When she opened her eyes again, her arms were so sore she couldn't lift them, and her whole body ached.
She didn't wake up until the sun was already high in the sky.
I just woke up, and I can't even get up!
None of the arms or legs were hers.
Thinking that there was still some rice left to harvest, Cheng Qingyan sighed and struggled to get up.
He tentatively called out "Wife," but as expected, he received no reply.
Indeed, look at the time, it's already ten o'clock in the morning. Ye Lingyu must have been busy in the fields long ago.
Why didn't they wake me up? Did they think I wasn't helpful? Or did they want me to sleep a little longer?
There was still some rice left in the pot for myself, just plain porridge and an egg, which was quite a feast.
Cheng Qingyan finished eating quickly and hurried to the fields.
I can't let everyone's opinion of me change just yesterday, and then I mess up again, right?
When they arrived at the field, Ye Lingyu had already harvested most of the remaining rice.
The rice scoop I borrowed yesterday isn't in the field today.
Cheng Qingyan walked over and bent down to cut rice with Ye Lingyu: "Why didn't you wake me up this morning?"
Ye Lingyu kept working, cutting a handful of rice and placing it aside.
"I called out, but you told me to get out of here, and you wanted to sleep a little longer."
Cheng Qingyan's expression cracked: "Ah, maybe I'm dreaming. How could I possibly ask you to get out of my way? I'd rather get out of my way myself."
Ye Lingyu didn't reply. In the morning, she did call Cheng Qingyan, but Cheng Qingyan did tell her to get lost.
So she came to the fields early in the morning; she couldn't sleep until noon like Cheng Qingyan.
The rice needs to be harvested, threshed, and hulled; these are all tasks that need to be done!
Cheng Qingyan can choose not to do these things, but Ye Lingyu cannot.
She needed to live, needed to eat, and didn't want to go hungry, so she had no choice but to work hard.
Cheng Qingyan waited for a while, but when she realized that Ye Lingyu hadn't replied, she pressed on, "Did I really say such a bastard thing?"
Ye Lingyu stood up, her face expressionless, and just looked at her before nodding.
Oh! What a tragedy!
In the past, when her friends woke her up, she would just tell them to get out. But today, she's had that bad habit again and actually told Ye Lingyu to get out too!
Good heavens! What on earth did she do?!
"Sorry, I was half asleep and thought it was... I won't do it again."
Ye Lingyu replied nonchalantly, "It's alright, no need to apologize."
Cheng Qingyan still felt somewhat guilty. She was living in someone else's house, eating their food, and yet she told them to get lost.
How could her 37-degree mouth utter such cold and bastardly words? What a sin!
Cheng Qingyan was at a loss for what to do. Although the original owner and Ye Lingyu were husband and wife, she was not familiar enough with Ye Lingyu to the point that they could call each other bastards.
If Ye Lingyu misunderstands her because of this, then all her efforts will be in vain.
No one knows how Ye Lingyu got up and came to the field. It's not even eleven o'clock yet, and she has almost finished harvesting the last bit.
Since there are no threshing racks available, the harvested rice can only be carried in bundles to the threshing ground.
There were no oxcarts or handcarts; all the work had to be done by hand. In this era without technology, farming was truly hard work.
They toiled in the fields, facing the loess soil and turning their backs to the sky, just so they could have food to eat when they were hungry and clothes to wear when they were cold.
I don't know how long the harvest from these two acres will last for the two of them.
With Cheng Qingyan's help, Ye Lingyu quickly finished harvesting the rice. Seeing the two of them carrying the rice bit by bit to the threshing ground, the village lent them any spare carts they had.
Normally, Cheng Qingyan's family wouldn't only have four mu of land. It was only after she and her brothers separated from the family that she was left with four mu of land.
Cheng Qingyan was unaware of the original owner's past dealings with the Cheng brothers and had no intention of pursuing the matter further.
Now she has her own space, and Ye Lingyu is very hardworking. She believes that as long as they work together, with her mind far ahead of the 21st century, they will surely make their lives prosperous.
With the help of the handcart, the rice in the field was collected in just a few loads.
The threshing scoop that Ye Lingyu had borrowed earlier was taken back by the owner, so she borrowed another family's scoop from the threshing ground.
Cheng Qingyan swung her aching arms, feeling that both arms were completely numb. Only by experiencing this kind of hardship firsthand can one truly appreciate the importance of technology!
Previously, all she saw on her phone was mechanized farming, and some people she knew even said that farmers had a really comfortable life.
Every year, as long as the seeds are sown during the planting season, you can play as you please; you only need to harvest the grain during the harvest season.
She knew before that farming also involved weeding, spraying pesticides, and tilling. But all of that was done with machinery, and she didn't know how much money could be earned from one acre of land.
Now I just want to say to that person who once said that farmers are lazy and that they can go play after they've finished farming: xxxx!
I have no right to comment without having experienced it myself.
Black soil and yellow soil have different values, and farming in plains and mountains is different. They are all for farming, but the differences are countless.
Those terraced fields, those small plots of land, are on the mountains and under the forests. Machines can't navigate those rugged and narrow mountain paths; they rely on human labor.
When she first arrived, she thought this was some small mountain village in her homeland. Even in the technologically advanced 21st century, she still thought so. So, in fact, if you moved Mengjia Village to some mountain village in the 21st century, Mengjia Village would still not be developed enough.
There are no buses running, no running water, and you can't order takeout.
The current Mengjia Village is almost exactly like the place where she was imprisoned in a camp by that cheap father.
The only difference is that she can now move around freely, talk to people, and control her own schedule.
Oh, and you can also choose to farm.
All things considered, it's much better than being in that closed camp.
After a busy day, Ye Lingyu didn't ask her to go to the threshing ground again tonight.
Their family has less land, so they naturally have less farm work to do than other families. They can also finish the work faster and go home to rest earlier.
While making dinner, Ye Lingyu kneaded the dough and said that they would have noodles for dinner.
Hand-pulled noodles—even in modern times, Cheng Qingyan had only ever eaten hand-pulled noodles made by her maternal grandmother when she was a child.
The thought of hand-pulled noodles piqued her interest.
The seeds I sowed in the yard are just starting to sprout, and it's another day without vegetables...
The noodles were simple, seasoned only with salt and a little bit of lard, and they made Cheng Qingyan's mouth water as soon as they came out of the pot.
When Cheng Qingyan made pancakes last time, she discovered that the flour from this period made the pasta dishes even darker than her face.
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