"It's so hot and humid, we can't work fast. We definitely won't be able to finish the harvest during the day. We'll probably have to work all night. Old woman, go home and make some pancakes and porridge to fill your stomach first. Harvesting grain is hard work, and you won't be able to finish it if you don't eat enough."
While the man of the house was harvesting crops in the fields, the woman would go home to cook.
I couldn’t bear to eat the pork I had eaten before, so I wanted to save it for another day, so I pickled it with salt. Now I don’t feel sorry about it anymore, so I use it to give the men some energy.
In addition to the busy adults, many children also returned home from the fields and delivered the dry food and water bottles prepared by their mothers to the fields in a timely manner.
There were also some half-grown children who followed the adults' example and picked up sickles to harvest rice.
Rural children have been accustomed to harvesting grain since childhood, and they are no worse than adults at doing the work.
The water that had been stored had evaporated after half a month because the weather was so hot. The dry and cracked fields were so hot under the sun that it was burning my feet.
"Hiss...it's so hot."
"Yes, my feet are very hot. It's not hot at all without shoes."
Li Laogen's feet were scalded and blistered, so he had to jump and climb onto the edge of the field to put on his shoes.
"If we hadn't brought water from the mountains to irrigate the rice, I'm sure all the rice would have dried up."
The villagers who were harvesting crops in the fields at this moment were secretly grateful to Li Mengyue for coming up with the bamboo pipes to divert water and the waterwheel.
Li Laogen bent over and cut rice for a while before he stood up and pounded his waist with his hand.
Looking up, there are endless rice fields with people bending over to harvest.
He suddenly became anxious and didn't dare to rest any longer. He picked up the sickle and started cutting.
"Dad, you've just recovered from your illness, so don't overwork yourself. You load the harvested rice onto the cart, and Erzhuang and I will harvest it."
"Yes, Dad, if you can't sit still, just load the truck instead of going to the fields to harvest rice."
Li Laogen looked at his two honest and simple sons and understood their filial piety.
He was also aware of his physical condition and was not suitable for excessive exertion, so he put down the sickle.
I started loading the harvested rice onto the car with my wife.
"I didn't feel that way before, but now that we have Mengyue in the village, I feel much more at ease. I no longer worry about going hungry this winter." Goudan's mother said with emotion after cutting for a while.
He wiped the sweat off his face with a headscarf and continued working.
"That's right. Villages like Lotus Village and Peach Blossom Village envy our village." Goudan's father echoed.
"There's nothing to be envious of. As long as Li An and Wan Niang are in our village, Meng Yue will not leave."
"Hey, my father, do you think Zhulin Village will also collect grain this time?"
"I'm not sure. I think the village chief has given some grain to Zhulin Village. If Zhu Lei believes it, he will let their village collect it as well. If he doesn't believe it, then he won't collect it."
"Uh-huh."
Even though they were all from the same town, Goudan's mother had never met Zhu Lei, the village chief of Zhulin Village. She only heard that this man was very ruthless, and that was how he developed a village with only two or three hundred people into a large village with two thousand people.
"Why do you care about so many things? There is so much work to do in the fields, and you don't feel tired." Goudan's father spoke while cutting rice quickly.
"Yes, we have no business in other villages, so let's harvest the rice quickly!"
"Dad, Mom, Sister, I'm here to bring you some water."
Li Goudan, with his small body, was carrying a large water bottle with difficulty and shouting towards the field.
"Oh, my dear son, I'm here to bring water to Daddy."
Goudan's father had this son after he had seven daughters, and he treasured him very much.
Seeing his son delivering water, he stuck his sickle into the ground, stopped working, and picked up Goudan.
During the day, the seven villages were busy harvesting grain. I didn't feel tired, nor did I feel that time passed quickly.
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