Upon hearing this, no one dared to speak, and they silently began to work.
The terrain in Zhuangzi was already slightly sloping, and there was no fertilizer, so the wheat seedlings were thin, short, and sparse, making it easy to harvest the wheat with a sickle.
The reason why we need to rush the harvest is because we need to be fast.
All the hard work of a year is concentrated in these wheat fields. If they get rained on, the wheat will be soaked or moldy, and few people can bear the consequences.
Therefore, when the tenants learned of the speed of the scythe, they went mad.
Everyone watched the Huang family members, who were sweating profusely, with eager anticipation, wishing they could take their place.
That's practically cheating; one person can do the work of seven or eight.
"Master," Old Han looked at Jiang Nuan expectantly, "what is this? It's amazing! Can I have a taste of it too?"
“This is called a saber, it’s just been made,” Jiang Nuan handed it over. “Try it out and see if you can use it. There are a few spares in the car.”
"Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss."
Old Han reverently took the sickle and, imitating Jiang Nuan, lifted it forward, instantly filling the net with straw.
He immediately grinned from ear to ear, "Good stuff, really good stuff."
He lovingly stroked the sickle, as if it were some priceless treasure, with deep affection and tenderness.
It gave me goosebumps.
"Old Han, let me try too," the dark-skinned man said eagerly.
"Wait a minute, I haven't had enough yet!"
After finishing speaking, Old Han walked forward without looking back.
Seeing this, Jiang Nuan took out a spare and said, "You can take turns using it. If you don't have any, take the cut straw to the threshing ground to dry."
She didn't shirk her work either, and took another one.
She had used a scythe before, but her arms would go limp after just a few strokes.
With the rapid improvement in physical fitness, the previously overloaded scythes have become easier to use, even easier than sickles.
The others did the same; Xie hummed a little tune as she swept forward, as if she were walking in her own vegetable garden.
This also gives others a misconception.
When you actually need it, you realize that you really need some strength.
They were immediately surprised to see the Huang family women wrapped up so tightly.
In May, the scorching sun beats down on the earth.
Golden wheat swayed in the wind, and the aroma of earth mixed with the scent of wheat filled the air.
Busy people, covered in sweat but all with smiles, share the joy of the harvest and dream about dumplings, steamed buns, and big meat buns.
The sweetness in my heart gradually swallowed up the bitterness of life.
Sweat was mixed with a strong sense of hope.
As noon approached, an enticing aroma filled the air, and the group gradually slowed down their movements.
Huang Laoda walked into the crowd and shouted, "Everyone, stop for a moment and come eat!"
"Should we eat together too?" Old Han asked incredulously.
In previous years, it was always delivered by family members.
After all, you're working for yourself, and the employer isn't obligated to provide meals.
"Come on, come on," Old Huang added with a smile, "Women too, everyone who comes to work in the fields will be provided with a meal."
"real?"
“Of course it’s true,” Huang Xiaosan replied with a smile. “If the children were here, we’d let them come too.”
Because these tenant farmers are kind, honest, and hardworking, he doesn't mind extending the greatest goodwill.
However, it doesn't make much difference whether you have a few more or fewer pieces of food.
As his horizons broadened, so did his mind.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master Han was very happy. The old man shamelessly agreed."
They thought that changing employers would mean even greater hardship for these tenants, but fate had other plans and they met kind people.
The rent has decreased, and they've even given us a lot of nice things. Now they're even having us eat together.
What a kind person!
Despite his many feelings, the shrewd and experienced Old Han didn't show them, and happily invited the group to eat.
The harvest was a heavy task, and the intense labor couldn't be done without some sustenance. Jiang Nuan had the meals prepared for her to be particularly substantial: large white steamed buns and stewed meat.
Fearing that some people might not be able to handle too much oil, I added a lot of dried vegetables.
There's also mung bean soup to cool you down, with brown sugar added and then placed in a well to cool; when you open the lid, a wisp of cool air escapes.
Those who eat it feel both happy and satisfied.
To make the most of the meal, the group worked tirelessly in the afternoon, their sickles never stopping, and they took turns when someone got tired.
The results were also very encouraging. In just one day, nearly 20 acres were harvested, and a small portion of them were cut.
Looking at the land where only wheat stubble remained, Jiang Nuan sighed: No wonder they say many hands make light work, this is more than just light, it's practically shooting into the sky.
Grateful for their efficiency, Jiang Nuan prepared another meal that evening.
Immediately, everyone was eager to finish the work without sleep, and the family had to use all their persuasion to convince the man to stop.
After arriving home, Xie couldn't help but slump into a chair, saying, "These people are too competitive. I can't compete with them, I really can't."
At first, she was unconvinced, but later she became completely desperate.
He clearly got the scythe first and was initially more than ten feet ahead of the others, but soon he was left far behind and drifted further and further away.
They were all like they'd been injected with chicken blood.
“It’s perfectly normal,” Grandma Jiang couldn’t help but shake her head. “They’re experienced farmers, they’re definitely faster than you.”
Grandma Jiang looked at her grandson and granddaughter-in-law with satisfaction, and couldn't help but smile.
Even though their families are better off, they are still willing to work hard without complaining or being lazy. They are all good children!
That's the point; you can never let yourself become useless.
"I estimate we can finish harvesting by the day after tomorrow," Jiang Nuan thought to herself, "and put the grain into storage within seven days."
It was half a month faster than I expected.
Both the speed of the scythe and the efficiency of the tenant farmers exceeded her expectations.
“Oh, right,” Xie suddenly remembered something, “Mother, should the rent this time be 50% or 40%?”
"Forty percent!"
"We won't have much left, will we?"
After calculating in her mind, Xie suddenly realized that her family might only have a few thousand catties of food, and with the cost of food for the past few days, they might even lose money.
His face immediately darkened.
“There are more than 20 mu that haven’t been rented out,” Jiang Nuan shook her head. “Even after paying the taxes, it’s enough for our family’s needs.”
He paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered the extra servants and quickly changed his words, "We might need to buy some more grain."
The cost of feeding dozens of people is no small amount.
Sure enough, there's still not enough land; we need to keep buying.
"Buy more grain," Grandma Huang suggested, "enough to last two years, just in case something unexpected happens."
Having food at home brings peace of mind; no matter the time, food is what fills our stomachs.
"Yes, we'll buy it once the grain arrives."
"Should we buy two more donkeys?" Old Huang suggested. "We'll be traveling more often, so having two more vehicles will be more convenient."
"Go and talk to Xiao Liu. If it agrees, that's fine. Otherwise, it will bully you and make you run away."
"Little Six is getting more and more unruly," Huang Lao Er said, his teeth aching at the thought of him. "He's not even as good as those dogs."
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