The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 242 The Wheat Harvest Begins
Now the relationship between her and Yang Ye can be called good.

If Yang Ye really discovered the treasure buried in her house, he probably wouldn't do anything to her.

As for Tong Sanlang...

With his skills, it is no problem to leave safely.

So, if you think about it from this perspective, she doesn't need to rush to buy a yard in the town.

The reason why he was so anxious before was because Tong Sanlang said that all the forces had found this place, but looking at it now, it was clear that there was only one Yang Ye.

Yang Ye may not have a good temper, but he can definitely communicate.

Ok……

Ok.

So, hold off for now.

With that in mind, Qiao Xiaomai walked around the town.

This stroll took an hour, she traveled all over Bailu Town, and looked at the shops and yards facing the street.

Of course, she deliberately avoided Tong's vinegar shop.

Then she went to the vegetable market to buy some meat and two fish. It was already noon, so she bought a few steamed buns and went back to Anping Village while eating.

It was past lunch time when she got home.

I thought Qiao Changshun had already eaten the rice, but the father and son were sitting in a row at the door waiting for her to eat.

Looking at the old and immature faces, she pursed her lips, and her chest swelled again.

Well, although Qiao Changshun is very filial and stupid, he still cares about her daughter.

Qiao Dami trusted her wholeheartedly.

Such a family is also very good.

At this point, the unhappiness in her heart completely dissipated.

After two days in this way, the weather gradually heated up, and some people began to harvest wheat.

The fields of Qiao Xiaomai's family are also planted with wheat, some of which are ripe and ready to be harvested.

Harvesting wheat is a big deal for farmers.

In the early morning of this day, Qiao Changshun went to Tong Tiehu early in the morning, and wanted him to call for a helper in the village.

Some people's wheat is not yet ripe, so you can come to his house to work in these few days.

Tong Tiehu responded very readily, and at lunch time he rang the big bell on the wheat threshing ground in the village to announce the matter.

Seven Wen a day, not including food.

This price is the price that Tong's family hired people in the past. The price of working in the village is much lower than that in the town.

There is no way, the town hires people to work, the family is either doing business or the family of those scholars, and the wages are high.

In the village, everyone planed food from the land, so they were not generous.

After the announcement was made, people came over one after another.

It was at this time that everyone discovered that Qiao Xiaomai's family had so many fields.

But the surprise was the surprise, and no one said anything. Qiao Xiaomai used her own cooking skills to exchange land, which is not enviable.

Harvesting wheat is a troublesome job. At this time, there are no modern machines like later generations, and everything is done manually.

A group of people held sickles in their hands, bent over, and cut one by one.

There are also people who hold a long shovel in their hands, that is, insert the shovel head of a small shovel into a long wooden stick. In this way, they can shovel wheat standing up, which saves effort compared to bending over and holding a sickle.

On the first day, more than 20 people came and cut all the ripe wheat.

The next day, the land was cleared to make a wheat threshing field.

After the threshing field is finished, pull all the wheat over, tie a large flat stone to the donkey, and let it grind on the wheat. This method of threshing is faster than manual threshing.

Standing on the edge of the threshing field, Qiao Maimai couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he watched the people rushing about.

This is the first time she has faced the hard work of farmers. Farming is really not easy.

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