Because the time for the double harvest was tight and because they were afraid that the Japanese would come to steal food, as soon as the rice was ripe, no one would sleep in the middle of the night, and all the villagers, young and old, would work in the fields.
Children aged three or four were also sensible enough to stay with the adults for at least the first half of the night. Those who could would pick up ears of corn, and those who could would help the adults pass towels.
Except for people like Magnolia who really can't walk.
Because she was worried about leaving her alone at home, little Yulan was wrapped in a blanket and carried on her grandmother's back. Zhang Xiaonu bent over and waved a sickle while carrying her on her back.
Despite the heat, it was actually cooler outside at night. Little Yulan slept more soundly than at home, bobbing up and down on her grandmother's back. The only price she paid was a few more mosquito bites on her face.
Even Liang Shengdi would not go on strike at this time, and would voluntarily come out to help harvest the rice.
In the fields in summer, even if the water has dried up, there are still some small animals moving around, such as water snakes and toads. They are not poisonous, but they are disgusting and can scare children.
Because the people who took turns to stand guard at the village entrance were still there, even though everyone in the village was working very hard day and night, they didn't have time to even say a word or shout.
Some people are saying that there seems to be a lot of rice this year, and the price of grain outside is heard to be quite high. If you keep the part for yourself, you may be able to sell the rest at a good price.
"Really? Then maybe I can save up a few cotton-padded clothes. Those damn Japanese bastards burned my house to the ground last year. I almost froze to death during the Chinese New Year. This year, I can sell my grain in exchange for cotton."
"It's the same in my family! Having enough food and clothing is just two important things. Why can't we enjoy it together?"
When Lin Youliang heard several households talking about selling grain, he quickly straightened himself up and called for a stop.
"Since we can receive grain now, do you know that we can also receive grain this autumn? The Japanese are still here!"
"Save what food you have! We can still sell it! Aren't you afraid of another disaster like last year? Going to hide in the mountains for a year? Then your whole family will be starving!"
"Why is food so expensive out there? Isn't it because there's war everywhere and we can't farm, so there's no harvest? So if you have food, just be happy! You can still sell it!"
Lin Youliang was about to bend down to continue cutting rice, cursing, when he suddenly remembered something and stood up again.
"Oh right! Our provincial government said that we are no longer allowed to use grain to make wine, especially in Yuezhou and Yongcheng. Even licensed wineries are not allowed to make more than half of last year's amount! Private brewing at home is not allowed at all!
Don't even think about selling your grain to the breweries in town! The breweries in our town are all small, unlicensed, and self-owned. If they're caught, the brewery owners will be jailed and fined! Don't bother causing trouble for others! Just stay home and eat your fill!
In recent years, food has been scarce in Zhejiang Province, and the most severe famine is in Yuezhou, where grain winemaking is well developed. In the past, when there was no war, the old farmers who did not rely on winemaking for a living would brew one or two jars of wine at home every year, either for their own consumption or as gifts.
At that time, there was not enough grain in Yuezhou. To make wine, grain had to be transported from western Zhejiang, and even foreign grain was available.
When war breaks out, the price of grain and wine rises. Although the transportation becomes more difficult, there is always a lack of people who seek wealth and fame through risk.
The worse the famine, the more wine was brewed and shipped out.
Isn't this the opposite of Tiangang?
The provincial government has done something practical in this matter, which is rare.
"We still have the provincial government to take care of it?"
Some people didn't grasp the point, but asked out of genuine curiosity.
Lin Youliang: "Tsk! Who else would print your money?"
"Printing it is useless! It's not as cheap as paper!"
"Exactly! Not as good as the ocean!"
"The ocean didn't just fall from the sky! Okay, okay! Just listen to me! Save as much as you can! Stop rambling!"
Liang Shengdi hadn't put down her sickle yet. She listened to what everyone in the field was saying, thinking, this time, I can finally have a bite of rice, right?
It turned out not to be the case.
A few days ago, a village two villages away from Sihe Village reported that another group of Japanese invaders had invaded. The people of Sihe Village rushed over with their guns drawn to help. Although they eventually drove away the Japanese invaders and killed two of them, they also reportedly stole a lot of food and burned a large area of land.
They don’t know how to get through the future!
After this incident, the other villages didn't dare to stop, harvesting the rice and rushing to plant new seeds in the dark. Liang Shengdi was especially worried. Perhaps she had rested enough before, but she worked even harder this time.
Together with Lin Wenxuan, we dried the millet during the day and planted rice seedlings at night. For ten days in a row, the total sleeping time was no more than one day.
However, because Zhang Xiaonv was with Yulan, after harvesting the rice, she stayed at home to watch over the grain bags at night and was able to sleep a little longer.
When everything was completed, everyone, young and old, felt as if they had been skinned alive.
The little bit of meat Liang Shengdi had just gained was gone again.
But she didn't care. She just stared at the grain bag that Zhang Xiaonu had tied up tightly.
"Are we going to eat new rice today? Make dry rice?" Liang Shengdi asked.
Zhang Xiaonv rolled her eyes at her and said, "Are you dreaming? Didn't they say the Japanese are coming again? If they come to our village, we'll still have to rely on these few bags of food to survive!"
Liang Shengdi: "...So what are we having for dinner today?"
"There's still half a bag of cornmeal left! Eat more!"
Liang Shengdi worked so hard to harvest rice and plant rice seedlings, but in the end she didn't even have a bite of food. She felt like a joke.
But she was too lazy to argue with Zhang Xiaonv. She was too tired and had no energy to argue.
After eating his portion of six-grain porridge, he took a shower and went to bed.
If you ask her to get up and do something again, you're dreaming.
Originally, after this double harvest, Zhang Xiaonv thought that Liang Shengdi’s laziness was over, and even Lin Wenxuan thought that Liang Shengdi had figured it out.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the double harvest season was over, she started spending most of the day lying in bed again.
Zhang Xiaonu was so angry that she stood at the door of their inner room and started to curse.
"You just lie in bed and slack off every day! And you even think about eating dry food! How can you have such beautiful thoughts!
Do you think you are the emperor's wife? You don't have to do anything and just wait for people to feed you!
Our Lin family is so unlucky! We married a daughter-in-law like you and brought her home! "
"Mom!" Lin Wenxuan was really troubled by the constant quarrels at home. "Shengdi is not working again! Didn't she just come back from the fields yesterday? She hasn't had a good night's sleep in so many days! Can't you let her rest a little longer?"
"She still says she hasn't rested? What does it mean to rest? Whose wife is as lazy as her?"
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Liang Shengdi listened to the quarrel between the mother and son without even lifting her eyelids. She changed her position and continued to sleep.
"You're talking as if I work and you'll give me food."
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