Chapter 198 Summer Harvest
A ten-year-old boy?
If someone else heard this, they would definitely call it "wishful thinking"!
But Diao had heard Mr. Qi repeat this sentence in school before: "Where there is a will, there is a way."
I think there should be some truth in it.
The old lady didn't understand the difficulty of studying, nor did she know the hardships of a career in officialdom. She only had complete trust in her granddaughter. Since she dared to let the third child take the examination for the tongsheng, she must have someone to rely on.
The brat listens to his eldest sister the most.
I can't bear to let Chen Chunxing lose face.
As soon as Diao came back, all the quarrels came to an end. She was not the type to spoil her children. No matter how much she talked, it was better to do something practical.
After hearing that they were going to move to the county town, the old lady gathered everyone together without hesitation and asked them to hurry up and harvest the crops in the fields.
Then you have to plow the land.
She had heard from her granddaughter that the land in this narrow village would be given to someone to grow medicinal herbs, high-yield crops, and exotic fruits and vegetables...
You can tell it's a precious thing just by listening to it.
No one has too much good stuff. Even if there is no way to sell it, everyone will feel happy if they eat it themselves.
The poorer people are, the more they yearn for things that should not belong to them.
After harvesting the crops, we have to pack up.
It’s not like when we first moved here, when every household was penniless and anyone could get around with just their bare hands.
Although the Shen family controlled the bulk of the profits, the villagers still kept some of the small money they had previously earned from setting up stalls at the market.
After all, I have lived in this area for half a year, so I have to buy some things for my home.
Especially after more pottery workshops appeared in the village, anyone could buy a large set of clay pots, water jugs, and teacups as long as they were willing to put in some effort and spend a little money.
Lao Wang and Lao Song are here to make contributions. Now, apart from Chen Chunxing and Diao, they are the most popular people in the village.
If you think about it carefully, there are still a lot of things waiting to be done.
Time waits for no one.
The old lady only rested for one night before mobilizing the entire village.
"See what's in the fields? The sooner we pick them, the faster we can make wine. Even if business in the county is good, the profits can't be shared by everyone. The only way is to expand this business! Expand it far and wide! Only then can our entire village live a good life!"
The sun is shining brightly.
Diao stood on the cart and gave some inspiring words.
I don’t know where he learned this.
Everybody was very respectful, clapping and cheering, making it seem even more lively than during the Chinese New Year!
After all, you are working for yourself, no one would think of being lazy.
Even Mr. Qi gave the school a holiday so that the older children could help with light chores at home, such as delivering meals.
The children were having fun, running around on the ridges of the fields all day long.
Sometimes I go to this farm to catch crickets, sometimes I go to that farm to catch sparrows...
The happiest person was Shen Yandong. He was a member of the Shen family and naturally became the leader of the children.
The adults would never scold him no matter who they scolded.
On the contrary, at mealtime, they might scramble to catch it and take it back to their own field to eat!
After reading for two days, Chen Chunxing couldn't bear it anymore, so he gathered the children together and insisted that they go back and write an article "Reflections on the Summer Harvest".
Everyone is very confused.
Although there were policy essays in the ancient imperial examinations, it is still too early for children of this age!
"Forcing things to grow is not a good thing." Mr. Qi kept shaking his head.
He is the most typical scholar, who would rather suffer himself than spread the teachings of Confucius and Mencius.
To some extent, he is somewhat similar to He Liangpu.
In order to support more than a dozen children, he went outside the yamen to write petitions for others.
Know how to adapt, but not much.
Mr. Qi has his own opinions on teaching, and sometimes he would complain a little because there are too many "interest courses" in the school.
"Isn't this just a composition assignment? When I was in elementary school, I could write several a week."
Of course, every time this happened, there would always be someone standing up and giving him a mysterious smile.
Just smile at an old man who cannot be beaten or scolded, and whom you may not like but must respect.
"Essay composition? That's a fitting name... What's a primary school? I've only heard of girls' schools... Girl, don't go! Explain it to me again!"
Limpopo was being chased away, and he was slapping himself in the face as he ran.
In the underworld team, except for Chen Chunxing, she is the youngest.
Old Wang and the others could still argue with Mr. Qi, but Lin Popo didn't have that confidence—otherwise, he wouldn't have become a broadcaster in the human world! He couldn't teach his child to be a matchmaker...
Well, maybe it will work?
Since ancient times, especially in the countryside, matchmaker has been a very popular profession.
She was thinking about something and slowed down her pace, but was soon blocked by Mr. Qi.
"Girl, why are you running? I just want to ask, where did you go to school?"
“…”
Linpopo is afraid of this! Can she say that she attended the primary school affiliated to the Normal School?
"Sister, why don't you find a job for Mr. Qi?"
Chen Chunxing was bundling rice. After bundling it, he threw it onto a cart and transported it back home to dry.
He raised his head upon hearing this.
Quite speechless: "If you two are not working, go and write essays with the children."
There are few men in the narrow village, and they all come from poor families. Even though their lives are better now, they have not been able to recover much from their excessive physical exhaustion.
Farm work has always been the most tiring.
Chen Chunxing initially thought that everyone would be happy to spend a little money to ask the bandits for help, but when it really came to this, he understood what Diao's eyes meant.
In the yellow fields, a woman in a headscarf was bent over with fatigue.
The sickle passed over the straw, making a "swish, swish, swish" sound.
A pair of big hands full of traces of time, with several more tiny cracks after long-term labor.
But their eyes are bright.
The heart is also bright.
The sound of people shouting to each other to encourage themselves was like a loud folk song.
Chen Chunxing couldn't tell for a moment whether they were reluctant to spend money or didn't want to give away the joy of the harvest... or perhaps, they wanted to witness it with their own eyes before they could feel at ease.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, rolled up her sleeves, and called up Lao San and A Jiu who were picking rice, asking them to switch with her.
Thinking in my heart.
The road ahead is long and arduous.
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The summer harvest is in full swing.
When Xue Yongan hurried to the narrow village, the battle was almost over.
The young man was somewhat dissatisfied and scolded Chen Chunxing: "You should have let someone notify me."
This guy has such a good foundation that he didn't have time to work in the wild for a few days, but he went back for nothing.
He was obsessed with getting a tan so that he could regain his lost "heroic spirit".
Chen Chunxing had just sent off a cart of sorghum and was drinking water in the shade when he saw Xue Yongan approaching. He pinched his chin with his little hand, which was slightly sweaty.
She slightly raised her pretty face and looked left and right.
"I've seen her a lot, and she seems alright. She's just a bit younger than you used to be, which is just right for my age now."
If you were older, you might worry that people would think you were an old cow eating young grass."
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