Reborn Farmer's Businesswoman

Chapter 35 Autumn Harvest (2)

When you look up, you can see the endless mountains and fields connected to the sky.

Under the scorching sun, Han Qing was in a trance with one layer higher than the other. When she saw the stretch of crops clearly, she almost knelt down.

At least there are dozens of acres. When will this be harvested?

According to what Lin Yuwen said along the way, the Lin family had to pay at least half of the grain as taxes.The rest of the food is basically hoarded for their own food, and it can just last for a good harvest next year, and there is basically no surplus throughout the year.

If the food is not harvested before the rain this time, they will starve and suffer from cold throughout the year.

The Lin family has collected grain for two days, and there is an old bucket in the field.

Han Qing frowned, but the fake barrel was actually a large wooden barrel with a trapezoidal mouth.When harvesting the rice, the rice must be beaten hard on the inside of the wooden barrel, so that the grains will fall into the wooden barrel.

Purely manual threshing, not even a pure wood threshing machine, needless to say that it is hard and time-consuming, but there is no other way now.

Han Qing was wearing a pair of straw sandals and was standing by the field with a sickle in her hand.Although I used to work in the fields with my grandmother when I was young, I have almost forgotten about it for a long time, and I couldn't do it for a while.

Seeing her appearance, Mrs. Liu cast a disgusted glance at her, "Little girl, please help me with your hands and feet!"

After the words fell, Mrs. Liu had already cut a bundle of rice and piled it aside.

Mother Lin and the others also quickly harvested in front. Lin Yuwen, a scholar, was also unambiguous, and they piled up the rice in an instant.

The eldest, Lin Shiliang, and the second, Lin Dazhi, beat hard beside the bucket, and the millet fell down, while the little Lin Yunhai tied the rice stalks well and put them aside.

Han Qing pursed her lips, bent down and cut a handful of rice with a scythe.

Once, twice... the same action, repeated several times is also quite easy.

As time passed bit by bit, the scorching sun was hanging in the sky.

The noon sun was very hot, and the scorching sun made her cheeks red, and she could feel the sweat dripping down through her clothes.

Han Qing didn't remember how much she had harvested. She only knew that her back was so painful that she was about to be unable to straighten up. Her mouth was covered with dead skin due to lack of water, and her hands had already been worn out with blisters. The sweat stuck to her palms one by one, making her sting and sting.

Seeing her like this, Mother Lin shook her head: "The third family, you go to the side for a rest."

Only then did Han Qing support her waist, and moved to the edge of the field to sit down.

As soon as she sat down on her front foot, Mrs. Zhang followed her on her back foot and sat down with her to rest by the field.

Han Qing didn't speak, she gulped down the chrysanthemum tea, the sweat flowed down her cheeks to her chin, and the cool and sweet tea fell into her stomach, feeling like a dying person who was redeemed.

In the corner of her eyes, there are ordinary people facing the loess and their backs facing the sky.

The threshing men shouted loudly all around, and the simple and ancient tones spread throughout the mountains and fields, and the boundless sky was full of golden yellow.

In the vast torrent of time, these hard-working authors are the ones who will never change. They wear coarse clothes and linen, let the wind and the sun shine, just to keep their own world.

Suddenly, Han Qing's eyes felt hot, and his heart felt mixed.

Mrs. Zhang caught sight of the mist in her eyes, poured a bowl of chrysanthemum tea and took a sip, and said contemptuously, "You've been wronged? There's still plenty of work to do in the future!"

Han Qing restrained her emotions and turned her head to look at Mrs. Zhang, just chuckled, "There's food all over the floor, I'm too late to be happy, why am I wronged?"

After all, he lifted his foot and walked towards the field.

(End of this chapter)