The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 92 Preparing for the Autumn Harvest
Han Qingquan threw the bamboo he carried back on the ground casually, then turned around and went out, and after a while he brought back another bamboo, and repeated this process until finally a large pile of bamboo was piled up in the yard.

"Brother, where did you get so many bamboos?" Han Qianluo asked a little puzzled, she remembered that their family didn't grow bamboo at all.

Han Qingquan took out a bamboo knife from the house, sat on a very low stool and began to cut bamboo strips, and replied, "I bought it at Uncle Sun's house, and his mountain is full of bamboo."

"How much did it cost?" Han Qianluo asked casually.

Han Qingquan split a piece of bamboo in two with a "snap": "The money is not much, it only cost fifty Wen."

Han Qianluo counted the bamboos on the ground, there were twenty in total, and one bamboo was only [-] Wen, which seemed to be not very expensive.However, Han Qianluo still had a doubt: "Brother, why did you buy so much bamboo?"

"Of course it's used to weave mats." Han Qianluo worked while talking.

Han Qianluo was a little surprised at how many mats we had to weave with so many bamboos, and asked without thinking, "But isn't this too much?"

"This is not a mat, nor is it a mat on the bed. It is used to dry rice." Han Qingquan replied

Han Qianluo was still puzzled: "Isn't there one in previous years, why make it up?"

"The previous one is broken and can't be used anymore." Han Qingquan said and pointed to a corner of the yard.

Han Qianluo looked along, and saw this large bamboo mat placed in the yard, but upon closer inspection, he found that it was full of holes and could not be used at all.

"Brother, I just started editing now, will it be too late?" Han Qianluo asked worriedly, thinking of the rice that had already started to turn yellow.

Han Qingquan didn't care too much: "Don't worry, there's time." Then he remembered something, and added, "By the way, Xiaoluo, when you go to the city tomorrow, bring back a sickle."

Suddenly, Han Qianluo remembered a very important question. The rice harvesting was about to take place. Not only was harvesting the rice a very hard job, but it was even more difficult to take the rice off the stalk. At this time, there was no doubt There is no threshing machine, it must be threshing by hand.

Manual threshing of the rice is to beat the rice hard on something made of bamboo to knock the rice down. This is really a physical job. Thinking of these things, Han Qianluo felt that her arms seemed to be aching.

Of course, Han Qianluo knew that it was impossible to build a machine capable of threshing within a few days, but it was probably possible to get a machine that could save a little effort.Han Qianluo immediately put down the weaving work in his hands and began to think about this tool for threshing rice.

Han Qianluo went in to find the writing brush, only to find that there was no paper. At this time, it was still a bamboo slip. She wanted to draw a picture, but the bamboo slip would not work, so she put the brush back. After thinking about it, she went to the stove and took out a piece. Heitan, and then drew pictures on the ground, concentrating on it, not paying attention to the surrounding things at all.The two siblings went about their own business, and no one disturbed the other.

Han Qianluo wiped it off after painting, and then continued to paint, completely unaware that it was time for lunch. He didn't come back until he felt hungry, and found that the sun was already high, so he hurried to do it lunch.

After lunch, Han Qianluo continued to think about the tools for threshing rice. She was so engrossed that she almost forgot to make a cake. If Han Qingquan hadn't reminded her, she would have really forgotten about it.

"Xiao Luo, what are you painting? You are so engrossed in the painting?" Han Qingquan looked at it and asked curiously, "Why can't I understand what you are painting?"

"I want to improve the tools for threshing rice to save a little effort." Han Qianluo replied and started to boil milk.

Han Qingquan was a little puzzled: "Isn't it pretty good, what does Xiao Luo want to change into?"

"I haven't figured it out yet."

The next morning, Han Qianluo thought about it all morning, and finally changed the threshing tool, and then he could start making this thing.

During lunch, Han Qianluo said at the dinner table, "Brother, don't you have anything else to do this afternoon?"

"No, what's the matter?"

"I've changed the tool for the rice to break away. Let's make it this afternoon." Han Qianluo looked at Han Qingquan and said.

Han Qingquan didn't agree immediately, but frowned, and said with some concern: "Xiao Luo, what have you changed, I'm worried that I won't be able to do it."

It was only then that Han Qianluo realized that she hadn't thought about this problem, so she was not very confident: "It's all made of wood, so there shouldn't be any problem?"

"Forget it, let's eat first. After you finish eating, tell me and see if I can do it. If you can't do it, go find a carpenter." Han Qingquan said, bowing his head and continuing to eat.

After lunch, Han Qianluo washed the dishes, took out a piece of black charcoal from the stove, drew the appearance of this tool on the ground, and said, "Brother, take a look, it looks like this."

Han Qingquan looked down for a while, finally shook his head, and said with some disappointment: "This thing is too complicated, I can't do it, let's find a carpenter." After speaking, he stood up, and then seemed to remember What, and asked again: "Xiao Luo, are you sure this thing is better than the previous one?"

Han Qianluo was not angry about her elder brother's doubts. Such doubts are also natural. In fact, she herself is not sure. It should be more labor-saving, but I haven’t practiced it, so I’m not sure.”

Han Qingquan hesitated for a while and then said: "It's better to go to the carpenter first, and then we can make things out. Xiao Luo, you can go with me." The two closed the door and went out to find the carpenter.

"Brother, where are we going?" Han Qianluo felt that walking quietly was a bit intrusive, so he randomly found a topic.

Han Qingquan walked in front with a big stride. When he heard this, he looked back and replied, "Let's go to Danshui, the tall carpenters there are doing a good job."

In Danshui, to be honest, Han Qianluo didn't know where he was, so he could only follow closely behind his elder brother.After walking for a long time, Han Qianluo felt that her legs were about to break, but Han Qingquan still had no intention of stopping, so he couldn't help but ask, "Brother, how long until we arrive?"

"It's almost here, hold on for a while longer." Han Qingquan said comfortingly with a smile.

After saying several times that it was almost here, but not yet, Han Qianluo complained in his heart, but no matter how much he complained, he still had to cheer up and move on.But luckily this time it was true that it was coming soon, and Han Qingquan finally stopped in front of a courtyard after walking for less than a quarter of an hour.

"It's here." Han Qingquan said and walked over.

This family didn't close the door, but opened it open, and one could see the man doing carpentry in the yard at a glance. Han Qingquan yelled loudly when he walked to the door: "Da Mao."

The man in the yard, that is, Gao Da Mao, turned his head and was a little surprised to see Han Qingquan: "It's Ah Quan, why are you free to come over today, come in quickly."

Han Qianluo walked in with his elder brother, and Gao Damao smiled when he saw her, "This is your sister, right?"

"Yes, my third sister." Han Qingquan said, "Han Qianluo."

Gao Da Mao took two straw mats from the wall and spread them on the ground: "Sit down and talk."

After the two sat down, Han Qingquan said, "I'm here today to ask you to help me make something, which is a bit complicated."

"What? Tell me." Gao Damao looked very interested.

The yard is made of mud, so Han Qianluo found a stone at random, and drew the picture of the threshing tool on the mud. Although it was a bit laborious, it was still very accurate.

Gao Damao looked at this picture for a long time, and finally raised his head and asked in doubt: "What is this, why haven't I seen it before?"

"You just make it as it is. I don't even know what it is. It was Xiaoluo's idea." Han Qingquan didn't tell the truth, but concealed something.

Han Qianluo looked at his eldest brother in surprise, but he didn't say anything. He just pointed out a few points that need attention, and then asked, "Brother Gao, when do you think this thing will be ready?"

Gao Damao thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "Although this thing of yours is not big, it is indeed a bit complicated, and it is all delicate work, so it will take some time, about three days."

"That's how it is. We're going back now. Your place is a bit far away." Han Qingquan stood up and said with a smile, "I'll get the things in a few days."

This place is indeed a bit far away. The sun had already started to set when I got home. It took an afternoon to go back and forth. It can be seen that the distance is still a bit far away.

As soon as he got home, Han Qianluo felt like he was starting to make cakes, and Han Qingquan was also helping. Just as he put the cakes into the pot and started steaming, Han Sanwei's excited voice came from the yard: "Sister San, I'm back." As soon as the voice fell, people had already ran into the kitchen.

"Sister San, sir praised me today." Han Sanwei said happily.

"Oh, sir, what did you praise you for?" Han Qianluo asked following his words, adding a piece of firewood to the stove.

Han Sanwei sat down next to Han Qianluo, and said a little proudly, "Mr. praised me for being smart, and I can learn it as soon as I learn it."

"Even if the master praises you, you can't be too complacent." Han Qianluo reminded casually, but didn't take it to heart.

When having dinner at night, Han Qingquan suddenly asked: "Xiaoluo, have you bought the sickle?"

"Oh, I forgot." Han Qianluo said with some embarrassment, and then added, "I will definitely remember to buy it tomorrow."

"Buy two more sickles." Han Qingquan said flatly.

(End of this chapter)