Five days later, a letter was delivered to Song Yuehua at full speed.
In addition to the letter, there was also a large amount of cakes and snacks, and various silk fabrics.
In the letter, Damao said that the hair sent by Song Yuehua was a timely relief. As soon as Yan Fengjian received it, the Yan family came to inquire about the news. Seeing that Yan Fengjian still had disheveled hair, they felt relieved to go back and report.
Damao was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Miss Song, I will remember your kindness. If I can be of any use to you in the future, I will repay you with all my heart and soul."
After reading it, Song Yuehua put the letter away.
He picked out some nice fabrics and took a few boxes of cakes and sent them to Madam Nie.
"Miss, you don't have to be polite with me. This is all part of my job." Madam Nie declined politely.
Song Yuehua smiled, but still left the things behind and said, "We farmers don't have much good stuff, so please don't be too polite to me, madam. You really helped me a lot this time."
Madam Nie was not good at dealing with this kind of situation. She wanted to refuse but didn't know how to say it. In the end, she accepted it without knowing why.
After school was over, Song Yuehua laid out the remaining silk and asked Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, and Xie Wenwu to each pick a few pieces to share.
After dinner in the evening, the family made tea in the yard, put out some cakes, and ate and drank while chatting.
Before he knew it, Xiaobao ate a lot by himself, so Song Yuehua quickly handed the plate to Xie Wenwu.
"You've eaten so much and can't digest it. Xiaoyu, make some tea to help you digest the food." Song Yuehua said as she wiped Xiaobao's mouth.
"This pastry is really delicious, no wonder it was sent from Luozhou." Xie Wenwu stuffed the last few pieces into his mouth, and Dabao was so anxious that he kept pulling at him.
Xie Wenwu washed down the cakes with a cup of tea, burped towards Dabao, and said proudly, "Children can't eat too much, but I'm a big kid, so I can eat as much as I want, hahaha."
"Wow..." Dabao cried angrily.
Song Yuehua pointed at Dabao and said, "Xie Wenwu, Dabao is yours tonight. If you don't coax him well, you won't be able to sleep."
Xie Wenwu, "..."
After feeding Xiaobao the digestive water, Song Yuehua took her for a walk in the courtyard for several laps. She only carried Xiaobao back to bed when she was too sleepy to walk.
It’s time to harvest the corn in the fields in September.
Zongyi asked for a dozen people from the cotton field and the compound to help harvest corn.
Before harvesting corn, the husks are peeled off and dried in the sun for a long time. After harvesting, the corn cobs are dried in the sun for a few more days until they are almost cooked.
But the corn cobs in Dongshan were obviously not dried enough.
"Don't we have to harvest it later?" Song Yuehua asked while pinching the corn kernels.
Zong Yi said, "No, harvest them early. Peeling them and drying them in the sun will only take up space and cause trouble. I plan to prepare the land and apply fertilizer early."
Just know it in your mind, Song Yuehua didn't say much, just said, "Plant potatoes next time."
The cotton field is probably about to be harvested. After harvesting the corn field, we have to go to the cotton field. If we don’t have enough manpower, we can find a few people to help.
It's just right to deliver some cotton after that, but I don't know what the harvest of the two fields will be like.
It was time to harvest crops from the fields. Song Yuehua came early, found a piece of land, and started picking corn non-stop.
"Boss..."
Song Yuehua turned around and saw that Old Man Ren was behind her, carrying a basket on his back.
Is this person a ghost?
Song Yuehua asked, "What are you doing here? I remember you didn't invite anyone, right?"
"Why are you being so polite, boss? We are living in your house, so it's only natural for us to help." After saying this, Old Man Ren pointed to the side.
Wow, besides Old Man Ren, Mrs. Shu and Ren Xiaoxi are also here.
"There are enough people here, so there's no need to trouble you." Song Yuehua was speechless.
Old Man Ren chuckled, "More people means more work, finish the work earlier and rest earlier. I'll go work nearby and not disturb the boss."
After saying this, Old Man Ren, his daughter-in-law and daughter tried their best to stay within Song Yuehua's sight, and broke the corn carefully and diligently.
Song Yuehua sighed heavily.
When the time comes, let Zong Yi pay them the wages for these two days.
Fortunately, the sun was shining these days, and the courtyard of the compound, the front and back yards of the school, and the playground were all covered with corn.
The corn has not been dried and weighed yet. Zong Yi said that it is estimated to be more than 3,000 kilograms. It would be good if it can weigh 2,000 kilograms after removing the kernels.
After working hard for a whole season, I earned more than 40 taels.
Song Yuehua had learned about this yield, and it was not small. She didn't know if it was because of the seeds or the high technology in the previous life, but the yield was completely incomparable.
Seeing Song Yuehua not speaking, Zong Yi asked anxiously, "Boss, do you want someone to harvest the corn?"
"No, just send them all to the compound. They can be eaten by humans and animals. If we sell them and then buy more, it will be a loss-making business." Song Yuehua said with a smile.
"Boss, I will plant the next crop of land well." Zong Yi said.
This kind of thing cannot be blamed on Zong Yi.
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "I always trust the Sect Manager to do his job."
The corn field was almost harvested, so Qiao Daqiang and Ren Dahai were left to prepare the land. As for the rest, Zong Yi asked them to go to the cotton field to harvest cotton in a few days.
"Manager Zong, are we short of people to harvest the cotton?" Fu asked carefully.
Zong Yi said, "The boss doesn't hire temporary workers, but people from the school will come to help."
"Then we..."
Before Fu could finish her question, Zong Yi said, "I have already arranged your work, and I have no right to interfere with other people's work."
I don’t care…
Before Fu could react, Zong Yi left.
Old Man Ren popped his head out from behind, patted her on the shoulder and said with a grin, "Didn't you understand? Let us go by ourselves."
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