After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 474 Chapter 475

Zhao Yuanle is not surprised by his decision to harvest millet at night.

Now the weather is hot and the nights are cool. Basically, the millet is harvested at night or in the early morning.

At night, Zhao Sancheng and Zhao Yuankang made do with the two beds in the main room, and woke up Zhao Yuanle when the time came.

Zhao Yuanle went to the water tank, washed his face with cold water, combed his hair a little, and went out to wait.

Zhao Sancheng carried out a half bucket the size of a bed, holding other tools in his hand.

Zhao Yuankang held a sickle and belt in his hands, as well as several large baskets and torches.

Zhao Yuanle walked over and took the things from Zhao Sancheng. Zhao Sancheng couldn't help laughing seeing Zhao Yuanle's vigorous steps.

"It's amazing, but watch the road."

As he spoke, he lit the torch and hurriedly followed behind Zhao Yuanle.

The three of them came to this field close to home.

Zhao Yuanle raised his head, looked at the extremely clear rice field, picked up the sickle and started.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuankang also followed, and Zhao Sancheng followed the three of them to cut rice after setting up the torch next to them.

Zhao Sancheng: "Just cut it and put it on the pole, and we will start fighting after cutting it."

Zhao Yuanle didn't say a word, and he was very fast alone.

Zhao Yuankang took a look at it and took a deep breath.

"You're really not afraid to cut your hands. It's dark over there, so be careful."

Zhao Yuan heard a cry from far ahead, and soon submerged into the rice field.

The cries of toads and frogs were everywhere, and when Zhao Yuanle was cutting the rice, the leaves of the rice always scratched her face. Fortunately, she had thick skin, so she didn't feel any pain.

It's just that the jumping grasshoppers would scare her, and one of them almost jumped into her eyes and was slapped to death by her.

As time passed, the originally lush rice fields, thanks to the unremitting efforts of the three of Zhao Yuanle, revealed the original appearance of the fields, and one after another, the rice was placed on the root pole of the rice vigorously.

Zhao Sancheng looked at the sky, then at the remaining rice, walked over and pulled half of the bucket over and laid it flat, and then erected the bamboo mat on this side to cover the rice grains that would fly around in the future.

Finally, put a threshing thing like a short ladder in the middle, and take the rice on the side and beat it on the ladder.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, and grains fell into the half bucket one after another.

As the millet around him finished beating, Zhao Sancheng dragged half a bucket and continued to walk forward, continuing to beat.

This is a very physical activity. Even though it is night, the sun is not out, and the air is cool, Zhao Sancheng's sweat still wets his clothes very quickly.

Zhao Yuankang was beside him and handed the water bottle to Zhao Sancheng. Zhao Sancheng raised his head and drank a big mouthful of water before continuing to thresh the millet.

Zhao Yuanle cut the millet quickly, and finally cut the last handful of millet.

Looking at the paddy field in front of her, which was no longer lush, she felt a little emotional.

I remember that when I first came here, she was still planting rice seedlings together, and it was the harvest season in a blink of an eye.

I don't know what the rice that I planted with my own hands can taste like.

But her time for emotion was limited, and soon she walked over and started threshing millet with Zhao Sancheng.

Zhao Yuanle approached, imitating Zhao Sancheng, grabbed a handful of millet and beat it on the short ladder. After beating a few times, he really felt that the handful of rice was much lighter. Looking again, there were basically no rice grains on it. .

Zhao Sancheng took the time to take a look at Zhao Yuanle's movements and set an example for her.

"This is not just using brute force. When you hit it, you have to change the direction and hit every place in the handful, so as to knock down all the grains."

Zhao Yuanle groaned, picked up the other one and tapped it twice to try, then handed it to Zhao Sancheng.

"Third uncle, I feel that I am very strong, and it will be clean after two blows."

Zhao Sancheng leaned over to take a look in the dim light, and really only saw a handful of hay. Out of curiosity, he picked up a layer of rice on the surface to look.

Now, he is in a hurry.

"Oh, you can't do this, you are too strong, the millet is broken, and then it will be a pile of broken rice."

When Zhao Yuanle heard this, she looked at it herself, and found that it was true, she scratched her head in embarrassment.

"I see."

She always thought that great strength would produce miracles, but now this great strength is not very good.

Then control your strength a little bit.

Control strength, so you can speed up a little bit, Zhao Yuanle's speed is visible to the naked eye faster than Zhao Sancheng.

The most important thing is that Zhao Yuanle is still not hot or sweaty.

When Zhao Sancheng had already put a sweat towel on his shoulders, he looked at Zhao Yuanle, but he didn't see a drop of sweat on Zhao Yuanle's face at all.

Zhao Sancheng: "It's amazing."

With that said, he called Zhao Yuankang.

"Kangkang, come dig the millet and put it in a bag."

Zhao Yuankang came over in response, picked up the shovel and turned the grains half in the bucket into the bag.

After filling one and a half buckets, he asked Zhao Sancheng to take a rest.

Zhao Yuankang: "I'll come, Third Uncle, wait for you to pretend."

Zhao Sancheng: "It's okay, I'm not tired."

Zhao Yuankang was embarrassed and said: "I think it's too gray to pretend to be like this, and my eyes are uncomfortable."

Hearing this, Zhao Sancheng nodded and took over the job of packing the rice.

At this time, Zhao Yuanle turned to look at Zhao Yuankang next to him, smiled slightly, and uttered a word.

"Young man, can you keep up with me?"

Zhao Yuankang: "Huh?"

In Zhao Yuankang's puzzled movements, Zhao Yuanle sped up again, and afterimages appeared in the movements.

When Zhao Sancheng and Zhao Yuankang were stunned, they quickly finished the rice around them, and then dragged half of the bucket with one hand to another place.

The two people who froze in place: "..."

Zhao Yuanle put down half of the bucket, and couldn't help but turn around to greet the two of them.

"Hurry up, keep up."

Zhao Sancheng came to his senses and hurried over to keep up. Seeing this, Zhao Yuankang gritted his teeth and followed.

Under Zhao Yuanle's frantic roll, the three of them finished harvesting the field just after dawn.

Zhao Yuanle carried the bucket half full of millet, and the two behind them carried bags and baskets on their backs, and went home with a full harvest.

He Ju got up early at home, and when she saw the three of them coming back, she enthusiastically served them a basin of washing water.

Scanning this year's millet, He Ju nodded.

"It's okay, there is no production cut this year."

Zhao Yuanle took a look at the millet and felt that it was still too little, so he couldn't help muttering.

"That's how much."

He Ju: "I think, if you spread it out, it's at least [-] to [-] catties per mu.

According to this calculation, these grains are enough for our family to eat white rice every day, Lele, you don't need to spend money to buy rice. "

Zhao Sancheng fanned himself with a fan, couldn't help laughing and said, "How beautiful you think, and you still have to pay taxes."

He Ju: "Didn't you say you won't pay?"

Zhao Sancheng: "That's because I didn't pay it in the first year, but I still have to pay it later."

Hearing this, He Ju sighed.

"Oh, then I still have to use money to buy rice."

Zhao Yuanle sat aside, watching Zhao Yuankang dump the millet in the yard, and spread it out with a pushing board.

Her brows never loosened.

He Ju stood beside her with her big belly, and took a bamboo claw to look for straws inside, and then picked them out.

Zhao Yuanle: "Xiaolan hasn't woken up yet?"

He Ju: "I can't wake up from screaming, blowing on a fan alone, it's very cool, I can fall asleep."

Zhao Yuanle got up, walked into Zhao Yuanlan's room, turned off the fan, and lifted her out of the bed.

Zhao Yuanlan rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned: "What are you doing, I haven't woken up yet."

Zhao Yuanle: "We've all come back from work, if you don't get up yet, hurry up and get us breakfast, I'm hungry."

Zhao Yuanlan had a bitter face.

"Aunt Hong is coming to get it."

Zhao Yuanle: "Aunt Hong will be on holiday for the next two days, and people will be harvesting millet. Hurry up and get some food. We will work these two days, and the housework is yours."

Zhao Yuanlan was helpless, seeing Zhao Yuanle's serious face, she didn't dare to refute, so she went into the kitchen and started cooking.

Zhao Yuanle followed her out, not forgetting to teach her a lesson.

"Don't be too lazy, it's busy time, everyone is working hard, you have to do these things well."

Zhao Yuanlan took out the noodles and muttered softly.

"I see."

She hasn't slept in these days.

Yao'er, who was awakened by this movement, got up by himself, got dressed, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and when he came out, he looked at the millet all over the ground, showing a wow look.

He spread his hands: "A lot of millet."

Zhao Yuanle walked over: "It's not finished yet."

Zhao Sancheng: "Look at the sky, if it's sunny today, wait until tonight, or tomorrow morning."

Zhao Yuanle: "I'm not afraid of the sun, I can go alone."

Zhao Sancheng: "You get it back, and there is no place to dry it. If it rains later, the millet will rot."

He Ju hurriedly swept the broom in front of Zhao Sancheng.

"What are you talking about? It's not raining. Why is it raining in such a big sun?"

Zhao Yuanle smiled.

"It's okay, I'm really not tired."

Zhao Sancheng still insisted on saying no.

"The sun is too big, if you do it again, it will be fatal."

Zhao Yuanle didn't say a word, she decided to finish her breakfast and prove that she could do it.

But she never expected that after her family had breakfast, when she ignored the dissuasion of her family and went to the field with her stuff, and was about to walk across the village, she ran into a group of people head-on.

Among this group of people, the leader is quite familiar.

Chen Moying was wearing a brand-new straw hat, a pair of rubber shoes, a coarse linen dress, and a sickle in her pocket. With a breeze of ripe rice fields, she walked towards her with a smile.

His voice was as calm and relaxed as ever.

"Long time no see, now that the rice harvest is bumper, I brought this group of people to experience life."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

She felt that Chen Moying didn't realize what she was going to face.

She was carrying such a thing on her head, her brows were frowning and her voice was full of doubts.

"You are..."

Chen Moying: "You read that right, we came here to help the villagers harvest millet.

Now, isn't it time to harvest millet?

Looking at you like this, we should have just bumped into each other. "

Zhao Yuanle: "Well..."

She looked at the pile of thin skin and tender meat behind Chen Moying, the college students who didn't even have a sickle, and didn't know what to say for a while.

One of the bespectacled men who had quarreled with Zhao Yuanle before snorted disdainfully.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? We are here to help you for free. What does it mean that you look unhappy?"

Zhao Yuanle only had hehe. After hehe, she looked at these people and asked a question solemnly.

"You guys, are you sure? Let me put my ugly words first. This is a major issue that affects us farmers all year round. You can help, but you must be qualified and persistent.

If you give up halfway or something, then don't come at all.

If you come, don't complain. "

The eyed man: "That's for sure, we've all been here for so long, you don't need to talk about it."

Zhao Yuanle looked at the others again.

"what about you?"

These people are very confident and have no opinions.

Zhao Yuanle smiled slightly, and walked ahead with his things on his shoulders.

"Well, you follow me and try first."

The man with glasses walked behind and couldn't help retorting: "Why should I help your family first? I'm here to help other fellow villagers, and I don't really want to help you."

Zhao Yuanle gave him a big white eye.

"I'm sacrificing myself for the sake of others. I'll give you some of my own to practice first, so that some of you don't waste their hard work all year round."

The man in glasses was not convinced when he was provoked, and walked behind with his head held high, secretly swearing in his heart that he must surpass Zhao Yuanle.

Chen Moying walked aside, looked at Zhao Yuanle who was carrying a big load, and asked softly, "Isn't it impolite to come here uninvited?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's okay, just teach these people a lesson."

Chen Moying chuckled lightly.

"I think so."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help looking at him, frowning and shaking his head.

"You are also ignorant."

Chen Moying: "Huh?"

What's wrong with him?

Zhao Yuanle: "Since I want to teach them a lesson, I have to do my homework first. Now is not the right time to come."

Hearing these words, Chen Moying stretched out her white hands and looked into the distance, then raised her head to look at the sun.

"It takes a long time to come here from the county. I specially asked people to wake up early and arrive before the sun rises. The temperature should be considered."

At this moment, Zhao Yuanle pointed to a field that had been mowed by his family.

"See, this belongs to our family. We didn't sleep much last night. We lit torches to work. When the sun didn't come out, we collected this piece of land.

Now, I'm not just going to work, but the second wave has already started. "

Hearing Zhao Yuanle's words, Chen Moying was taken aback for a moment, then a complicated look appeared in the corner of her eyes, and she smiled helplessly.

"I didn't ask clearly."

Zhao Yuanle: "It will be very hot later, so prepare a straw hat instead of a sweat towel and a large pot of water."

Chen Moying: "The water is ready."

Zhao Yuanle looked back at those young people who were still talking and laughing, shook his head, and the corners of his eyes slightly raised.

"I'll tell you first."

Chen Moying bowed her head: "What?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I am very strict. No matter how many times you faint, you will be responsible for losing money."

Chen Moying laughed dumbfoundedly.

(End of this chapter)