Chapter 451 All Grains Are Hard Work

On the big stove, this time, instead of steaming rice and stewing, the noodles were cooked.

The white noodles were thick and thin, and the thick ones were just like leeks and leaves. They were as thin as hair, and they were cut out without knowing how.

Fourteen large pots, eleven of them had boiled water and the noodles were scattered into the pot. After a while, they were thoroughly cooked and fished out. After passing through the cold water, they were served in a large bowl.

The other three big pots were full of gravy, a pot full of leeks and eggs, a pot full of peas fried mince, the last pot is pure meat paste.

The neighbors took a bowl of noodles, poured a spoonful of gravy, squatted in the shade of a tree, or sat on a stone, looked at the distant golden paddy fields, blowing a cool autumn wind, and then looked at the tall book building, it is really the happiness that has never been satisfied ...

The mid-autumn moon is full in august, and it happens to be the autumn harvest time. The people in the city were busy with the gifts and the flowers and the moon, but the farmers had a good life, and they could eat a moon cake or snacks. If the days were poor, they would cut half a catty of meat, and the whole family would pay for the festival with their oily mouths.

Everyone's thoughts were on gathering the basket of dew and the sickle.

This year, god was just like last year, especially taking care of the farmers in the northern region. This year, when it was supposed to rain, when it was supposed to rain, when it was supposed to be sunny, when it was exposed to oil. Now, this golden paddy field was the best work of god and the most benevolent reward.

After three days of school leave, the diligent children left everything behind and ran home to help.

The old man took care of the family's food and sent water to the fields. The woman and the children took a pole and sent home the crops the men had harvested with scythes.

Busy, divided work, the whole family is like a fast running machine, moving forward for a goal!

The lin family was also extremely busy. This year, there were many rice plants, but only 30 handymen were hired. In addition, there were a hundred or so servant boys who had signed contracts in the school, which was enough to take back the grain.

Lin dajiang couple threw the cheap workshop to lin rong to take care of, especially back to help.

Although they were in the city all year round, they were still farmers deep down in their bones, and they couldn' t keep up with the food they were hoarding.

Old master yao and his son and zhou Tailai brought a few disciples and occasionally walked around the fields. Zhou Tailai was not satisfied with his old age, so he had to go to the fields to help. The few disciples naturally couldn' t stand to see sir doing his work. Instead, they were being lazy, so they jumped in as well.

As a result, the teachers and students all collapsed on the ridge after waving their sickles for less than an hour.

The lin family felt that it was funny, but they were afraid that zhou shan's face would not look good. On the other hand, Jiao Jiao was usually close to the old man and the little ones. The old children and the little ones were very close to each other.

At this moment, she ran to fetch a kettle full of cold tea and poured a bowl for the old man and the others. She asked with a smile," grandpa zhou, how is it? Isn' t farming easy?" "

Zhou Tailai drank the cold tea in one breath and was convinced in his heart, but he refused to admit defeat." Farming is indeed a hard work. If I were ten years younger, it would not be a problem for me to cut three or two mu a day. "

A few of his disciples blushed when they heard this and lowered their heads to drink tea without daring to utter a word. They were not only ten years younger than mister, but they didn' t cut any more rice seedlings just now.

Jiao Jiao did not expose the old mountain long boast, she stood on the ridge of the field, see far and near the field, countless farmers were sweating like rain, can not help but exclaim," swing the sickle at noon, sweat dripping down the earth, who knows the food, grain all hard! "

"What a' who knows chinese food, grain all hard'! "

Zhou shanchang clapped his hands and cheered. Old master yao, who was sitting on the edge of the field, was also appreciative. Jiao Jiao was afraid that they would ask about the origin of the poem, so he quickly waved his hand and smiled." I also heard it occasionally. Occasionally, hehe! "

Unfortunately, zhou shanchang was very excited and could not cut rice. He was not satisfied with his poetry.

Mr. Improvisation poetry, students naturally can not lag behind.

Therefore, several teachers and students to the earth as a feast, to the sky as a cover, to tea instead of wine, opened a poetry meeting.

The children nearby loved novelty and threw away their work to watch the show.

Old master yao's erudition, zhou shanchang's bold, all the gentlemen of the show, Jiao Jiao's reality, all of the fight.

Many years later, the children grew up, occasionally speaking, or a look of yearning.

In the fertile fields of the northern region, the most respected half saint of the great leap, the mountain chief of yuelu academy, several academies and scholars, as well as the odd women who were written in historical books, were sitting at the top of the field, singing praises of the great leap, celebrating the harvest ...

The lin family's rice harvest was completed after four days, but the subsequent process was not easy.

The ears of rice should be sent into the threshing bucket to thresh, and the grains should be sent into the mortar to pound into white rice.

It was extremely troublesome and exhausting.

Jiao Jiao thought of the electric thresher and the rice mill in her space. She wanted to take it out but had no power, so she could only take advantage of the night to send the tied rice seedlings into her space and take them out before sending them out.

The rice that was originally produced in the space would be automatically manipulated if she thought of it. However, these rice seedlings that were sent from outside were not available, so she had to work hard to send them to the thresher.

Thinking of the hundred and ten acres of rice paddies at home, Jiao Jiao desperately wanted to let go.

Fortunately, ye lan was also a good helper ...

They were usually together, so they naturally had to suffer together at this time.

Thus, ye lan, who had just entered her space, had no time to take a sip of water before she was captured by Jiao Jiao as a coolie.

The old man brought his children and grandchildren to empty the front courtyard of lin dahe and spread a blanket of oil. Lin wei and a few people sat on the wall to watch the wind. Lin dahai and his three brothers brought lin baoping to pick rice seedlings and put them in piles. Then, they put the rice grains that Jiao Jiao had sent out into a bag.

Seeing that his granddaughter was busy going in and out, the old man felt sorry for her and whispered," Jiao Jiao, there's no hurry. Let's finish our work in a few more nights. "

Jiao Jiao giggled and drank a mouthful of tea to quench his thirst. He whispered in his grandfather's ear," don't worry, grandfather. I'm not tired. Ye lan is here. I caught him to help with the work." "

"Oh, there he is. It's better to thresh all the rice tonight, in case it rains tomorrow. "

The old man immediately changed his mind and made Jiao Jiao laugh.

Poor ye lan, the dignified eighth prince, was now a captain who had led hundreds of soldiers. The famous cold-faced killing god in the barracks had actually changed his voice into a peasant. The bundles of rice almost flooded him. He was so tired that he grabbed Jiao Jiao and asked," how much rice did your family grow? "

"Not much, hundred and ten acres! "

Jiao Jiao sat on the pile of straw and grabbed a box of ice cream. While eating, he fed ye lan and occasionally pulled a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

No matter how tired ye lan was, she couldn' t say anything else.

After a busy night, most of the lin family's rice seedlings were threshed and half of them were even white rice.

Although the young and old lin family were tired, their expressions were very good. Dong shi brought her daughter-in-law to prepare half a pot of rice and prepared to try the steamed rice.

The old man took his children and grandchildren and put the rice and rice into the storehouse.