Even those who had made sarcastic remarks before were now polite to Cheng Mingyue. After all, who would gossip about their own stomach?

Everyone has eaten from the big pot and knows the tricks of serving rice. If the person serving the rice shakes a little, they will suffer, not to mention that the rice cooked by Cheng Mingyue is so delicious. They will not make a fool of themselves at this time.

Apart from cooking every day, Cheng Mingyue and Xu Xiaoyan have basically nothing to do. However, everyone is very busy now, so they will go to the threshing ground to help when they are free.

This was Cheng Mingyue's first time participating in wheat harvest, and everything she saw seemed new to her.

I heard that there are harvesters in this era, but who can blame the Baihe Brigade for being so poor? It’s a blessing that the village has electricity. How can they dare to rely on harvesters? All the harvesting is done manually.

After the villagers harvested the wheat, they tied it into bundles, loaded it onto the village tractors or carts, and took it to the threshing ground.

When they arrive at the threshing ground, they spread the wheat out, tie a stone mill to the back of the tractor, and drag it around for dozens of circles. Then they use a large fork to stir the wheat to make it easier for the grains to fall off.

Repeat this process several times to pile the straw into a tall pile. Rural people usually use this straw to make fire.

The wheat grains and husks have to be sorted again. Most of them are experienced veterans in the village. They shovel a shovel of wheat high into the wind and use the wind to separate the wheat grains and husks.

This job tests the operator's experience. The wind direction is not fixed. It blows one way and then the other. The operator has to keep adjusting according to the wind direction to completely separate the wheat grains and husks.

Cheng Mingyue watched from the side for a while and couldn't help but sigh.

In the future, everything from wheat sowing to husking will be mechanized operations, so there will be no need for such trouble. She is full of respect for the people of this era.

The happiest people during the wheat harvest were undoubtedly the children! Innocent and full of energy, they ran around the threshing floor, their joy as if it were Chinese New Year. The entire Baihe Brigade was bustling with activity because of them.

The adults would listen to their laughter and sometimes scold them with a smile. Although everyone was so tired that their backs could hardly straighten, their eyes were shining.

Perhaps it was because they had hope that after paying the public grain tax, the rest would be distributed to each household according to their work.

Only a very small number of lazy guys are still frowning, but now everyone is busy and who has time to care about them?

The wheat harvest in Baihe Brigade lasted for more than a week. Just as everyone was busy moving the wheat into the warehouse, a heavy rainstorm hit.

I heard that we were not so lucky in previous years. Most of the time, it would rain when we were drying the wheat, and the rain would stop just when we had harvested the wheat.

When we spread the clothes out to dry again, the rain came again. God was like a naughty child, playing hide-and-seek with everyone. It made everyone so angry that they couldn't help cursing.

And, the most noteworthy thing is that this year Cheng Mingyue helped with cooking. Although the villagers were a little tired, they did not lose several pounds at once like in previous years.

Now everyone was even more grateful to Cheng Mingyue, and they all thought that if they needed help in the future, they would definitely help the young couple more.

Cheng Mingyue knew nothing about this. At that moment, she was sitting on the kang counting the money in her hand.

That’s right, Lu Chen helped Cheng Mingyue sell some of the things in the space.

Cheng Mingyue roughly counted and found that she had sold more than a thousand yuan in total, and there were also a lot of various tickets. This was only the result of her processing a small part of it.

She thought, I can't be too conspicuous now. Making a little money secretly is not a big deal, just enough to spend. If I dare to make a big move and get targeted by those with ulterior motives, it will be troublesome. Going to jail is a small matter. Maybe we won't see each other again for another twenty years.

Cheng Mingyue took out a portion from the bag and handed it to Lu Chen: "This part is yours. I can't let you take the risk in vain. Let's not do those empty things. Let's split it in half from now on."

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, but didn't take it. He whispered, "Take all of this. My share has already been deducted."

Cheng Mingyue: “…”

Well, it turns out that all this time was just my wishful thinking.

Cheng Mingyue put the money away a little embarrassedly: "It's good that you've deducted it. Even brothers should settle accounts clearly. Let's just talk it out."

Lu Chen really didn't lie. He did keep his share. It wasn't that he was stingy, but he had other uses for the money.

That night, Cheng Mingyue slept with her money in her arms. She didn't have any other skills, so she just thought that when her conditions improved in the future, she would buy a few more houses and become a happy landlady.

The rain lasted for three whole days. As soon as the day cleared up, a postman on a bicycle came to the village.

We all found Cheng Mingyue's house and were very curious, so we followed her to watch the fun. In the end, we found out that the manuscript Cheng Mingyue had submitted to the newspaper was accepted and the newspaper had even sent us the royalties.

Cheng Mingyue was holding several remittance slips and letters, feeling a little confused.

She had sent ten manuscripts to the newspaper, and it had been almost a month, and she thought they had all been rejected. Why did it take so long to send back the payment?!

But it's better to have something than nothing, and this money is all earned by herself, which makes her happier than the money from selling things in the space.

After the postman left, Li Da Laba immediately ran to Cheng Mingyue and asked mysteriously, "Mingyue, can you calculate how much money you got in total?!"

The others were also very curious.

Cheng Mingyue thought about it for a moment, then picked up the remittance slip and carefully calculated it, "A total of eighty yuan."

"What? Eighty yuan? That's so much! It's equivalent to three months' salary for a worker!"

"What kind of manuscript is worth so much money?!"

"That's what I'm saying. It's not a lie, is it?"

The villagers were so envious that their eyes turned red, but Cheng Mingyue didn't care what they said. She happily tore open the envelope, and sure enough, there was a newspaper with her article inside.

Cheng Mingyue pointed at a few of the articles and said, "Look, ladies and gentlemen, my name is clearly written on them. How can this be fake?"

Li Da Laba leaned over to take a look and saw that it was indeed Cheng Mingyue's name. She curled her lips and rolled her eyes at the person next to her: "Mingyue graduated from high school, so it's not surprising that she can write articles. Besides, she is educated. What are you talking nonsense about here?"

"That's right. You just ate the meal that Mingyue cooked for you. It's only been a few days, and you're already gossiping about her. You're so heartless."

The aunt was scolded by several people. She looked at Cheng Mingyue with a red face: "Mingyue, auntie really doesn't mean anything else. You know my mouth is not very careful. If I say anything unpleasant, please don't take it to heart."