"Dad, tomorrow we're going to do the spring plowing. Do you have anything to tell me?"
Old man Zhao glanced at his second son and said, "Your mother and I will leave this land to you. Tomorrow, your eldest brother's land will be taken care of by someone else. I'm afraid that outsiders will be lazy, so I have to go and watch over it."
After a pause, ignoring Zhao Dayong's dark face, he said, "Your mother will stay to cook and bring you water from the fields. All the children who can work should go to the fields."
Zhao Dayong didn't say anything. He couldn't just tell him not to go to the fields to work with him. After all, he used to watch others work, not do it himself. He said that it was unfilial for him to go to the fields at his age.
Although many people in the village work in the fields at an old age, they do so voluntarily and no younger generation dares to force them to work in the fields.
In this dynasty, filial piety is the most important thing, and being unfilial is a great sin.
"My dear, Dad, just go and watch over there. Don't go to the fields. You are not young anymore. What will you do if you twist your waist? Then everyone will accuse my eldest brother of being unfilial. He is a scholar and he cannot be without a good reputation."
The old man who was preparing to secretly go to the fields to work: ...
Spring ploughing is a big event, especially this year, which is already late and it is almost impossible to have a good harvest. Everyone was extremely cautious and careful, and the seeds were screened several times.
Before dawn, Zhaodi and other children who were able to work were woken up, all of them with sleepy eyes.
Unfortunately, all the children are able to work, so no one in Zhao Dayong's family can lie down and sleep comfortably.
"Wash your face. The meal is ready. Eat and get down to the fields."
Time is running out. If we delay for one day, we will lose a lot of grain.
Zhao Erzhu was gnawed on the black steamed bread in his hand in a depressed mood. He wished he was at his third uncle's house. He would still be sleeping in a soft quilt now.
Sanzhuzi also drank the porridge in his bowl reluctantly. He was made to work in the fields when he was still a child. My eldest uncle’s family and my third uncle’s family don’t have to go to the fields.
No, it’s so unlucky!
It’s all because of his useless father that the whole family suffers with him. Why hasn’t Uncle San come to pick him up yet? Their family is extinct. If he doesn't come to take him in, who will take care of them in their old age? Who will support them?
Is Third Uncle's brain broken? If she doesn't take him in to live with her and still expects him to be filial to her in the future, she's dreaming!
I'm so envious of those two money-losing kids in their family. They eat well, dress well, live well, and don't have to work.
"Dad, can I not work in the fields? I'm still young and I really can't do it. Didn't you always say that if I work in the fields at a young age, I'll be too tired and won't grow taller in the future?"
"Sanzhu, you are going to work in the fields this year, but you won't be working next year. We are now racing against time, and the faster we can get, the better. The same goes for you, the more you can do, the better, understand?" Zhao Dayong munched on a steamed bun and comforted him softly. It was normal for the youngest son to complain and not want to work when he went to the fields for the first time.
Sanzhuzi wanted to throw a tantrum, but Old Man Zhao gave him a glare and he stopped and dared not move.
"Okay, it's getting late. Let's eat the steamed bread on the way." Old man Zhao was annoyed and decided to pretend that he didn't see it.
"Hello, hurry up. The earlier you go, the more time you can work. Zhaodi, you will work with us to plow the land later, okay?" Zhao Dayong was also very anxious and wished that seedlings could grow in the field right now.
Zhao Zhaodi was hesitant and unwilling to go to the fields. Her face and her hands were dry, black, and rough.
Ru Xin has always kept her face fair and tender, and Zhao Xiaoyu, that silly girl, has also become much more delicate and fair after half a year. The daughter of the Zhao family is rough and ugly. If she is treated like this, how can she find a good husband in the future?
She was only one year younger than Zhao Ruxin and already at the age to get married. She was anxious to be beautiful and to find a good husband.
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