The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 148 Autumn Harvest
After the charcoal burned, Han Qianluo put all the charcoal into the harvester, and then pushed the harvester out, followed by his elder brother Han Qingquan and Li Chunhua who came out curiously.

Originally, she planned to find a place with a lot of weeds to try the effect of the harvester, but she didn't expect that people nowadays are too hardworking, and there are many weeds on both sides of the road. Han Qianluo looked around and found that the weeds A place with dense grass, and at this time the machine has started to run, making a burst of noise.

"Qianluo, there's quite a lot of grass there." Li Chunhua suddenly shouted, and at the same time stretched out her right hand to point in a direction ahead.

Han Qianluo looked in the direction of her finger, and there was indeed a large clump of weeds over there, so he hurriedly pushed the harvester over, toward the weeds.

On top of these weeds are some red, purple and purple wild fruits, which are very small in size, about the size of a free mung bean, and they will rot when squeezed lightly.Han Qianluo pushed the harvester towards the large weeds, and the weeds were immediately sucked into the harvest, and then the green onion harvesters were pushed out from behind, neatly placed on the ground in rows.

After harvesting the clump of weeds, Han Qianluo quickly put down the harvester and inspected the weeds by herself, and found that the wild fruits on the weeds were still intact and not broken, which made her feel relieved.

Han Qingquan also came over to check, and then felt relieved: "Xiaoluo, I can finally rest assured this time, the effect is good, not a single wild fruit is damaged, and the rice should not be crushed either."

For farmers like them, if the rice on the rice stalk is crushed or dropped into the ground during the harvesting process, it is really not worth the loss. If that is the case, those people will not use this machine.

Before that, Han Qianluo was a little bit worried, but luckily the result was not bad, which made her feel relieved.

"It's amazing, just push and walk over like this, and all these weeds will be harvested." Li Chunhua said in surprise.

Han Qianluo was also very happy, but she didn't want to give an impression of being proud and complacent, so she tried her best to restrain the excitement in her heart and said calmly, "Let's go back."

At this moment, Mrs. Zhou came over and greeted them with a smile: "Qingquan, Xiaoluo, have you had lunch yet?"

"I've eaten, where is Aunt Zhou going?" Han Qianluo also replied.

"Go to the field to see if the rice can be harvested." Speaking of which, Zhou seemed to have discovered the harvester, and said in surprise, "Qianluo, what is this?"

"This is the rice stalk harvesting machine I made. I just finished it today, so I rolled it out and tried it out." Han Qianluo said pretending to be calm, but he had some expectations in his heart. As for what to expect, he naturally expected that these people would like this machine. machine.

Mrs. Zhou also saw the pile of weeds behind them, and asked casually: "Is that the grass you cut down? It looks pretty good." The other Mrs. Zhou said nothing, and then left .

Regarding this situation, Han Qianluo felt a little disappointed, but then he pulled himself together and comforted himself by saying that those people would definitely like it after seeing the effect of her use. The harvester went back.

When returning home, Han Qingquan suddenly said: "Xiao Luo, can the harvester be burned with wood?" Han Qianluo was stunned when she heard this. She didn't know much about this, so she shook her head and said, "I don't know either."

"Why don't we try again, if we can use wood, we don't have to work so hard to make carbon." Han Qingquan suggested.

Han Qianluo nodded in agreement, so he took out a bundle of wood, but it took much longer to ignite wood than charcoal, and there was a lot of smoke, and there were other things that were not as good as charcoal, but charcoal was more convenient.

After comparing the pros and cons of wood and charcoal, Han Qingquan packed up and was ready to go out. Han Qianluo asked curiously, "Brother, where are you going?"

"I'm going to my second uncle's house to discuss what to do with this year's autumn harvest." Han Qingquan left after speaking.

While having breakfast the next morning, Han Qingquan suddenly said, "Xiaoluo, this year we will harvest the crops alone, not with Second Uncle and the others."

"Well, then I will go to the market to buy some food after breakfast." Han Qingquan said, and then remembered Li Chunhua who rarely went to the city, so he turned to her and said, "Chunhua, are you going? Let's drive cattle." Go by car instead of walking."

Li Chunhua glanced at her, and asked, "Qianluo, I don't know how to drive an ox cart, can you?"

"Not very skilled." Han Qianluo said with a guilty conscience.

After Li Chunhua heard this, she shook her head: "Then I won't go, anyway, I don't have anything to buy, and besides, I'm busy now, so I'll stay at home and prepare for the rice harvest."

"Alright then." Han Qianluo didn't force it and continued to eat.

At this time, Han Qingquan had finished his breakfast, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand and said, "Xiao Luo, let me go with you."

"Okay." Han Qianluo agreed without thinking.

After breakfast, the two of them drove the ox cart out. Just after walking a few steps, they saw a few women from the same neighborhood. Those women were walking together, carrying baskets on their backs, obviously going to the city.

Now that he had seen it all, it was impossible for Han Qianluo to turn a blind eye, so he greeted him politely: "Aunts, are you going to the city too?"

"Yes, Qianluo, you are going to the city too?"

"If you don't mind, then come up together." Han Qianluo said.

The women were not polite, they pretended to refuse and then climbed into the bullock cart, and then the bullock cart became lively. The women didn't talk to Han Qingquan very much, but they all talked to Han Qianluo.

"Qianluo, did you buy this bullock cart yourself? It costs a lot of money, right?" one of the fat women asked.

Han Qianluo habitually played an obedient and quiet role in front of outsiders, so even though he was a little impatient with these people, he still replied with a smile on the surface: "It is inconvenient to not have a car, so I made up my mind to buy one a few days ago." Such a bullock cart."

Another woman who looked like a monkey with a sharp mouth quickly took it and asked, "Qianluo, how much did you spend? A few days ago, a family in the next door also bought an ox cart, and it cost four pennies. "

Perhaps it was because they had already determined the price of the bullock cart, so before Han Qianluo could answer, the oldest woman among the women had a horrified expression on her face and said exaggeratedly: "My mother, Siguan Money, our family can’t earn that much money in a year.”

"That's right, look at this car, it's really nice."

Han Qianluo was speechless when he heard it. Such a simple bullock cart was worthy of their surprise. Suddenly, the fat woman turned the topic back to her: "Qianluo, your family is now How much money do you make every day?"

She didn't know how to answer this question. If she answered truthfully, then these women who farmed honestly and didn't earn much money a year might think she was showing off.If she kept it hidden, maybe these people would think she had done something shameful.

Han Qianluo thought for a while and said, "Actually, it's not much. Excluding the money for hiring workers, I just earned back the money I spent when I closed the shop."

These women didn't know whether they believed it or not. Anyway, they didn't continue to ask this question, and they talked about other questions: "That's not too much. I heard that in another township, there are A woman is particularly powerful." The topic after that revolved around this.

Han Qianluo also listened quietly, and soon arrived at the gate of the city. The women also thanked them and got out of the car, while the two of them continued to walk towards the market.

"It's so noisy." Han Qianluo sighed, it's all three women in one play, this is really true.

Han Qingquan smiled indifferently: "If you think it's noisy, you shouldn't invite them to sit up."

"But we have met them all. If we don't bring them here, they will say that we are too stingy." Han Qianluo said, and at the same time, she still hopes to have a good relationship with others in Qianyangli.

While talking, the two had already arrived at the market, so they left the ox cart in a place, and the two walked into the East Market on foot.Probably because of the approaching autumn harvest, there are many poorly dressed country people with baskets on their backs in Dongshi.

"Xiao Luo, let's go buy two sickles first." Han Qingquan said, walking towards the blacksmith's shop.

Han Qianluo hurriedly followed, and asked a little puzzled: "Brother, we have a harvester, so there is no need to buy a sickle?"

"It's always good to be prepared."

When she came to the iron shop, Han Qianluo was really a little surprised. Every time she came here, she basically never saw any customers, but when she came here today, she saw the customers in the iron shop of the Zhang brothers. There are many people who buy things.

Although there were quite a few people shopping, Zhang Er still saw Han Qianluo and the two of them at a glance: "You can choose what you want."

At this time, a customer asked loudly: "Boss, how do you sell this?" Hearing this, Zhang Er quickly left Han Qianluo to greet the customer.

Han Qingquan quickly picked out two sickles, paid the money and left, and then the two hurriedly went to buy other things.It took an hour or two before the two finally bought all the things, so they were about to go back, but when they reached the gate of Dongshi, they heard a familiar voice calling them, it was little uncle Feng Zhi.

"Little uncle, you are here too." Han Qingquan said.

Feng Zhi was not alone, there was another man beside him, and this man Han Qianluo also knew, even very familiar.

(End of this chapter)