Sure enough, when Grandpa Wu came to see the village chief, the village chief was just about to go out and beat drums and gongs to gather the villagers to hurry up and harvest the wheat.
The village chief tapped the gong and casually asked:
"Yongfu, you came to see me?"
"Yes, but what are you planning to talk about?"
Grandpa Wu nodded. Judging from the village chief's posture, was he about to announce something important with gongs and drums?
"Sigh, I thought the weather was weird and I was worried it would rain, so I consulted the fortune teller, Blind Liu, and he predicted it would rain in the next couple of days. That's why I wanted to gather everyone together and harvest the wheat while the weather is still good..."
The village chief raised his gong and drum. Just then, a villager carrying a sickle, about to go to the field to harvest wheat, stopped and couldn't help but ask:
"Village chief, are you telling the truth?"
“How can you lie about that? You quickly tell your sons to go to the fields and harvest the wheat. How can you, with your old bones, possibly finish harvesting it all?”
The village chief glanced at the villager who had spoken, and seeing that the man was pale and thin, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
This old fellow wasn't senile when he was young, so how come he's become senile now that he's old?
With so many children and grandchildren in the family, I haven't seen anyone working such heavy farm work!
"Oh, I... I'll go home and call someone right away."
The old man nodded and walked home with faltering steps.
After everyone had gone far away, the village chief said to Old Wu:
"Your children and grandchildren are raised so well."
"Then you go ahead with your work, I'm going home to get a sickle and go harvest the wheat."
Grandpa Wu wasn't averse to flattery, but lately he'd been bombarded with compliments by the villagers, so he quickly made an excuse and slipped away.
"Knock knock knock~"
"It's been hot lately, and it looks like it's going to rain. If you have wheat at home, hurry up and harvest it!"
"Bang bang bang~"
As the village chief shouted in a powerful voice, many families who had not yet taken their afternoon nap gathered at the entrance of the village.
At the village chief's urging, they went in twos and threes to inform their neighbors.
This word spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.
In just one afternoon, everyone in Wujia Village knew that it was going to rain soon, and those who planted wheat in their fields should hurry up and harvest it!
Qingshan consciously changed into his worn-out clothes, put on a straw hat, and went to the old house to help harvest rice.
Around 1:00 PM, Qingsong and his friends pushed their carts home.
Xiao Hu and Xiao Ma's families also grow wheat. After helping to unload the goods, the two went home to help.
After resting for a while and drinking some water, Qingsong learned that his brother had gone to the old house to help harvest wheat. Without saying a word, he changed into his old clothes and went to help.
Seeing that her son was about to help, Jiang Yue called out to the other person and handed them everything she had prepared, saying:
"Hey, wait a minute, go straight to your grandpa's field and take this big watermelon with you. Clean the cleaver, you'll need it to cut the watermelon later. Don't leave it on the field, remember to bring it home, and also take a pot of herbal tea with you."
"Okay, Mom."
Qingsong nodded and wrote it down.
This weight is a piece of cake for him!
Go ahead, and be careful!
Jiang Yue smiled and shook her head. This child is so enthusiastic about work!
After closing the door, she opened the money bags her two sons had given her, poured them onto the table, and called her daughter over to help count the money while she kept the accounts.
"One, two, three... ten."
Qingyao was very clever. Stacking the copper coins in groups of ten was much more accurate and convenient than counting them one by one.
"Mother, my eldest and second eldest brothers earned a total of 862 copper coins today."
"Yes, Yao Yao is so great."
Jiang Yue initially checked and confirmed that the number was indeed that. However, she slowly took out two small pieces of silver from her pocket and said with a smile:
"And these too."
"Mother, what if my two older brothers and sisters change their minds and want the money back?"
Qingyao weighed the loose silver in her hand. She hadn't learned how to calculate its exact value or how much it cost, but it was quite heavy. She wondered if it might cause trouble.
"Probably not. Those two are obviously not from ordinary families. They've been pampered since childhood, and their food, clothing, and daily necessities are different from ours. This amount of money is just a drop in the ocean for them; it's not enough to ask for it back."
Jiang Yue shook her head, noted down today's income amount, explained it to her daughter, and then said in a light tone:
"Yaoyao, although they were born into privilege, we are not lacking either. Your mother and brothers will work hard to earn money, and your third brother will take the imperial examination. In the future, our family will also become very wealthy and prosperous!"
"Yes, yes, your daughter believes that your mother and brothers can do it!"
Qingyao nodded, her eyes sparkling.
Jiang Yue put away the account book, collected all the money into the box, took it to her room, and then came out to ask:
"Have you memorized all the medicine-making steps that your mother asked you to learn?"
"I've memorized them all."
Qingyao's eyes were firm; she had kept her mother's instructions firmly in mind!
"Okay, after the villagers finish harvesting the wheat, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy seeds and some medical books for you. You can read them and ask me questions if you don't understand anything."
As Jiang Yue spoke, she rubbed her neck, feeling tired but also experiencing a bittersweet joy.
Okay~
Qingyao responded and then went over to help her mother massage her back.
Although the force might not have been perfect, Jiang Yue was still very pleased with her daughter's filial piety.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. Although not all the people in Wujia Village listened to the village chief, most of them obeyed his every word.
Therefore, in the next two or three days, the fields were filled with the busy scene of harvesting wheat.
Some people thought the village chief was exaggerating and that his eyesight was failing, so they chose to ignore him and planned to take a few days off before talking to him again.
Jiang Yue has been making mung bean soup for the past few days, using ingredients brought by her brother and sister-in-law, along with white sugar. She hangs it in the well, and after an hour it becomes ice-cold, with a sandy texture, and tastes delicious.
Qingsong was a smart kid. He ordered a whole pot and took it to town to sell. One copper coin per bowl, and he sold it all in one morning, making a net profit of thirty copper coins to take home.
Qingshan mainly led his cousins to wash cold noodles. Every day after delivering them to the bustling crowds, the three brothers would go home to help harvest wheat.
After a few days, there were hardly any unscathed spots on my exposed skin. The small cuts weren't serious, but they hurt when they got wet.
In this weather, is it possible to avoid getting wet?
Jiang Yue saw it all and felt heartbroken. There was nothing she could do; a man should endure hardship. Otherwise, how could he bear the constant "surprises" that life throws at him?
After most families had finished harvesting their wheat, a light drizzle began to fall in the middle of the night, which turned into a torrential downpour in the latter half of the night, accompanied by thunder and lightning...
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