Chapter 47 Harvesting "Green Grain" [VIP]
In the main room, two kilograms of cotton bought by Tian Baolai were placed on the table, and three baskets of reed catkins were piled in the corner.
Huang Dongsheng was punished to sit next to three elders and help them thread the needle because he acted first and reported to his mother later.
It's really not his fault; he just wanted to give everyone a surprise.
Besides, no one told him that his mother would make an appointment with his aunts to go cut cattails today.
"Sister, can you please say something for me?" Huang Dongsheng bit the thread end. He had been sitting on the bench sewing for half an hour, and his eyes were dizzy and his hands were shaking.
Chen Yao had no time to speak for him as she was completely focused on making the colorful chicken/feather shuttlecock.
The children in the school also need to combine work and rest while studying. Activities such as kicking shuttlecock, throwing sandbags, throwing handkerchiefs, running exercises and jumping rope to exercise the body must be organized during this winter.
She also has to learn to climb trees from her father.
Chen Yao tied eight tail feathers of different lengths tightly with hemp rope and stuffed them into the holes of two copper coins. She then wrapped the bottom of the shuttlecock with linen cloth and sewed it tightly with needle and thread.
A colorful shuttlecock/feather shuttlecock is ready, and everyone can play with it in the open space in front of the school tomorrow.
Yang Wenying and Tian Baozhu, who were preparing dinner in the kitchen, called Chen Yao to get the dishes and chopsticks. Playing shuttlecock was not as important as eating.
Chen Yao immediately put away the shuttlecock and went to the kitchen to help. As soon as she arrived in the yard, a cold wind blew and she smelled a "fragrance" wafting from the fields.
When the food was served, the women reluctantly stopped sewing and put away the half-finished clothes.
Shen Qingshan and his son, Tanaka Masashi, placed the split bamboo strips against the wall. When they had free time, they would weave bamboo baskets to use in the harvest in the fields after the spring.
At the dinner table.
After Huang Dongsheng heard about his cousin and uncle's experiences in the mountains, he began to talk about the latest happenings in the city.
"Business is booming at Zhiwei Restaurant these days. Today I went to deliver some Ruyi dishes to the owners, Tong and Li. They've decided to start ordering dried tofu skin from us starting next month."
Miao glared at her son, holding her bowl. "How many times have I told you to tell us when you get back with something important? Why did you have to wait until now?"
Huang Dongsheng was not afraid of his mother at all. "Then we have to wait until everyone in the family is here."
Huang Mei rarely picked up food for Huang Dongsheng at the dinner table. "This is a good thing. We have a lot of dried bean curd sheets in stock now. If you need something like this in the future, just agree to it without worry. But have you received the deposit first?"
They are not afraid of hard work or fatigue, but they are afraid of not making money.
Huang Dongsheng stood up with his bowl of rice, took out a piece of paper and a piece of ink from the basket in the corner and placed them on the table.
Miao was so frightened by the sight of the glistening paper that her hands began to tremble. She stepped back with her bowl in hand, fearing that any residue would fall onto the paper.
"I received it. The two shopkeepers, Tong and Li, each gave me a deposit of one or two taels of silver. But didn't my sister give me some money last time and told me to go to the bookstore to buy paper and ink to do the account books? So I used the 160 coins."
Miao stood by and cried out in pain, expressing her pain. Just this little bit of paper and ink cost her one hundred and sixty coins?
"Mother, how can it be one hundred and sixty cents? You really need to study math with your aunts."
Miao hit her son with chopsticks to express her dissatisfaction and did not allow her son to embarrass her in front of everyone. She was just learning slowly, not that she had not learned anything.
Huang Dongsheng handed the remaining one or two taels of silver to Chen Yao and continued to explain to everyone that this piece of paper had nine sheets and cost a total of sixty coins, which was the cheapest. The most expensive was the ink, which cost one hundred and forty coins.
These two items cost a total of three hundred coins.
Chen Yao also thought it was very expensive. No wonder it was difficult for poor families to produce scholars. The ink, paper and inkstone alone were a considerable expense.
"Aunt, Wenying, when your cotton-padded jackets are ready, we will send them to your brother and ask him. Since he can make brushes, he must know about paper and ink as well." Chen Yao's words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
If Yang Jizong could really make paper and ink, the children in the village would not have to worry about studying and writing.
Yang Wenying glanced at Miao, whose eyes sparkled: "Ayao, Wenying, I will be able to finish it the day after tomorrow morning."
Yang Wenying also nodded, but she couldn't guarantee whether her brother could make paper and ink.
"Put it away, Wenying, put it away quickly." Huang Xing wiped the non-existent oil stains on her hands and handed the paper and ink to Yang Wenying.
She had seen Wenying's handwriting in the sandbox. If Zi'an really taught Ayao and the others how to make pens, ink, paper, and inkstones in the future, then her daughter would be able to write as beautifully as Wenying.
Yang Wenying glanced at Chen Yao who was still gnawing on the chicken feet, and thought of the ink stains she had left when she competed with Zhao Xiaofu. She did not refuse and accepted it in person: "I will show it to everyone after I have sorted out the accounts at home."
Everyone rushed to say there was no need to look, we all trusted you.
Hearing this, Yang Wenying felt warm inside, more satisfied than drinking chicken soup.
After dinner, the elders chatted late into the night while making cotton-padded clothes and weaving baskets in the daylight.
Under the guidance of Yang Wenying, the younger generation used
"Are there still many vegetable vendors in the East Market now?" Chen Yao was the first to finish writing. She handed the words in the sand table to Yang Wenying for inspection, then turned around and whispered to Huang Dongsheng.
Huang Dongsheng reached out and took out a hawthorn from the strainer, tossed it into his mouth, and the sourness made him slurp his saliva. "Sister, what's the big deal? Right now, only the vendors selling dried goods and ours are doing well. Other vendors haven't come much."
If it snows in the future, Brother Bai will not set up a stall to sell vegetables, but this is Huang
Because it’s been cold lately, people in the city don’t like to go out shopping much, so the business in the East Market is really not that good, and people are getting tired of it.
"Sister, are we going to pick the edamame? Do you want me to carry them to the city to sell?" Ever since he tasted the hot and sour edamame made by his sister on the winter solstice, Huang Dongsheng felt that city people would definitely love to eat this edamame. It's just that Chef Ma from the restaurant is not very good. He has been developing the dish for until today, so why hasn't he given him any news?
In fact, he was still thinking about the last pumpkin in his cousin's vegetable garden, but thinking about how everyone in his family loved to drink pumpkin porridge, he didn't dare to mention it.
Tired of eating cabbage, radish and frozen tofu, wouldn’t it be wonderful to drink a pot of warm wine in winter and pair it with your own edamame and bean curd sheets?
Tanaka Masaharu, who was sitting nearby chopping bamboo strips, immediately looked up and said, "Ayao, pick them now! If you don't, they'll freeze to death in the ground."
Everyone knew that A Yao was waiting for news from Zhiweilou, but it would take at least ten days or half a month for the new dishes to be accepted by the customers.
The customers can wait, but the edamame in the field can't. They are frosted all morning and evening, so it's time to pick them.
Chen Yao also understood this logic, so she decided to go pick them after noon tomorrow.
"Ayao, don't you go into the mountains with your father tomorrow? Leave the bean picking to your uncle." Tanaka Masaru loves to take charge of all the work in the fields.
The soybeans planted on this wasteland are Chen Yao's first experimental field. She also wants to experience the joy of a good harvest, so she asks her father if he can come back by noon after going into the mountains tomorrow.
Shen Qingshan said yes, so Chen Yao made an appointment with her uncle to pick edamame together at noon tomorrow.
Tian Baolai, holding a branch in his hand, secretly nudged his cousin with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "I've recently collected a lot of dried goods, including wild mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, and dried cowpeas. You can bring some to the city tomorrow and try them. Maybe the city people will like them too."
Huang Dongsheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned over to ask, "Cousin, is it a lot? How much do you want to sell it for?"
Tian Baolai was about to answer when he saw his sister, who had already handed in her homework, staring at him coldly with her arms folded.
"Cousin, I'll wait for you at home tomorrow morning, and we'll talk about it in detail." Tian Baolai hurriedly wrote it down.
Huang Dongsheng nodded in agreement.
After winter comes, although there is no work in the fields, every household in the village wakes up their children from their warm beds at dawn.
Do you still want to go to school?
If the kids make a fuss and say they don’t want to get up, can they not get up?
Okay, then stop studying and come with me to the mountains to chop firewood, and then carry it outside the city to sell. If you are lucky, you can earn two cents a day.
The kids then asked what if their luck was bad?
The adults sneered, holding the canes in their hands. "No? Then take it home the way you picked it."
Luo Dunzi was severely beaten by his father. He climbed out of bed crying and ate breakfast.
While eating, he complained that the cesspool at home was too smelly, so Boss Luo took the opportunity to treat him to a meal of braised pork with rattan sticks.
When Zhang Chunya's brother and sister came to find him to go to school together, they sat in the house and laughed at him secretly.
Chen Yao and Yang Wenying woke up early and spun all the last cocoons in the house. When they were hanging the silk threads in the yard, Tian Baozhu arrived.
"Didn't we agree that Wenying and I will take care of the rest? You should follow your uncle into the mountains." Tian Baozhu pushed Chen Yao out.
Chen Yao looked back at her father who had just finished the last mouthful of pumpkin porridge, then took the golden pumpkin cake baked by her mother, and the father and daughter went into the mountains again.
This time, entering the mountains was much easier than yesterday. After the father and daughter found the marked place, they parted the grass and looked at the bamboo cages one by one.
Three of the five bamboo cages were broken, and the other two cages each contained a rabbit.
Shen Qingshan looked at the bamboo cage that was damaged by the rabbit after it broke free, feeling a little disappointed. It seemed that he hadn't hunted for a long time and his hands were quite rusty.
Seeing his father frowning, Chen Yao immediately picked up the rabbit in the bamboo cage and jumped and danced on the spot with joy, scaring the rabbit so much that it pretended to be dead in the bamboo cage.
Seeing his daughter so happy, Shen Qingshan quickly handed over another cage and said, "Wait until it snows. When it snows, Daddy will make sure that every cage is empty."
Chen Yao couldn't stop praising: "Dad is the best."
Shen Qingshan gradually regained his former confidence, but he did not forget the serious matter and prepared to teach his daughter the skill of climbing trees.
Chen Yao put the rabbit cage aside and followed the method her father taught her.
She took off her linen gloves, spat twice on her palms, looked around in the woods, and found a big tree that suited her taste.
This tree is good, it can withstand her weight without breaking.
Chen Yao looked up at the tree trunk that was thicker than her body, hugged it with both hands, and kicked with her feet.
Snap——
He fell head over heels.
If you don’t know, you might think she is pretending to be dead like a rabbit.
Shen Qingshan tried to hold it in, but he couldn't help it and stood there laughing unkindly.
"father!"
Shen Qingshan hurried forward to help his daughter up, brushing off the fallen leaves and dust on her body. "You're bound to fall when you climb a tree. You'll get the hang of it after falling a few times. Dad went through this too."
Chen Yao understood, but it was very embarrassing.
Later, with the help of Shen Qingshan, Chen Yao chose another tree with many branches. Her father held her up with both hands and hung her on the tree. From a distance, she looked quite scary.
"Daughter, why don't we stop practicing here today and go back, otherwise we won't be able to get back to harvest the edamame in the field before noon." Shen Qingshan laughed so hard that his cheeks hurt.
Chen Yao felt a little painful all over after the fall, and she was limping when she walked down the mountain.
Shen Qingshan hurriedly took out the pumpkin pie and handed it to his daughter, while he himself carried the rabbit down the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, Tanaka Masaru had already measured the field several times.
Finally, he got the father and daughter down the mountain. He didn't even notice that Chen Yao's walking posture was wrong. After handing the sickle in his hand to Chen Yao, he immediately turned around and ran to the field to start harvesting.
"Let Dad do it." Shen Qingshan wanted to snatch the sickle from his daughter's hand. He began to regret teaching his daughter to climb trees.
Chen Yao waved his hand, looked at his energetic uncle, turned around and smiled at his father, "Dad, help me pick the edamame and put it in the basket."
Shen Qingshan put down the cage and gathered together the stems that his brother-in-law and daughter had cut down, but he didn't have time to pick them.
Then he saw his wife coming over with a small bamboo basket on her shoulder and a small stool in her hand.
Chen Yao and her uncle were harvesting the soybeans they had planted in front. Looking at the plump pods on the vines, they couldn't contain their joy.
Plant beans and fertilize the soil, and whatever you plant on this wasteland next year will survive.
Chen Yao was waving a sickle and working hard in the field with her uncle, but she didn't know that her father was picking edamame and being bullied by her mother in the back.
Huang Xing brought a stool to give the father and daughter a rest, but when she arrived, she saw her daughter cutting weeds in the field with her hair crooked and loose, and her whole body looked like she had rolled in a pile of grass.
My husband was still happily eating pumpkin pie.
"Eat, eat, eat. You only know how to eat. Didn't I tell you to heat it up before eating? Look at what has become of your daughter you took away?"
Shen Qingshan approached his wife with a shameless face, "Our A Yao is tough, you can rest assured that I will take care of the baby, do you want to eat?"
Huang Xing was so angry that she spat at the pancake in his hand.
Shen Qingshan didn't dislike it at all. After eating a few bites, he stood up and got another bundle. He and his wife picked the edamame shoulder to shoulder.
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