Repeating the same action over and over again is like cleaning the earth's entire body.
"Mom, let me take your place. You take a rest." After another hour, Da Wa ran to Xia Manni and said.
Xia Manni did not refuse. She gave the sickle to Dawa and went to prepare to carry the rice she had just bundled back to the field.
They planned to thresh the rice directly in the field and then carry the rice grains back home.
They didn't have a cart at home, so they tried to lighten the burden as much as possible.
As for the rest of the process, they had to do it at home, so they decided to carry home as much as they could cut, otherwise if they threw it on the ground, it would be a bargain for the homeless people.
When going to the fields today, Xia Manni heard a few aunts chatting and saying that it was time to be tired and worried again.
The tiredness comes from harvesting, and the worry comes from storing the rice when I get home.
When storing, you not only have to guard against mice, but also against thieves.
Some of them are bad guys who want to get something for nothing and are waiting for this moment.
Xia Manni took it to heart and thought that she would have to be more careful when the time comes.
By noon, not even a quarter of the land had been completed.
Xia Manni estimated that it would take three days to complete the land.
She called all the children over and prepared to have lunch in the field.
It’s called lunch, but it’s actually just boiled water and pancakes. But for farmers who are exhausted from farm work, it doesn’t matter what they eat.
"Hey, isn't this Xia Erlangzi? You can actually eat pancakes at home now."
"Hey, idiot, can you use a sickle?"
"Hahahaha, you'll ruin the rice with your stupidity."
A group of mocking voices came from nearby. The "Erlangzi" they were talking about was Erwa.
The words of several people made Erwa stand up and said angrily: "You bastard, come over and fight me if you dare."
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