Chapter 20 Chapter 20 The autumn harvest is indeed very busy. Song Mianlian...
The autumn harvest is indeed very busy.
Song Mian didn't even leave the pie stall to help watch the wheat field.
The threshing floor is very large and wide, with each family dividing it into different areas, and the harvested grain is hung out to dry in the threshing floor.
She was guarding the small threshing ground that was allocated to her, watching the old ox pulling the stone mill, compacting the threshing ground over and over again.
Lu Jinshu and Song Zhenge carried the coal stove she made and cooked at Aunt Zhao's home. They could eat hot meals immediately. For a moment, everyone was extremely envious. What kind of magic tool was this? It could cook meals immediately. It was really amazing.
"Mianmian modified it based on the stove, saying it would make it easier to sell pies."
Song Zhen Ge said with a smile.
He is very proud to have such an amazing niece.
Lu Jinshu's face was also filled with pride.
Grandma Liu was chewing on her own steamed buns and pickles, feeling extremely envious. It was so important for people to have a meal when they were busy and tired, but it was a pity that they didn't have it.
"Mrs. Liu, try it. Jinshu is a very good cook. Everyone says the food he cooks is delicious."
Grandma Liu thought about it and took a bite.
However--
The braised pork was fat but not greasy, and it was very substantial and filling. She was amazed at how this dish could be so delicious. It was so delicious that it touched her heart.
"Oh my god, this meat smells amazing, Miss Zhao, you're so lucky to be neighbors with Young Master Song and his family. They're from Beijing, and they cook their meat differently from us in the countryside."
Aunt Zhao smiled, her dark, red cheeks wrinkled with laughter. She smacked her lips and said happily, "Well, after the autumn harvest, his family plans to open a school to recruit children for enlightenment. My dog has already passed the exam. The name Song Deming was given by Mr. Song. Isn't it impressive?"
Grandma Liu: "God damn it, all the good things happen to you."
The two of them got along well and often joked together. Grandma Liu naturally hoped that Aunt Zhao's family could live a better life, but she was really jealous when she saw that the other party had all the blessings that her family did not.
Aunt Zhao picked up another large piece of meat and said with a smile, "That's because I'm an old woman and smart."
Grandma Liu: Tsk.
After dinner, we have to rush to harvest. After the beginning of autumn, the weather is changeable and sudden storms are likely to occur, so we need to be quick.
Not only do you have to harvest and bring it home, you also have to dry it in the threshing floor and quickly store it in the granary to be safe.
Otherwise, the rainstorm will tell you what it means to have all your hard work smashed to the ground in a matter of minutes.
Song Fuxue originally planned to sleep in the wheat field with a quilt, but Song Xiaoshu sent her back, saying that it was next to his house, so he watched it alone.
In Songjia Village, no one dares to mess with them.
There are a lot of strong men at home, whose arms are thicker than some people's waists. No one can beat them, so naturally no one will provoke them.
Seeing this, Song Mian didn't force it and said with a smile, "Thank you so much for troubling you."
Song Xiaoshu smiled shyly: "It's not a bother. If you hadn't helped Erya sell pan-fried buns, my family wouldn't have been able to save so much money."
He was truly grateful and fortunate.
"You definitely don't know how to do this little farm work, but it's no problem for us, so don't be polite."
Song Mian listened to his earnest words and nodded, smiling and saying, "We will remember that you can help us. If you need anything in the future, just let me know. I will do my best to help you."
Song Xiaoshu touched his head, feeling somewhat lost for words. He said honestly, "That's all my mother taught me. I can't say more."
So stop pushing and pulling, the child is really helpless.
Song Fuxue smiled and patted his shoulder, her voice soft: "It's okay. I know you are honest people who only do things and don't use sweet words. I entrust the crops in the wheat field to you."
"Well, don't worry." Song Xiaoshu patted the thin shoulder: "When I'm not here, your soybeans will be there."
Song Mian frowned: "Things are not as important as people. If something happens, just take care of yourself. If things are lost, they are lost. We can make money and buy new things anytime."
Song Xiaoshu felt warm inside when he heard this. He nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, Mianmian, if you were a boy, I would definitely recognize you as my brother. You are really a good person."
Song Mian: "...Thank you."
After a few more pleasantries, Song Xiaoshu strode away.
Although there was a severe drought this year, the autumn harvest went smoothly. I hurriedly stored the soybeans in the cellar, hoping that it would rain so that the soil would be moist so that I could plant winter wheat.
But it never rained.
Everyone was extremely anxious. Aunt Zhao, who had been calm and composed before, now had a dark face and looked up at God with pleading eyes, hoping that it would rain soon so that they could plant the crops earlier. Otherwise, the weather would be cold and the ground would be frozen, making it even more difficult.
Song Mian didn't know anything about farming before, so he didn't feel anything.
Now looking at the originally cheerful person who has become so worried and sad, I naturally know the importance of good weather to the people.
Good weather, peace and joy.
These words are the best wishes.
People say that the autumn rain will continue, but now there is not a drop of rain, which is really worrying.
"It is said that there is a severe drought from Hanzhong Prefecture in the west to Baoqing Prefecture in the south, from Raozhou Prefecture in the east to our side in the north. If the winter wheat is not planted well this year, there will be a large number of refugees next year." Song Fuxue's face was solemn.
Song Zhen Ge also sighed: "Yes, now the court has reduced taxes."
The autumn harvest has passed and it is time to collect taxes, but after two years of severe drought, policies need to be appropriately relaxed.
However--
The Song Mian family originally planned to exchange the soybeans for rice and store them after the soybeans were harvested in the fall. However, after they received the tax policy, they became a little overwhelmed.
Originally, taxes had to be paid during the wheat harvest, but now we have to pay taxes during the autumn harvest as well.
"The tax for the autumn harvest is relatively light, three liters of beans per acre."
Song Mian breathed a sigh of relief: "That's okay?"
"This is the tax standard delegated by the court, but after being increased layer by layer by court officials, it may end up being five or eight liters." Song Fuxue shook his head.
Song Mian understood.
"It's been quite dry this year, and the soybean yield per mu is only about 150 kilograms. If we can get five liters of tax, that's one-third, and there's not much left."
She couldn't help but frown.
If his family could not save money by selling pies and had to rely on farming to survive, the remaining grain from the acre of land would be used for food, drink, and to save money for buying things.
Those days will be filled with endless poverty.
Song Mian looked at Grandma Zhao next door with a worried look on her face and knew that they were not optimistic this time either.
"Hey, if you make bean cakes out of the beans in your home, you can use them to make porridge when you have no food," Zhao Jufang said quickly.
Song Mian tilted his head. Could this be the legendary sleeping, eating, and playing games?
"Let's walk and see." She still couldn't eat brown rice and wheat rice, and always felt that she couldn't feel full after eating.
The autumn rain was drizzling down, and the soil in the ground was lightly wet.
Song Mian was extremely excited.
She squatted down and used a small wooden stick to poke the soil.
The ground was a little wet, but the soil underneath was dry and fine. If it rained for another day, the soil would be thoroughly moist and moist, and then it would be easier to plant wheat.
Song Mian listened to Old Song talking about farming and nodded continuously.
"Looking forward to more rain." She sighed.
Several people gathered together to talk. Song Xiaoshu had saved a lot of money this hot summer. He used to wear coarse linen clothes, but now he has changed into a fine cotton robe. Except when he is busy with farming, he usually dresses very neatly.
The farm work he had to do was shared among the other families, so they no longer had to work in the fields.
Song Xiaoshu was still incredibly worried: "If the harvest is bad, refugees from all over the country will come to Beijing. We are in the suburbs of Beijing and will be in the most danger."
Since everyone has nowhere to go, they gather in the suburbs of Beijing.
If that is the case, then their business, not to mention theirs, will definitely be in danger.
"It's not that difficult right now. I'm working hard to earn money and save food. As the saying goes, if you have food in your hands, you won't be worried. When you have free time, I'll convert my courtyard into a bluestone and tile house. Then, if there are refugees, I'll be able to fight back."
Zhao Jufang slapped her thigh and sighed.
Song Mian looked serious. She knew that Grandma Zhao's guess would come true. Next year would be even drier than this year, and some areas would have no harvest. After the drought, there would be locust plagues and floods, and refugees would scatter in all directions. The capital would also bear part of the burden.
Their thatched huts and bamboo fences could not stop the refugees.
"Okay, let's start building the new house right away!" Song Mian clenched his fist.
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