The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 93
"Why do you buy so many?" Han Qianluo asked suspiciously. There were only three of them in their family. Sanwei must not be able to go to the fields to help harvest rice, so there were only the two of them. Why did they need to buy so many sickles?
Han Qingquan put down the steamed buns in his hand and replied, "Second Uncle said that we will harvest rice together this year."

"Did it mean the second uncle or the second aunt?" Han Qianluo asked reflexively.

Han Qingquan froze for a moment, even paused for a while while eating, and then replied: "I don't know, but no matter who's meaning, isn't it all the same?"

"I'm just worried. Didn't they harvest their own crops in previous years? Why now they propose to harvest together? I don't know if they have some bad ideas." Han Qianluo said worriedly, "If Why don't we harvest it ourselves, not with Second Uncle and the others?"

Han Qingquan didn't seem worried at all: "Xiao Luo doesn't need to worry so much, even if they have some bad intentions, they can take advantage of it, it's just a small advantage, don't worry about it."

Han Qianluo thought for a while, and felt that this was also the case, so he stopped entangled in this matter, and turned to another matter: "Then have you decided when to start harvesting, whether it will be our first harvest or the second uncle and theirs first?" receive?"

"Second Uncle and the others will collect it first, and it will start tomorrow." Han Qingquan said, "The cake will be sent over early tomorrow morning, otherwise it will be mid-morning in a short while, and the sun is too strong and there is no work."

"I see."

Early the next morning, before dawn, Han Qianluo woke up, and by the way, he also told Han Sanwei to wake him up. Han Sanwei rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned and said, "Third sister, it's still so early. , I’m going to sleep for a while.” After finishing speaking, she was about to fall down and close her eyes to go back to sleep.

Han Qianluo hurriedly helped him up and said, "Sanwei, the rice harvest is going to start today, so I have to go to the city early and get up quickly."

"Oh." Han Sanwei was obedient, struggling to get up.

After delivering the cake, Han Qianluo hurried to Zhang Ji Iron Shop to buy a sickle. As soon as he got there, Zhang Er quickly asked, "What do you want to buy this time?" Judging by his expression, it was obvious that he still remembered Han Qian drop this person.

Han Qianluo looked at an ironware placed outside the shop, and saw the sickle in the middle at a glance, picked up a sickle and said, "I want to buy three sickles, do you have any more?"

"Of course, there are the most people buying sickles now." After talking, Zhang Er entered the room, and saw him squatting down to search for a while, then took out a few sickles, and said to Han Qianluo, "Girl choose it yourself." Let's go." He said and put the sickles on the wooden board outside where the ironware was placed.

Han Qianluo looked at it, but couldn't tell the difference, so he took three randomly and asked, "How much is one?"

"Originally it was 45 Wen a piece, but the girl is also our regular customer here, so I will charge you [-] Wen a piece." Zhang Er said with a smile.

Although the words sound nice, Han Qianluo will not believe this sentence, but he still smiled and said: "Thank you very much." Then he took out 120 Wen from the purse and gave it to Zhang Er, thinking of what she planned to do in the future The machine asked by the way: "By the way, can you have those complicated iron tools here?"

Zhang Er put the money into the purse, and then said: "What iron utensils are you referring to?"

Han Qianluo drew a machine part casually: "For example, can you make something like this here?" Zhang Er stared at the thing Han Qianluo drew casually, and didn't speak for a long time, and finally said with some doubts: " Although I can’t see what it is, it should still be possible, but it may take some time.”

Hearing this, Han Qianluo was relieved, and she was worried that she wouldn't be able to do it. If she really couldn't do it, it would be troublesome, but fortunately, she could do it.

"What kind of iron does the girl want to strike?" Zhang Er asked curiously.

"I'm just asking casually. I don't do it now, but I may trouble you in the future."

After leaving Zhangji Iron Shop, Han Qianluo rushed back non-stop, but the sun was already high when he returned home, so he put down the sickle he bought, and hurried to the crop field of the second uncle's house rush to.

"Qianluo, you can be regarded as coming back, hurry up and help threshing millet." Wang said with a smile, what she said and her expression were completely different.

Han Qianluo didn't care, she tied her trousers tightly and went to the field. Not only her second aunt Wang, but also her second uncle, big cousin and elder brother Han Qingquan lived in the field. The two cousins ​​were not here.At this time, Mrs. Wang was cutting the rice stalks alone, while the other men were knocking the rice.

"Qianluo, come and knock the rice too." The hall brother Han Pinghe said with a smile on his face, seeming very friendly.

Han Qianluo didn't say much, picked up a handful of rice stalks and began to knock vigorously.It's midsummer now, even if you don't work, you will sweat, let alone work as hard as you are now, so Han Qianluo felt that her clothes were completely soaked after a while.

"Father, I brought you some tea." Peony's voice suddenly came from the side.

Han Qianluo turned his head to see that Peony came over with a large pot of tea in a basket, and several rough sea bowls.Xiang Shi hurriedly said: "Just put it here, the sun is so big, go back quickly, don't get sunburned."

"Okay, mother, the tea is here, I'll go back first." Peony put the basket on the field ridge, turned around and went back.

It's good to have a child with a mother, Han Qianluo sighed in his heart, looking at other people's peonies, he was afraid of being exposed to the sun, and she has to work under such a big sun, it is really incomparable!Thinking in a mess in my heart, I felt a little thirsty, so I walked over and poured a large bowl of tea to drink, and then continued to knock on the rice.

It didn't take long for Han Qianluo to feel his arm was sore and painful, and he really didn't want to move it anymore, but he had no choice but to continue working, so he had to pinch it with his hands and continue to knock.

But this action was seen by Mrs. Wang, and she said: "Qianluo, you can't do this. We people in the countryside can't do farm work, so we need to exercise more."

From this sentence, Han Qianluo heard a wave of contempt, but before she had time to say anything, her second uncle Han Shuming said: "A little girl like Qianluo must not be as good as someone who has been doing farm work for many years. "

Mrs. Wang pursed her lips with some disdain and said, "Look at this Peony Shaoyao, isn't she also a little girl, but she is so good at her work."

Han Shuming didn't reply, just gave Wang a hard look, and continued to work without saying a word.Han Qianluo ignored Wang's words and continued to do his own work. When he couldn't bear it, he stopped and kneaded the rice, and then continued to knock the rice.

"Father, mother, let's eat." Peony shouted loudly.

"Okay, let's go back to eat first." Han Shuming said.

Han Qianluo quickly knocked off the handful of rice in his hand, and he relaxed all of a sudden, feeling so tired that he didn't want to move at all, and he didn't even think about walking back, he just wanted to sit here without moving .

No matter how much he didn't want to move, Han Qianluo walked back behind them, washed his face with cold water, and then sat down to eat.

After working all morning, Han Qianluo has already digested the little food that she ate in the morning. Now she is so hungry that her chest is sticking to her back. Now she feels that she is so hungry that she can eat the next head It's awesome, I desperately want to eat.

It was hard to see Peony and Shaoyao serving the food on the table. At first, Han Qianluo thought that after a whole morning of physical work, even if there was no big fish and meat, at least she had to make sure that she was full, but after the food was served, she became depressed , thick noodle steamed buns, porridge, and a large bowl of side dishes that seemed to be boiled in plain water, exactly the same as what Han Qianluo ate when he crossed over at the beginning.

Of course, this is not what makes Han Qianluo depressed. What makes her depressed is that the number of these rough steamed buns is really too small. She counted them carefully, and there are twelve in total, two for each person. No, and these steamed buns are not big.Han Qianluo seriously doubted whether the steamed buns would be enough to eat.

Soon, everyone was sitting around the table, and Han Shuming said, "Let's start eating." After each person took one steamed bun, there were only five steamed buns left.

The three people from Han Shuming's family who went to work in the fields were also hungry, and they all devoured the one in their hands very quickly, and then each of them took another one, so there were only two left.Seeing this, Mudan quickly took one, and half of Shaoyao.

Looking at the only steamed bun left, Han Qianluo hesitated for a moment. Although she was still very hungry, she felt that her elder brother was a man, and she would consume more energy, so it was better to leave it to the elder brother to eat, so she didn't reach out. go get it.

"Xiao Luo is not full, you can eat this steamed bun." Han Qingquan said and put the steamed bun into Han Qianluo's bowl.

Although it was just a trivial matter, Han Qianluo was immediately moved. Sometimes, it is precisely such small details that can better reflect a person's truest thoughts.

Han Qianluo was not hypocritical and ate the steamed bun anyway, but she swore in her heart that she would work hard to make Han Qingquan happy.

After lunch, everyone took a nap, and then continued to harvest rice.The afternoon was much longer than the morning, and Han Qianluo didn't know how she survived. After finishing work in the evening, she didn't go to the second aunt's house for dinner, but went back to cook for herself.

As soon as he returned to his home, Han Qianluo sat down on the stool, unwilling to move for a long time, feeling that there was no part of his body anymore, but thinking that the cake hadn't been made yet, he insisted on standing up to make it Cake, as for Han Qingquan, he carried a basket on his back and went out to cut grass.

(End of this chapter)