On June 20th, Chi Xingyue sat under the pomegranate tree in Qingfeng Courtyard, enjoying the breeze and drinking watermelon juice.
She took the watermelon juice from the space and put it in a mug that she had specially made by a craftsman.
The cup, with its unique shape and practicality, quickly became popular among the Ling family.
This order also earned Chi Xingyue a generous design fee.
Mugs began to appear in teahouses and restaurants in Yunrou County.
Some families even bought the limited edition products launched by Chi Xingyue.
After drinking a glass of watermelon juice, Erzhu came back from outside, sweating all over.
Chi Xingyue asked him to drink some water before continuing, but Erzhu just responded and ran away with the pot full of mung bean soup.
That’s right, we’re harvesting wheat today.
Ling Jiheng asked the village farmer for advice and originally planned to harvest two days later, but it was extremely hot these two days and he always felt damp.
Ling Jiheng was afraid of rain, so he didn't care about the production.
After discussing it with my family, I got busy.
Except for Chi Xingyue who was making summer-heat soup at home and Aunt Taohua who was cooking at home, the rest of the people went out to harvest all the wheat in a short time.
The Ling family was so powerful that other families soon followed suit.
Except for the elderly, the young, the sick, the disabled and pregnant women, almost everyone works in the fields.
In ancient times without mechanization, every grain of food had to be obtained through labor.
There is no room for waste.
The old lady and the old man are already old, and they should be resting at home.
But the old couple felt bored at home, so they took Wan Chunqin and a few other children to do something within their ability - picking wheat ears.
At first, they thought it was quite interesting, but soon, the old couple's waists couldn't take it anymore.
They supported each other and sat on the mats prepared for them by Ling Jiheng, drinking tea and watching the younger generations busy themselves.
Ling Jiheng and Ling Jiyi swung their sickles with great vigor, while Ling Weiwei and Ling Mingyue jumped around like little sparrows.
As she watched, the old lady smiled and for a moment forgot about her two darling grandchildren who had gone away to join the army.
The villagers were the same. After so many days, they had long forgotten the unfavored one in the family and immersed themselves in their new lives.
However, Song Lizheng sighed and said that the harvest this year was poor and after paying the taxes, he was afraid that there would not be much grain left.
After working hard for several months, you still have to go hungry in the end.
He discussed the issue of food with Ling Jiheng.
The taxes set by the imperial court must be paid and cannot be evaded in any way.
The rest is up to you.
On the one hand, they went to the mountains to dig wild vegetables, pick mushrooms, and look for everything that could fill their stomachs and stockpile them.
On the other hand, I continued to grow mushrooms, selling half and drying the other half.
If the amount is large, it can also save lives.
Qingshan Village has always been the focus of the surrounding villages. People were quite surprised to hear that the harvest was "early" here.
People from various villages came to inquire about the news, and they all felt a little weird after returning.
When asked by the villagers, I found out that they were afraid of rain.
Many people cursed and swore, but after some hesitation, they honestly harvested the wheat.
After all, Qingshan Village’s prediction has not been wrong so far.
The sound of oxcarts came from afar. The Ling family members put down their sickles and looked towards the source of the sound.
Erzhu parked the car under a tree and called everyone to come over and drink soup.
The mung bean soup cooked by Chi Xingyue is refreshing and thirst-quenching, and very delicious.
The most important thing is that just a few sips can dispel most of the fatigue in your body.
It seemed as if he had infinite energy, and he worked from dawn to dusk without ever getting tired.
Of course, Ling Jiheng is not that abnormal, and he still needs to let his family rest.
With Chi Xingyue's space as a backup, he didn't care much about the harvest from the fields.
But I still have to pretend so as not to arouse others' suspicion.
As the sky grew darker, Ling Jiren sounded the retreat.
Chi Xingyue put the cherry pits on the table into the space, stretched, and prepared to greet the heroes, when he saw a flash of light.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, as if exploding in my ears.
A gust of evil wind blew, carrying dust towards Chi Xingyue's eyes.
He quickly used his hand to block it, and after a moment he opened his eyes, he found that her hair was messy and her clothes were dusty.
There was a "Puh, Puh, Puh" sound coming from outside the yard. It must be that he was caught off guard and swallowed the sand into his mouth.
Chi Xingyue tidied up her clothes and came to Rongsiyuan, where she saw that the Ling family members were all covered in dust and looked even more miserable than herself.
Following behind were several ox carts, which were packed with harvested wheat.
Ling Yi, Jin Bao, Er Zhu, Shun Zi and Qi Zi carried the sack into the wing room together.
Then untie the rope and spread the ears of wheat on the ground so that they won't be damaged.
Tonight, Aunt Taohua stewed braised pork and roasted eggplant, and added smashed cucumbers and vinegar-fried peanuts. The group of people ate to their heart's content.
After the meal, the bowls were delivered, and another flash of light appeared. Chi Xingyue shuddered, then walked back to Qingfeng Courtyard as if nothing had happened.
I sat in the house and chatted with Ling Jiheng. When it was getting late, I went into the space to pick some fruit.
There is no need to cultivate sweet potato seedlings recently, nor is there any need to chase the thugs to copy books.
Chi Xingyue is quite leisurely every day. He is used to coming in to punch in, taking a walk and then going to bed.
Ling Jiheng was also moved by the lush orchard.
I also lamented several times why the trees around the yard only grew leaves but no flowers.
Chi Xingyue chuckled: "They are still saplings, how can they bear fruit? The earliest they can bear fruit is next year!"
Ling Jiheng had no choice but to accept it, but he actually enjoyed the fun of picking.
Every day I have to carry a small basket to the yard to pick fruits. I don’t eat them after I pick them, but send them to the police station and health center for preservation.
Today was the same, I went back and forth several times before I finally felt at ease.
Then I went to the bathroom to wash up, left the room, and went to sleep.
In Qingshan Village, people who had been busy all day heard the rumbling sound of thunder before they could even finish their dishes.
Everyone was so scared that their faces turned pale, fearing heavy rain or floods.
As a result, after waiting for more than an hour, there was no rain. Instead, the clouds slowly dispersed under the influence of the wind.
Song Lizheng knelt down and bowed to the outside: "Thank God!"
In fact, they really had to thank God because the wind blew from south to north and reached Bei Liao.
Who could have imagined that a rain would come down so suddenly.
Without any preparation, the wheat that had finally matured was soaked.
Those with bad properties were smashed into the soil and disappeared with the water flow.
The Northern Liao King was so angry that he slammed the table and shouted, "God is blind! When the rain stops, I will definitely give Zhou's army a good beating!"
The general said, "Your Majesty, do not act rashly, or you will put the Zhou army on guard. According to informants in Yunrou County, they are currently harvesting wheat."
Let's wait for a while until they have dried the grain, and then catch them off guard.
By then, we can both save face and solve this winter's food crisis."
The King of Northern Liao took a deep breath and decided to accept the suggestion.
Unexpectedly, the news here also reached Zhou's army.
General Zhou snorted coldly, "Just those idiots from Northern Liao? Forget it, even God isn't on their side!"
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