Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Leng Yanqiu walked quickly to the bamboo fence and saw a small egg in the grass nest under the firewood pile. The hens, who seemed to be great heroes, all gathered by the fence to ask for a reward.

This is too much of a lie. Could it be that that one egg was laid by all ten hens working together?

Leng Yanqiu opened the fence door, and the egg was small, warm and bloody.

"Fresh vegetable leaves as a reward! Keep raining more tomorrow."

Leng Yanqiu muttered as she walked outside, only to find that the two rabbits had crawled back into the fence again, even though she had clearly closed the gate.

Sure enough, at the junction of the firewood pile and the bamboo fence, a tunnel dug by the rabbit was found.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows, and it never deceives me.

They are now the freest rabbits. They have holes leading to the outside of the courtyard wall, holes leading to the firewood pile, holes leading to the vegetable garden, and they can also go for a ride under the jujube tree.

You couldn't catch them even if you wanted to, because Leng Yanqiu discovered some movement in the firewood pile. He turned on the flashlight on his cell phone and shone it through the hollowed-out hole. He saw about seven or eight little creatures wriggling, which must be rabbit babies.

The original inhabitants of Ma's house.

I felt inexplicably warmed, knowing that I was not alone.

She became playful and reached her phone into the rabbit's nest to take a short video.

There is also the tiny egg; ten half-grown hens competing for the credit; a couple of rabbits nibbling on the leaves; the vegetable fields and fruit trees, full of interesting pastoral scenery.

This is the first time I learned how to post short videos. It took me a long time to click until it took shape. I added music and posted it on Kuaishou.

There was no mission today, so Leng Yanqiu walked slowly towards the Leng family's farmland, holding a fresh green cucumber in his hand, "crunching, crunching".

Soon, the sound of chewing cucumbers was drowned out by the noise. Several villagers had already started harvesting corn in the fields. The land passed by the harvesters was left clean, and the corn stalks were all crushed and left on the surface of the land. The air was filled with a sweet smell.

In addition to the machines running in the hustle and bustle, there were many people working in the fields. Secretary Ma was among them. Seeing Leng Yanqiu approaching leisurely, Secretary Ma waved his cigarette-pinching hand and greeted: "Xiaoqiu, are you done with school? When are you going to harvest your land? I just checked, and your corn can still grow for a few more days. It's still green, so you can wait a little longer."

"No delay." Leng Yanqiu answered loudly, "It's just in time for the weekend. Secretary Ma, can you see if I can still get a number?"

The old farmer nearby immediately interrupted and advised: "Little girl, you don't understand. Your crops are still green and can still grow. If they grow a few more days, you will get more harvest, right?"

"Yes, yes, this old Leng family is really alone, and they actually let a little girl take charge of the important matter of harvesting the crops."

Secretary Ma took a long puff of his cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, rubbed it with the tip of his shoe, and then spoke: "A bunch of uneducated country men, dare to look down on students who study? Xiaoqiu, don't listen to their nonsense. I have remembered your family's name for a long time. If you really want to accept it, you can get a number tomorrow afternoon."

It is not yet time for large-scale harvest, and farmers don’t care about weekends.

"Okay, then I'll collect it tomorrow afternoon." Leng Yanqiu opened his phone, "Can I transfer the money to you? Is there anything else you need to prepare in advance?"

"If you want to sell it directly, you don't need to prepare anything, just collect the money. Today's price is not low, one dollar and one cent per pound. If you want to keep it and see the price first, you have to prepare a place to dry it and some things to put it away."

Secretary Ma collected 600 yuan for the harvester. Leng Yanqiu's previous plan of hiring a tractor to deliver the corn kernels directly to the house was temporarily shelved. The old couple hoped to convert all the money into money at once, so she would not get involved in trouble.

Tomorrow I'll bring two sacks in my electric three-wheeler, leave two bags of corn for grinding into flour for myself, and don't worry about the rest.

Secretary Ma reminded Leng Yanqiu again: "The sorghum in your field is almost ripe."

"Well, I'll collect it later so I can get the machine to work tomorrow."

Leng Yanqiu strolled to the Leng family's field. The sky was getting dark, but her eyesight was not affected. She watched the purple-red ears of sorghum swaying in the wind.

Behind the sorghum barrier is a large field of corn, like a green tent.

She walked into the field, broke off a corn cob, and peeled off the layers of placenta. The plump pale yellow kernels were evenly arranged, with a strong sweet aroma.

Very suitable for cooking.

Leng Yanqiu went home with a bunch of corn cobs in her arms. Her arms felt slightly itchy, which was a normal reaction to the corn leaves scratching her skin.

At home, Grandma Leng came back and was making stir-fried noodles with an egg to be sent to Grandpa Leng.

"Qiu'er, have you eaten yet? Oh, building a house is really tiring. The old man who is watching over the construction site has left home today because of something. Your stubborn grandfather insisted on keeping an eye on the things for them, such as the sand, cement slabs, and iron frames. Who would steal them?"

Grandma Leng was muttering to herself, not noticing that her granddaughter had already started cooking new corn in her room.

"Grandma, you eat first. I'll bring it to you." Leng Yanqiu helped open the lid of the thermos bucket, which was purchased when she was in the hospital.

"No, no, I'll go by myself and talk to your grandfather. You two can't talk to each other right now." Grandma Leng picked up the thermos bucket and walked out, and then reminded, "I have to be back later, you just go to sleep."

"it is good."

Leng Yanqiu tasted a cooked corn and it was indeed delicious. The sweet corn kernels seemed to burst when bitten by teeth.

When ordinary corn is sold at a low price, I really can't bear to part with it.

She opened her phone and sent pictures to Brother Wang, showing pictures of boiled corn with and without the skin.

Brother Wang: Does your family grow fruit corn?

Leng Yanqiu: It’s not fruit corn, but it tastes better than fruit corn. I’ll invite you to taste it tomorrow.

Brother Wang: Fruit corn can be eaten raw, is this ok?

Leng Yanqiu: I really didn’t think of eating it raw. I’ll tell you tomorrow.

She put on her long-sleeved school uniform again, put on gloves, took the sickle, and got on the electric tricycle.

Now there is no need to worry about corn and sorghum leaves scratching the skin. The fields have become quiet, and the sound of "rustling" can be heard again.

Sorghum is a treasure from head to toe. Its stalks are very popular among farmers. They can be made into brooms for washing dishes and lids for steamed buns and dumplings. So the back bucket of the tricycle was quickly filled up. The layers of stalks stacked in a cross pattern covered Leng Yanqiu's small body tightly.

One cart, two carts, three carts, all the sorghum from the ten acres of fields was transported back and stood at an angle under the eaves.

Leng Yanqiu made another trip and brought back a cartload of corn cobs with husks on, waiting to give them to Brother Wang to taste early the next morning.

The sales channels are still too narrow and need to be expanded.

Although she was resolute in her attitude against Grandpa Leng and successfully retained 55,000 yuan in compensation, she still felt uneasy and did not feel comfortable spending the money she earned through her own labor.

As for making money, even after living two lifetimes, I still don't have enough experience. Why not use your brain again? Open an online store? Find other customers?