The beautiful pastoral field of Jiangmen girl

Chapter 537 Departure (2)
At this time, the little fish who had gone to deliver the letter came back in a hurry.When she met Steward Gu, she just saluted hurriedly, and hurried into the study to meet Qing Shu. "Miss, go and have a look! Miss Biao is not in the right mood."

Qing Shu was startled, "What happened?"

"Miss Biao closed the door after receiving the letter. The servant thought, maybe Miss Biao read the letter and there would be a message to the lady, so the servant waited outside. However, Miss Biao suddenly cried. Listening to the voice, she cried Very sad. The servant knocked on the door and asked Miss Biao what happened. Miss Biao ignored her, just cried and dropped the latch. Miss, go and have a look!"

This is fine, why did I suddenly cry.If it is because of faith, Qing Shu does not believe it.She also read the contents of the letter, and there was nothing wrong with it.So, what is Shen Yuehua crying about?With such doubts, she brought someone to go to see Shen Yuehua.

When he arrived at the place, he heard the whimpering sound coming from the house, Qing Shu knocked on the door anxiously, "Sister Shen, sister Shen, please open the door, please open the door quickly..."

After a while, the door latch rang, and Shen Yuehua, whose eyes were red from crying, opened the door.She let Qingshu in, then closed the door, and asked Qingshu to sit down.Then she sat down herself, tears still streaming down her face.

Qing Shu glanced at the letters neatly placed on the table, "Sister Shen, if you are unhappy, just tell your sister. You can't be bored with everything and make yourself sick."

Shen Yuehua took a handkerchief, gently pressed the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, then shook her head.

Really anxious to death.Qing Shu asked tentatively, "Do you feel unwell?"

Shen Yuehua shook her head, but she couldn't stop her tears, they were still falling.

"Is that something out of favourite?" she continued to guess.

Shen Yuehua shook her head again.However, at this moment, she no longer just shed tears, but took a stick of charcoal from a tree branch and wrote a sentence on the paper. "Sister, don't worry. My sister learned that my father and mother are finally going to take my sister home. My sister is happy and a little out of control."

Seeing these words, Qing Shu knew it was just a false alarm.While she was relieved, she felt pity for the disfigured and voiceless woman in front of her. At the same time, she also understood the pain and suffering in this woman's heart.After suffering for three years, I was finally saved, but I couldn’t go home directly. Not only did I have to live in someone else’s house, but I also worried day and night about whether my family would accept me and abandon me.

Shen Yuehua wrote again: Sorry, I made my sister worry.

Qing Shu smiled lightly, "My sister is too far-fetched." Then she said something that made Shen Yuehua happy, "Sixth brother made it clear in the letter that I want my younger sister to bring her back to Beijing. My younger sister agreed to this matter. In the past few days , my sister is ready to prepare, and we will set off on the second day of September."

Shen Yuehua's tears haven't stopped yet, but there is a little smile on her face.She nodded heavily at Qingshu.

Seeing her like this, Qing Shu rushed to the door and ordered, "Hurry up and get some washing water."

After Shen Yuehua washed her face and stabilized her emotions, Qing Shu got up to leave.

The next day, Qingshu went to Zhuangzi.There are only two men, three women and a few children left behind in Zhuangzi.The others were all taken by Manager Wu to work in the wasteland.

Today, all the corn and sorghum in Zhuangzi's upper field have been harvested and pulled back, and they are all piled up on the threshing ground and drying ground.The men and women who stayed behind were threshing sorghum little by little, and drying the sorghum they fell.It takes time for corn sticks to dry, so there is no rush to beat them.

As for the young buds planted after the winter wheat, they have always been sold on the spot.In addition, the corn sticks are broken off and cooked, and then the rice grains are peeled off and stored in the sun, which is the same as last year.Now there is no frost and no frost, so there are still some tender buds standing in the ground in bright green.

Qingshu didn't stay on Zhuangzi for a long time, because she just dropped in to see it, and she mainly wanted to go to the wasteland.The fifty hectares of fertile land is close to the wasteland, but all the staff are busy harvesting the corn in the fifty hectares of fertile land.

Qingshu got to the place and got off the carriage.She watched more than 100 people working in a hurry in the field, and watched the ox carts pull the golden corn sticks to the wasteland one after another, and she felt very happy.Food, these are all food.Zhou Boyan said that her fifty hectares of corn can yield six or seven thousand shi of grain.

But in fact, this year's year is good, there are no pests and diseases, and there are no natural disasters except for a slight drought.She is not afraid of drought, because she has the convenience of irrigation that others do not have.In addition, it is a fertile field, and her people are meticulous in handling it. Her corn production will only be higher than last year, and there is absolutely no reason for it to be lower than last year.

She once said that she would exchange [-] shi of grain for Hao's safety.At that time, she confirmed that her fifty hectares of corn would be able to harvest ten thousand shi of grain.In the era of no pesticides and no chemical fertilizers, it is impossible to plant a thousand catties or more of corn per mu.But when the land is well prepared, it is not a problem to produce two or two and a half stones per mu.As for her fertile land, according to my own estimates, the average yield per mu must be around two shi, maybe there is more.That means, it's higher than last year's output.She believed, she was sure that her corn production would reach ten thousand shi.

In the field, Steward Wu is very busy.For a while, he joined the ranks of breaking Baogu sticks, and for a while he was the chief dispatcher, directing the labor force at work or pulling the bullock carts of Baogu.When he saw Qingshu standing by the field, he quickly wiped off his sweat and walked up to Qingshu. "Miss, everyone is working hard. If the weather doesn't change and it doesn't rain, it will be over in another four or five days."

"Everyone has worked hard. In order to reward everyone, Manager Ding brought over [-] catties of pork and meat bones to improve your meals at noon."

"Thank you, Miss!" Steward Wu thanked everyone, and before he had time to say anything, someone called him from the field.

"Go!" Qing Shu said.

Steward Wu pleaded guilty and went over to check.

It was almost noon, and the faces of the people working in the field showed signs of fatigue.Manager Wu waved his hands and shouted, "Okay, load all the corn sticks that have been broken off into the car, and go back, dinner is ready."

Everyone stopped their hands one after another, and loaded the broken corn sticks into the bullock cart according to Wu Guanshi's instructions.Then, the women got into the bullock cart, and the men followed the bullock cart on foot, and walked back to the wasteland in a long line.

Qing Shu used lunch on the wasteland side.She didn't make any other preparations, and the meals were the same as what all the laborers ate, one cold dish, one piece of meat fried with kidney beans, one piece of meat and bones stewed with vegetables, and the staple food was sorghum rice and steamed buns.

After eating, all the laborers went to the thatched hut to lie down for a quarter of an hour, while the women went to rest in the green brick hut.After a quarter of an hour of rest, they still had to go to work in the fields.

(End of this chapter)