In the end, Zhang was unable to come to any conclusion. The busy farming season arrived in the blink of an eye. All the other families in the village had already gone to the fields to harvest wheat. In previous years, most of the farm work in the Yu family's fields was done by the first and second wives. But now, because old man Yu refused to agree to use the public funds to send Yu Zhizhou to the county school, Zhang was angry and made the excuse that the first wife and her husband were sick and could not go to the fields.
Yu Ruhai was angry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only arrange for the people from the second and third rooms to go to the fields to harvest the wheat first.
The third couple were not good at working. After they had only cut two bundles of wheat, they started to complain of back and leg pain and sat down under a big tree on the edge of the field to take a rest.
Song wiped the sweat off her face with a cloth. She didn't dare say anything to the Zhao couple. She just bent over and worked silently.
Yu Fuling had been used to farm work since she was a child, so she was very good at harvesting wheat and worked very efficiently. Yu Jiao had never harvested wheat before, so she held the sickle and imitated Song, gathered a handful of wheat, and started harvesting.
The sharp sickle in Song's hand seemed particularly blunt to Yu Jiao. Yu Fuling had already cut a large piece, but Yu Jiao only cut a small bundle.
Yu Hanshan, who was lying on the ridge of the field, grabbed the kettle and took a sip of water, then handed it to Zhao. Zhao drank it up and shouted to Yu Jiao in the field, "Meng Yujiao, why are you dragging your feet? Are you trying to be lazy? Hurry up and harvest, or you won't have any food to eat tonight!"
Yu Jiao turned around and glanced at her, then continued to cut the wheat with the sickle in hand. She could handle a scalpel well, so she didn't believe that this sickle would be difficult for her.
Seeing that she was lagging far behind, Yu Fuling turned around and came to Yu Jiao's side. While she was cutting the wheat skillfully, she demonstrated to Yu Jiao, "This is how you should use the sickle. Just pull it back along the force.
Yu Jiao did as she said, and the cutting became much easier.
Yu Fuling asked curiously, "You've never harvested wheat at home before?"
Yu Jiao shook her head. "My family has no land. When my father was alive, he rented two acres of land, and he did all the work on the land by himself."
When Meng Qingyun was alive, he doted on Yu Jiao and rarely let her do the rough housework, let alone farm work. He never let her touch any part of it.
After Meng Qingyun passed away, Liu Sanniang could not afford the rent for the land, and the two acres of land in the family had long been returned.
Yu Fuling felt a little sad for a moment. No wonder Meng Yujiao's hands were so delicate and tender without even a callus. She must have enjoyed a very happy life when she was a girl at home.
Zhao and Yu Hanshan rested on the edge of the field for a long time before going back to the field. After working for a while, they decided it was time for lunch and went home directly.
Song went to the field and picked up the kettle to drink some water, only to find that there was only one sip left in the kettle. She pursed her dry lips and handed the kettle to Yu Jiao, "Meng girl, drink some water."
Yu Jiao shook her head. Although she didn't have mysophobia, she felt uncomfortable because Zhao and Yu Hanshan had previously drunk water directly from the spout of the kettle.
Seeing Yu Jiao's face soaked with sweat, Yu Fuling's back was also soaked with sweat, and their faces were sunburned red, Song said with some distress, "You should all go home and rest first, and come back with your uncle after lunch."
Yu Fuling said, "Mom, I'm not tired. I'll cut with you for a while longer."
"Go back quickly and help your third aunt cook. Bring two pots of water when you come over in the afternoon." Song urged with a smile.
Thinking that Zhao rarely cooked in recent years and her aunt was ill, Yu Fuling had to go back with Yu Jiao first.
After the two men left, Song looked at the large wheat field and felt a little worried. Now that the men in the family could not work, she had to work harder. Song did not dare to rest, but picked up the sickle, bent down and continued to work.
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