Mu Yi'an and the others packed their things, leaving Old Man Wei, Old Woman Wei, and two guards to watch over the gate, while the rest of them went to the manor.
Several carriages set off early in the morning. Chuyue and Chuqing were still a little sleepy and hadn't fully woken up.
Once outside the west gate of the prefectural city, the carriage sped up, and busy figures could be seen everywhere in the fields on both sides of the road.
In ancient times, there were no accurate weather forecasts to help you predict changes in the weather.
Here, it mostly relies on the judgment of experienced farmers.
The biggest fear during wheat harvest is bad weather. If it rains, the unharvested wheat is prone to mold, and the harvested wheat is prone to sprouting.
"Hoo..."
The carriage stopped; we had arrived at the village.
The group got off the carriage and looked at the large courtyard in front of them, all marveling at how big it was!
"Grandpa, Grandma, Madam, the rooms are all ready."
Hearing the noise, Sister Xu opened the door; she had been waiting for a long time.
"Father, Mother, come inside and rest for a bit. Steward Li, make arrangements for the people you brought; they'll all be working in the fields soon."
Mu Yi'an not only wanted the children to experience the hardships of farmers, but also wanted the maids, servants, servants, and guards in the household to know that every grain of rice was hard-earned.
Their family treated their servants very well, and their lives were much better than most people in the village. The younger ones, in particular, hardly ever suffered any hardship.
Mu Yi'an didn't want to spoil them, letting them grow up with nothing but food and drink and then start scheming about all sorts of things. She wanted them to know what real life at the bottom of society was like.
The room arrangement was no different from that at home in Fucheng. Mu Yi'an and Jiang Shuyun lived in the master bedroom on the east side. Jiang's parents' room was next to Chu Tong's, and Chu Tong's room was next to Chu Yue's.
Shao Ming and Shao Yun lived in the east wing, which was originally the boys' room.
Some of the decorations in the room have been put away, but the furniture is still very luxurious, more upscale than the home in the capital.
They all returned to their rooms, packed their things, changed their clothes, and then went to work in the fields.
All 500 mu of wheat fields have been leased out, and the tenant farmers are responsible for harvesting them themselves.
Mu Yi'an brought her family over, partly to let the children experience the hardships of farming, and partly to genuinely help, since she was responsible for the majority of the grain.
Butler Li had already made arrangements; the place where they were to work was not far from the courtyard.
"Madam, there's been a bit of an accident with the tenants on this land, and they're one short of workers."
"Okay, this one will do."
Mu Yi'an doesn't need to worry about this; Butler Li will take care of these matters.
Jiang's parents didn't get out of bed, and Mu Yi'an stopped them. They'd done it before; they'd experienced everything.
Led by Mu Yi'an, the maids, old women, servants, and guards lined up in a row, each with a sickle, and earnestly followed along to learn.
The younger children, including Shao Ming, each took a basket and went to the field to glean ears of wheat.
Most of the servants in the household didn't know how to do farm work. They had only ever served others, at most being beaten and scolded. But they had never done any manual labor, let alone farm work.
Jiang Mo and Jiang Yan, on the other hand, had lived in the village before and were doing a pretty good job.
Under the blazing sun, even wearing a straw hat couldn't block out its intense heat.
Before long, everyone was drenched in sweat and had aches and pains in their backs.
But looking at his wife wielding a sickle in front of him, what could anyone else possibly say? Was he more precious than his wife, young lady, and young master?
Here, Mu Yi'an brought her family to experience the hardships of farming.
Jiang Shuyun and the others will also have a three-day holiday starting tomorrow at the academy.
"Tomorrow is the start of the holiday, so today I'll take you to see what people's livelihood is all about."
Jiang Shuyun and the head of the hall have already consulted and received approval for this matter.
"Master, where should we go to look?"
After class that day, they carefully pondered what the teacher had said.
Some people thought Confucius was right, while others disagreed.
"The nearby villages are harvesting wheat; I'll take you to see. Do you know what wheat is?"
Seeing some people shaking their heads and others nodding, Jiang Shuyun recalled how she used to be unable to distinguish between chives and wheat seedlings, and felt a lot of emotions.
"The white flour we eat is made from wheat."
If anyone knows, I'll explain it to everyone.
Dozens of scholars from Bailu Academy, dressed in long gowns, followed their teacher as they slowly walked out of the academy's gate and headed towards the boundless fields.
"It's so hot!"
"How much further? I can't walk anymore!"
"I'm so thirsty, get me some water."
After calling out, he realized that the pageboy was not beside him.
"Hang in there, it's not far now."
Jiang Shuyun knew that they were used to being young masters and were basically unable to take care of themselves.
The Master spoke, and the students, no matter how dissatisfied they were, dared not complain.
They knew very well that Bailu Academy was a special place, not a place where they could run wild.
Jiang Shuyun didn't intend for them to know that this was her family's estate; there was no need for them to know.
He has already told Steward Li that he might bring students from the academy over in the next couple of days.
So when Steward Li saw a line of students dressed in long gowns, with his master at the head, he didn't approach. He simply gestured and left.
Jiang Shuyun told everyone to move around freely and not to disturb the farmers while they were working.
Jiang Shuyun didn't demand how much she could understand.
Because some people couldn't stand it anymore and found a shady spot to sit and rest. Others took out their books and found a place to continue memorizing. Only a few people observed carefully.
They not only observed what the wheat looked like and how it was harvested, but also noticed their tired but smiling faces, and the children working in the fields.
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