As the villagers started turning the threshing machines, the rice stalks fell into the granary with a crackling sound, instantly turning the rice into bare stalks.

The villagers stared wide-eyed in disbelief; they had only heard the village head mention it before, never realizing it could actually happen at such speed.

"My goodness, this threshing machine is amazing! It's so fast and clean!"

"Yes, the rice we brought isn't enough to harvest. Hurry up and bring some more rice over."

"Hey, hey, hurry up! We don't have that much rice, so we'll go first..."

"......."

The villagers were immediately enthusiastic about harvesting rice, and their work sped up considerably.

Lin, the drunkard, was also nearby. It was the first day of the autumn harvest, and he hadn't drunk any alcohol, so his mind was very clear. He was more stunned by the efficiency of the threshing machine than if he had been drinking heavily.

Then I saw Song Anbang. He looked like a scholar. My goodness, this Lin Ersao really is the daughter of a scholar!

After teaching the villagers how to use the threshing machine, Song Anxin took Song Anbang back home. They had already stocked up on some essential herbs.

Zhang Mei pounded the herbs and gave them to Song Anbang and Song Anxin. Song Anxin went back to her room and applied some to her body, which immediately made her feel less uncomfortable.

After applying the ointment, Song Anbang felt a cool sensation on his skin, and the itching stopped.

After resting for a while, the two carried some refreshing tea and continued to harvest rice in the paddy field. Because Old Zhang had delivered the last batch of duck eggs before the autumn harvest, about three thousand eggs, he would not be delivering duck eggs during the autumn harvest period anymore, as Old Zhang also had rice to harvest at home.

After the autumn harvest began, no one could spare the time to help her family, so Song Anxin asked Zhang Mei to stay at home. After cooking, washing clothes, and doing some chores, she would pickle salted duck eggs.

Although she didn't work in the fields, she still took on all the household chores, which wasn't easy for her.

Even so, Zhang Mei still felt bad, as she stayed at home while the whole family was busy with the autumn harvest.

Song Anxin smiled and said, "It may seem like you haven't done much for this family, but actually you've done the most. Look at our food, clothes, tea, and everything else, weren't you the one who took care of everything?"

You're the backbone of the family, very important. How can we harvest rice in peace if no one's home to do chores? You should just stay home and relax.”

Housewives not only work hard, but their labor is also easily overlooked, resulting in low self-worth. Therefore, she needs to provide more self-worth for her daughter-in-law.

When Zhang Mei heard her mother-in-law say how important it was for her to stay at home, she immediately stopped arguing about getting out of bed and prepared to cook a nice meal for the family at noon.

By the third day of the autumn harvest, Song Anxin felt like her bones were about to fall apart, but she still got up and went to work in the fields. Rice doesn't wait for anyone; harvesting too late will cause the rice to mold or thresh. At this time, every household is racing against time.

That afternoon, several villagers suffered from heatstroke after working in the high temperatures. Song Anxin, who was in the fields, saw Li Zheng coming over with a sigh on his face.

Song Anxin thought for a moment and said to the village head on the field: "Uncle Village Head, my family has picked some herbs to make tea. It can relieve summer heat and dryness. We have been drinking this for the past few days."

If you trust me, you can come to my house and get some to boil at home. However, this stuff is cooling, so don't drink too much, and people with sensitive stomachs might get diarrhea.

Upon hearing this, Lin Lizheng's dejected expression vanished, and his old eyes lit up as he said:

“I believe you, Fengnian’s mother. How could I not believe you? I’ll go and tell everyone right now.”

This Fengnian Mother was truly his lifeline; otherwise, how could he explain to the county if the village's grain wasn't harvested in time?

"Aunt Lin, do you think the grass you picked by a country woman is drinkable? Don't bring us random things. If we get sick from drinking it, will you compensate us?" Lin Gangzi mocked from the other side of the field.

Song Anxin didn't even glance at him, and said indifferently, "Then you shouldn't drink it."

Actually, Song Anxin didn't give out the herbal tea at first because she was afraid that if these people drank it and something happened to them, they would come looking for her. However, the autumn harvest was really tiring and hot, and the villagers were all suffering people, so she was not afraid after she made it clear beforehand.

Lin Tietou popped his head out and said, "If you won't drink, I will! It's so hot I'm dying of heat. Diarrhea is better than dying of heat!"

Lin Tietou felt dizzy from talking and wished he could quickly gulp down that refreshing herbal tea.

Lin Lizheng glanced coldly at Lin Gangzi, and because there were other villagers in the nearby fields, he raised his voice and said:

"Those who believe can go to their mother's house during the harvest season to get it themselves. As for those who don't believe or are worried, I can't help them if they get heatstroke."

The villagers who heard it all had no reason not to believe it. Aunt Lin had come up with such a wonderful tool for threshing rice, and she also knew how to drive away wild boars. How could they not believe someone praised even by the county magistrate?

Moreover, Aunt Lin said that her family also drinks this, but they don't drink much of it. Besides, having a little diarrhea isn't a big deal.

That noon, many villagers came to Song Anxin's house to get herbal tea herbs, which caused a shortage of herbs for a while. Fortunately, Zhang Mei was diligent and picked some more during her spare time.

In the afternoon, when the sun was no longer so strong, Song Anxin's family went back to work in the fields. The rice they had piled up in the morning was already quite plentiful.

Because one of the threshing machines belonged to Song An's family, they would give it to Sister-in-law Lin when they weren't harvesting rice in the morning. In the afternoon, Song Anxin and Lin Fengnian would take turns using the threshing machine to harvest rice.

Because the threshing machine has inertia once it starts moving, it must be operated in one smooth motion. Therefore, Lin Fenghe and Lin Fengyao were responsible for passing rice to them from the side.

The harvested rice needs to be spread out on an open space to dry, and then brought in at dusk to dry again during the day... After a series of processes, a blower is used to blow away the empty husks and dust from the rice.

In the past few days, Song Anxin's shoulders have been chafed and scraped, her palms have blisters, and her legs and feet are sore and painful at night.

He admired Song Anbang even more. Every time he worked until dark before going home, he would light a torch and read for a while. Sometimes he would write or draw something, and Lin Fenghe would follow along with him.

Finally, after seven or eight days, the rice had gone through a series of processes, including harvesting, threshing, drying, and hulling, and Linjia Village had completed its autumn harvest!

Except for the village head's rice paddy, which was somewhat damaged by wild boars, all the other families' rice was harvested safely, and everyone's worries were finally relieved.

This year's harvest is the same as last year, with a yield of only about 200 jin per mu, which is less than half of the modern level. But even so, the villagers are overjoyed because, unlike in previous years, the yield has decreased year after year.