This year's harvest is good, with plump rice grains. It is estimated that one mu (unit of land area) can produce about three shi (unit of dry measure) of rice.
According to conservative estimates, three shi (a unit of dry measure) is about 350-360 jin (a unit of weight), and two mu (a unit of land area) would yield nearly 700-800 jin (a unit of weight) of rice. It is indeed a bumper year.
The people in the fields all had smiles on their faces.
After a year of hard work, the harvest is the best reward for the working people.
Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu didn't go back for lunch today because they bought some flour in town last time.
He started eating the flatbread right there in the shade of the trees on the edge of the field. At Cheng Qingyan's request, the flatbread had eggs added to the dough and was sprinkled with finely chopped scallions.
Although it was cold, it was still better than the hard, dry biscuits that the people next to me were eating.
Those who rested with Cheng Qingyan and her group could only feel that Cheng Qingyan's pancakes seemed to taste better than theirs.
The family chewed on the hard, dry biscuits, taking a bite and then a sip of water.
Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu's pancakes didn't seem that hard, and they both thought they tasted really good.
The more he ate, the less he felt he could swallow the dry biscuits in his hand, so he simply started drinking water instead.
Cheng Qingyan didn't pay attention to any of this. She hadn't rested all morning and was so exhausted that she was now collapsed on the ground and didn't want to get up at all.
Ye Lingyu did not call her to get up, but instead threshed the rice on a borrowed threshing rack.
They don't have their own rice husks yet, so they have to borrow from others for now.
In order not to delay other people's use, she could only thresh the harvested rice as quickly as possible.
Some families thresh the rice directly in the field, saving the time of transporting the rice to the drying ground.
Their field isn't far from the threshing ground, so they brought it here and left it there first.
This afternoon we still need to harvest the remaining rice, and my back, which has been bent over for so long, needs to stand up and stretch.
Using a threshing scoop to thresh rice is a way to get some exercise without interrupting farm work—a win-win situation.
Seeing this, Cheng Qingyan could no longer rest and came to the field to help Ye Lingyu thresh the rice.
"Wife, we'll take this to the field this afternoon, which will save us some time transporting the rice."
Ye Lingyu slammed the rice stalks in her hand and said, "This rice scoop is borrowed. I don't know when the owner will come to ask for it back. If we want to use it in the field, we have to finish harvesting the rice quickly."
Otherwise, we might not know if there will be a place for their family to dry their grain in the threshing ground.
"Then let's take turns this afternoon and hurry up and harvest the remaining rice in the field."
Ye Lingyu nodded. There was still a little over an acre of unharvested rice left in the field. This morning, with Cheng Qingyan's help, only a tiny bit of rice remained on that acre.
If I work hard this afternoon, I might be able to finish before dark.
This way, they could thresh the millet while others were resting at night.
The weather is nice today, which is good for drying rice. However, there is no shade when harvesting rice in the fields, so it is also very sunny.
Cheng Qingyan drank a whole pot of water in one afternoon, and the pot was completely empty.
Farming is really tiring!
I really can't understand it. When I was online before, there were always people saying that if they couldn't stay in the city, they would go back to farm.
Is farming really that simple?
However, this is ancient times. You see, even threshing requires violence. There is no mechanized equipment to save manpower.
From sowing to harvesting, it's all done by hand.
Those with better conditions have an old ox at home that can help pull the rice and plow the fields.
Those with poor conditions could only carry the grain little by little onto a cart, and then pull it to the threshing ground by hand.
Those with even worse conditions, like her family, could only carry the rice to the threshing ground little by little on their own.
It's the busy farming season, and everyone's farm tools are constantly in use!
Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and the rice in the field was finally harvested by nightfall.
Cheng Qingyan collapsed on the edge of the field, too exhausted to even move a finger.
Someone who has never done farm work before has blisters on their hands today, and their waist and arms feel like they don't belong to them anymore.
She hadn't done much work yet; Ye Lingyu did most of the work in the fields, but she never complained of being tired.
I've finally come to truly understand the saying, "Children from poor families learn to be independent early."
She rarely saw things like harvesting rice online before she transmigrated here.
Nowadays, farming is mostly fully automated and mechanized. There are very few places that still rely on manual labor to solve farming problems.
In extremely remote mountainous areas, the tradition of manual planting and harvesting may still be preserved.
Thinking about how this is the origin of rice, one can't help but sigh at how difficult it is to get a meal of white rice!
Ye Lingyu saw Cheng Qingyan lying motionless on the ground and rushed over to check on him.
Seeing that she was just resting, I breathed a sigh of relief.
If this person is worked to death, it will be a loss for them.
"It's evening, and the ground is cold. Why don't you lie down on the straw over there? I'm going back to cook now, and I'll bring it to you later."
She lay there watching Ye Lingyu, who was bent over, and longed to reach out and pull her to lie down with her for a while.
Ye Lingyu must get tired too, right?
"No, no, I'll go back with you."
Cheng Qingyan jumped up in a flash. How many days could she stay this tired? She wasn't going to work herself to death!
The new kitchen hasn't been used yet.
Looking at the semi-open kitchen, Cheng Qingyan was very satisfied.
This way, you won't have to worry about choking while cooking, poor ventilation, or getting wet in the rain.
I cooked rice again tonight. Now that we have two pots, we can cook rice and stir-fry vegetables at the same time, which saves a lot of time.
Today's dish was made with a section of lotus root given to us by the family in Hehu. We also had some meat from yesterday, so we stir-fried lotus root with shredded pork.
The moment the rice and vegetables were cooked, Cheng Qingyan's mouth watered uncontrollably.
We had a new pot and new bowls and chopsticks, and we ate dinner in the main room that evening.
I ate my dinner sitting on a stool, leaning over the new table!
By the way, their family can afford candles now.
This also ended the days of eating in the dark for so long after the time travel.
The dim candlelight illuminated the small space.
The food on the table smelled delicious, and although no one spoke, the atmosphere was exceptionally warm and cozy.
After finishing her meal and taking a short rest, Ye Lingyu said to Cheng Qingyan, who was still lying there, "You rest at home for a while, I'll go to the threshing ground first."
She didn't plan to let Cheng Qingyan go to the threshing ground anymore. In the previous few years, she had done all the farm work in the fields by herself.
Cheng Qingyan helped her this year, which already reduced her farm work considerably; she can't ask for anything more.
Cheng Qingyan ate a big meal tonight and was still feeling a bit bloated. She wanted to take a shower in her space, but then she thought she was too full and decided against it.
Ye Lingyu had just stepped out the door when she followed her out.
Sensing someone behind her, Ye Lingyu turned around and found Cheng Qingyan.
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