Just after the Dragon Boat Festival, the fields were full of golden wheat. Some diligent people were already bending over and working hard in the fields, harvesting the heavy grain handful by handful.

Farmers deal with the land all their lives, and their only hope is a good harvest. This year's wheat grains are large and full, and the handfuls harvested under the sickle are much heavier than last year's.

It was really the busy farming season. Zhao Luochuan used to go to town early in the morning, and there were almost no people on the road. But today he was only half an hour late because he slept last night, but there were still pedestrians on the road all the way.

When they were halfway to the town, Yang Donghu, sitting on the cart, had already heard the sighs of farmers on the roadside at least ten times. There were countless words of praise for the good wheat harvest, and the hands wielding the sickles became more and more vigorous.

The breeze in the early morning brings cool breezes, which is far less hot than at noon. Everyone works as long as possible while it is cool, so that they don’t have to sweat profusely under the sun at noon.

Lin Zhi, the man who had stirred up the commotion the previous time, was familiar with Zhao Luochuan. His family's land lay right next to the road to town. Bending over to harvest wheat, he took a break from his work and looked up at the carts passing along the road. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he asked loudly, "Brother Dachuan, going to town again?"

"Yeah." Zhao Luochuan stopped the car, looked at his face which was full of joy because of the good harvest, and replied: "Your wheat is good this year."

"Hey, it's better than last year. You see, we can harvest a lot from one acre of land. There's plenty of grain this year. If your family is short of flour, I'll send you a bag later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman who stood up from the side reached out and slapped him on the back: "You just talk nonsense all day long. Brother Dachuan is no more capable than you. He earns much more per trip than you. Look at that cart of goods he has. It's enough to buy food for ten acres of your land. You're pretending to be a good person here."

This made people feel uncomfortable. Except for Mrs. Lin, everyone else looked unhappy.

Yang Donghu recognized that the person who was speaking was Mrs. Lin from last time. He had seen her speak in a sour tone before, but he didn't expect that her ability to speak sourly had not weakened at all after not seeing her for a few days.

Mrs. Lin didn't mean to speak harshly, but she felt a little uncomfortable when she saw the prey on Zhao Luochuan's cart. Then she looked at Yang Donghu sitting on the cart with clean clothes and a fair face, and the feeling was even worse.

We are all married, but how come she can keep her skin so fair and clean without having to do this tiring work filled with dust?

Lin Zhi muttered quietly to himself, wanting to say something but not daring to speak loudly. Mrs. Lin suppressed the sourness that was welling up in her heart. She looked at her husband and got angry. She twisted his arm and said, "We've only harvested a little bit of the land at the edge. Hurry up! When will we finish harvesting? There are still more than ten acres left. They need to go to town, so why are you asking them to do something wrong? You're delaying their work."

But it's no wonder that Mrs. Lin slapped him. Food is precious, and you can't just give it to others. You live in the same village, and if you give food to one person, you might have to give it to another tomorrow. No one will feel good if there's less.

After all this, there was no food left in the house.

Zhao Luochuan smiled and said, "How can I ask for something for free? I have to pay for it. Everyone knows that your family is wealthy. If we run out of food, I will have to pay to buy a few bags from you."

These words made Mrs. Lin smile, and she continued politely: "Of course, I'll give you a discount when the time comes."

"Then sister-in-law, you guys are busy, we'll leave first."

"Hey, go ahead."

Lin Zhi is not very smart, but he can be considered kind. It's just that after marrying a wife, he became soft-hearted and listens to her in everything.

Although Mrs. Lin's words were sometimes a little harsh, she had a good heart. She didn't ask for much, she just wanted to live a stable life with her own family.

It is also thanks to Mrs. Lin who takes care of the house and outside. Otherwise, according to Lin Zhi's character of sending a bag of rice today and a bag of noodles tomorrow, if there is no capable wife to take care of the family, let alone more than ten acres of land, even if there are hundreds of acres of land, it will not be enough to feed the family.

The group walked quite far away, but they could still hear Mrs. Lin scolding Lin Zhi behind them. They didn't take it to heart and just laughed it off.

They had a good idea. They took advantage of the fact that no one was watching over them at home and wanted to fill their stomachs in town before going back.

But when I arrived in the town, I was stunned. Apart from the shops on both sides of the street, there were very few small stalls that usually had no place to squeeze into the corners. The streets and alleys that were crowded in the past could be seen to the end at a glance.

This scene made several people feel inexplicably sad.

"It's an even number, not an odd one. Today is the sixth day of the New Year, which should be a market day, so why are there so few people?" Yang Donghu was still thinking of going to the town to buy another bowl of rice dumplings with fermented rice wine that he had bought last time. Now it seems that let alone rice dumplings, it's hard to say whether the lady selling wontons at the end of the street is there.

Zhao Luochuan pondered for a moment and guessed, "During the busy summer season, there won't be many people here. Perhaps the stall owners have gone back to harvest their wheat."

It was the first time for the two young men to go to such a deserted market. They were a little bored. They couldn't buy anything, but they had to sell the prey. Zhao Luochuan still sent the prey to the restaurant.

The waiter had just received Yang Donghu's cakes. Seeing that the others were more welcoming, he hurriedly welcomed them in, found an empty table and poured a few cups of tea.

"Come, sit down and rest your feet."

There were only a few people sitting in the lobby. The waiter was not busy, so he dragged a long bench and sat with them at the table.

"Business is not very good today?" Zhao Luochuan asked after taking a sip of tea.

The second brother smiled and said, "It's always like this during the summer and autumn harvest. It will be fine after these two days. But don't worry, Brother Zhao. We will take everything you brought. This game is not something that peasants like us can afford to eat. The gentlemen in the town are still waiting to feast on it."

He calculated the bill and paid Zhao Luochuan. The shopkeeper was always smart. He sold the deer suede meat and skin separately, and the prices of the two were about the same.

Zhao Luochuan knew the twists and turns involved, and the shopkeeper didn't deliberately lower the price. One has to be honest in doing business, and if you make a lot of money, you have to let others have a share.

The muntjac is not as big as an adult male deer, but the price is surprisingly similar. Even if it weighs only 34 kilograms, it can be sold for 17 or 18 taels.

Adding a few scattered game, except for the pair of wild geese which were a little more expensive, the others were still at normal prices. All in all, there was about twenty taels of silver.

Although I didn’t eat anything good today, I saved some money, so it’s not too bad.