and my underwear felt sticky and uncomfortable against my skin.

He stopped what he was doing, put down his sickle, walked under the tree to drink some water, took off his straw hat to fan himself, and immediately felt much cooler. He sat down on the ground and rested for a while.

Yao also put down his sickle, wiped his sweat, walked over, picked up the bamboo tube, opened the stopper, and took a sip of water.

"Daughter, are you tired? Take a rest. Look at the redness on your neck. Don't scratch it with your hands." Mrs. Yao felt a little distressed when she saw Wang Ruixue's neck was red from scratching.

"Mom, you should rest for a while, the weather is too hot." Wang Ruixue couldn't help but feel distressed when she saw her mother.

Yao Shi smiled softly and said, "Mom, you are not tired. I will go back and cook for you."

After that, he walked over, put the rice in the barrel into a sack, tied it up, put it on the backpack and carried it back.

Wang Ruixue took a rest and continued to cut rice.

At noon, Mrs. Yao came with food. The family stopped what they were doing and sat down to eat.

After eating, I rested for a while and then continued my work.

It was not until evening that one acre of field was mowed.

The villagers went home one after another, and many children aged five or six followed their families carrying small half-back baskets of rice.

Wang Dashan returned home after loading the last bit of rice.

After eating, taking a shower, and going to bed, I was really exhausted.

The next day, her family refused to let Wang Ruixue go and asked her to dry the rice at home.

At noon, Wang Ruixue cooked food and sent it to her family. After the family finished eating, she came back with a bag of rice on her back.

Pour the rice on the bamboo woven drying mat, use a rake to spread the rice, take out some rice stalks and leaves, roll them into a ball, and throw them next to the stove as firewood.

Wang Xiaoju came back carrying rice on her back and heard a voice next door. She said happily: "Ruixue, you are not in the field today. Why didn't I see you?"

Hearing Wang Xiaoju's voice, Wang Ruixue responded: "Yeah, I'm not going, come and sit for a while."

"I can't rest. I have to go to the fields to work. I'll come back to you when I'm done." Wang Xiaoju poured the rice on the drying mat, spread it with a rake, picked up the rice stems and leaves inside and threw them aside, and went back with the basket on her back. fields.

Time flies and I have been busy for more than ten days, and I am finally done.

After drying and shelling the rice, there were only 1,520 kilograms of rice left in the four acres of rice. The yield per mu was 400 and the shelling was only 380. It was only because of his father's diligent fertilization that there was so much.

One stone is equal to one hundred and twenty kilograms. According to ancient times, one thousand five hundred and twenty kilograms is about twelve stones.

The people who had served as slaves came back. A group of people looked like Africans. They were tanned and skinny, and some of them were so thin that they lost their looks.

On the day of tax payment, before dawn, the villagers walked towards the town carrying dry food on their backs, shoulders or picks.

Except for Wang Ruixue, everyone in the Wang Dashan family carried or carried them toward the town.

Wang Ruixue's idea of ​​building roads became more and more intense.