Today, Qiao Lian'er beat Song Rui'er to a pulp. One of his shoulders slumped, and his leg was limping, but he still didn't change his deadly ways.
"I was just passing by, don't try to smear me. Have a conscience!" Song Ruier shouted.
Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop, Da Meng and Xiao Meng couldn't help but jump down and give him a big kick.
Everyone was hungry, and Qiao Lian'er didn't want to waste too much time on Song Rui'er.
She gave Le Liang and A Cang a few candies and a piece of cake to each of them.
"Let's find a place to clean up properly."
The two children's eyes lit up.
Song Ruier had no strength left and was easily dragged away by Le Liang and the others.
"Qiao Lian'er, you're biased. You're my sister, you give candy to others but not to me." Song Rui'er's voice was tinged with grievance.
He was still a child after all, and not entirely heartless, nor did he have no yearning for family affection.
Therefore, when he saw Qiao Lian'er being nice to other children, he became a little defensive.
He just couldn't understand why, in Qiao Lian'er's eyes, he had only made the choice that was most advantageous to him, and why it was so wrong and unforgivable.
He just wanted to make his life a little better; people should think about themselves first when they live in this world.
The Qiao family members all had cold faces. They were very hungry, and since Song Ruier hadn't really gained anything, they were too lazy to argue with him anymore.
In the kitchen, Lu Shi and Qiao Zhizhi were all smiles when they saw everyone return, and quickly set out the dishes on the table.
Holding a steaming bowl of rice and eating fragrant dishes, the people who had fought their way back from the hellish mountain battlefield, as well as those who had been on tenterhooks just moments before, suddenly felt at ease and at peace.
I stayed home today and harvested half of the wheat in the fields.
That wheat field was bought from a villager for twenty taels of silver. It was four mu in size and the soil was quite fertile. They couldn't buy paddy fields, so they bought a better vegetable field to grow wheat to make a living.
In previous years, this wheat field, after accounting for the losses caused by pests, only yielded 150 jin per mu. This year, after using pesticides, the yield reached 200 jin per mu. So, such a large field can yield 800 jin.
We've already harvested 400 jin (200 kg) and piled them up in the yard. The rainy season is just a few days away, so we'll take advantage of these few days to dry them properly.
After finishing their meal, the women sat in the courtyard and cleaned out the impurities from the wheat pile.
"This year's harvest is a bit better; those medicines really paid off." Old Mrs. Qiao said with satisfaction.
"We'll plant another crop in September, and then we won't have to worry about pests anymore. If we can get 300 jin per mu, we won't need to buy flour all year round."
There is still a high demand for noodles at home. Breakfast is mainly made up of noodles. As the saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm," so everyone eats a lot for breakfast.
The climate in the south is hot and spring comes early. Spring wheat can be planted in March and harvested around July. Winter wheat can be planted in September and harvested again.
The men dug a pit in the room next to the main house.
The main house was connected to two other rooms, one of which was the bedroom of Old Mrs. and Old Mr. Qiao, and the other was used to store miscellaneous items.
Everyone, close the doors and windows and start digging.
To prevent the swords from getting damp and rusting when left on the ground, people wrapped them in cloth and stuffed them with rice straw from previous years as a barrier.
Old Man Qiao sensed that his family members were acting suspiciously in the storeroom, so he went to push the door. The door was blocked by something and was a little difficult to push open, so he called out.
Da Meng came over, opened the door, and then immediately closed it again.
Old Man Qiao saw the men digging a pit, with a dozen or so gleaming swords lying beside them.
They also brought in a large bucket of water, and Qiao Lian'er and Qiao Xiaomeng were washing some swords, which were stained with blood.
Both the blood and the cold light it emitted had a tremendous impact on Old Man Qiao's heart.
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