"Three families here believed me and plan to collect it tonight." Wang Qiqiang took a sip of porridge and then picked up a buckwheat bun.

Yuan Doudou said helplessly, "There are only two households on my side."

They all wanted the wheat to grow a few more days so that the harvest would be greater.

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Whether they believe it or not is their business," Zhang Aiju comforted him.

After dinner, Yuan Doudou took Anji home, washed him up, and watched him fall asleep before picking up her sickle and heading to the field.

Wang Qiqiang's land is located on the east side of the village, about 500 meters away from Yuan Doudou's house.

As the moonlight grew cooler, Yuan Doudou unconsciously hunched her shoulders. Not far away, she heard the sound of wheat being harvested, rustling softly.

"Tell me, is this real or fake?" the wheat harvester asked as he cut wheat.

The person on the other side replied, "Whether it's true or not, it's better to take it back sooner rather than later."

Although he couldn't observe celestial phenomena, he had been feeling uneasy these past few days, always afraid of making a mistake. After Yuan Doudou said that, he made up his mind to harvest ahead of schedule.

"Even the village head isn't here. He'll probably be furious if he finds out." After all, in previous years, the village head would lead everyone in a harvest ceremony before the official harvest began, and no one dared to harvest the wheat on their own.

"No matter, he can still buy food even if he loses wheat. We're counting on this season's wheat to turn our lives around." This is their lifeline; they can't afford any more mistakes.

Several years of severe drought left them with no harvest, and every family was living off their savings. This year, the weather has finally been favorable, and the wheat is growing well. They absolutely cannot let things go wrong at the last minute.

Those who listened remained silent; fear aside, receiving the grain was the only real thing.

Yuan Doudou listened to their conversation and felt sorry for them; farmers have to worry about so much just to grow their own land.

When they arrived at the Wang family's land, Wang Qiqiang had already harvested one acre of land, which was quite fast.

Wang Qisheng was pulling a cart, loading wheat at the edge of the field.

"Sister Dou Dou, what brings you here?" Wang Qisheng recognized Yuan Dou Dou as soon as he saw a thin and small person.

Yuan Doudou picked up her sickle and said, "I'll help." She then joined the harvesting team.

Wang Qiling, standing in the field on the other side, looked up and saw a familiar figure, secretly chuckling to himself.

This woman is so stubborn. She said she had no feelings for the older brother, but now she's come to help him on her own initiative.

It's obvious she's got her eye on his older brother. No way, he has to keep an eye on her and not let any other man steal DouDou away.

He could count on his sister-in-law, Yuan Doudou, to help him get rich so he could marry into a wealthy family in the future.

"DouDou, what are you doing here? Go back quickly." Wang Qiqiang turned around to put down the wheat and saw Yuan DouDou.

Yuan Doudou imitated him, grabbing the wheat with her left hand and swinging the sickle with her right, cutting the wheat in half in one go.

When she swung the sickle again, Wang Qiqiang quickly dissuaded her, saying, "Dou Dou, this is dangerous. Don't be reckless."

"Brother Wang, why don't you teach me?" She admitted that she had little experience. In the past, harvesting wheat was the job of her mother-in-law and Anrong, and she was only responsible for delivering meals.

Under the moonlight, Wang Qiqiang saw a pair of kind eyes. She was like a fairy from heaven, beautiful inside and out, captivating and enchanting.

"Okay," Wang Qiqiang agreed almost as if possessed.

Next, the scene shows the teacher instructing the students on how to harvest wheat. Wang Qiqiang explains everything in detail, from how to harvest wheat quickly and how to avoid hurting themselves to how to place the wheat.

The teacher demonstrated each step, and the students observed and imitated the movements until the teacher said they were qualified, at which point the students were allowed to harvest the wheat independently.

Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.

Yuan Doudou has gained another skill; she heard that harvesting wheat for others can earn her ten cents per acre.

It must be said that harvesting wheat is both physically demanding and technically challenging.

At first, she didn't know what to do and struggled, only managing to cut a small piece before becoming breathless. But once she internalized the movements and mastered them, she could cut with divine assistance.

"Sister Dou Dou, you're fast! You're almost as fast as Big Brother." Wang Qiling thought to himself, "It looks just like Big Brother is with his little wife."

Yuan Doudou proudly said, "Of course, I'm a college student." Before she could finish the sentence, Yuan Doudou immediately shut up.

"Big what?" Wang Qiling asked curiously.

“Sir, adults naturally learn things much faster than little kids like you,” Yuan Doudou said, changing her tone with a sudden inspiration.

No, Wang Qiling felt there was something fishy going on. Yuan Doudou clearly didn't mean it that way. Could it be that she wanted to say "sister-in-law" but then got embarrassed and changed her address?

That must be it.

The moon hung in the sky, silently watching the villagers of Ping'an Village work hard to harvest wheat until dawn, when they finally dragged their tired bodies home.

With the joint efforts of the whole family, Wang Qiqiang's ten or so acres of land were finally harvested.

The next day, the sun rose as promised, illuminating the entire village.

Wang Qiqiang only slept for an hour before getting up and going to the threshing ground. He borrowed Li Datou's donkey, dragged a stone block, and used it to weigh down the wheat.

Over the course of the morning, the wheat grains were pressed down, the stalks were picked off with a fork, and the grains were swept together with a broom to form small mounds.

With the help of the east wind, Wang Qiqiang began winnowing the wheat. The wind blew the chaff out of the wheat, leaving clean wheat.

Yuan Doudou took Anji out for breakfast and then they went to the wheat field to help out.

The wheat is winnowed clean, but not packed yet. It is left to dry in the sun for half a day before being packed into burlap sacks and sealed.

Several families in the village who had harvested their grain ahead of schedule were busy at the threshing ground. They thanked God for such good weather, which allowed them to dry their grain thoroughly so that it wouldn't get damp when stored at home.

An Bihuai watched them working from afar, trembling with joy.

Zhou Chuangen happened to be there too. Seeing these people harvesting the crops first, he was furious. He thought that when the imperial court collected taxes, he would definitely not let these families off the hook.

We must make them pay double the amount of grain.

"Village head, isn't it ridiculous? With such good weather, they won't let the wheat grow longer in the fields and insist on harvesting it early. I wonder if they'll regret it when we harvest too much grain?"

Zhou Chuangen disliked An Bihuai, but for now, what he said was pleasing to the ear.

"Don't worry, I will make them pay the price." People like them are arrogant and don't respect him, the village head.

An Bihuai was even more smug. "You guys are going to have bad luck because you listened to his good niece. Aren't you all big fools? You didn't listen to the elders, but listened to a widow."

“Village head, I think you’ve been too lenient with them, which is why they took it upon themselves to harvest the wheat ahead of schedule.” Punish them severely until they realize their mistake.

Zhou Chuangen snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and stormed off.

Anping came to find his father and saw that the Wang family was drying their grain in the threshing ground, while his family hadn't harvested any wheat. He couldn't help but feel uneasy.