Lao Zhoutou sat on the threshold and looked up at the sky. Man Bao had just finished taking notes. He listened to Keke's suggestion and went out to gaze into the distance to soothe his eyes. When she saw her father sitting on the threshold, she also sat on the threshold and looked up with him.

Look at the sky.

The older one and the younger one sat on the threshold without saying a word. Villagers passing by couldn't help but laugh when they saw it. What were the two of them looking at?

Old Zhoutou sighed, "Look at God."

Man Bao nodded seriously and looked at the clouds.

The villagers also looked up at the sky and saw the sky full of setting clouds. They leaned against the wall and watched together. Uncle Jin, do you think it will be sunny today?

It rained twice again today, intermittently. Although the sun came out in the afternoon, it was not easy for people to cut rice on such a day.

Lao Zhou touched his pipe and said: No matter whether it will be sunny or not tomorrow, we can't wait any longer. The rice in the field will turn yellow and must be cut.

Is your house open for sickle tomorrow?

Well, when they are cut, they are picked back and dried at home instead of left in the fields.

The villagers were a little envious, "Uncle Jin, of course it's no problem for your family to have a large population, but my family can't. With only six people and two children, we can cut a piece of land in one day. It's impossible to pick it back."

Old Zhoutou was a little arrogant, but he still laughed and said: I have many family members, but I also have a lot of land. They are all the same, the same.

It’s strange that one person cuts one piece of land and two people cut two pieces of land together at different speeds.

Although he didn't know why, it was just different.

They can't calculate, but they can see with their eyes and compare directly.

Man Bao pouted and said: Mr., there is no holiday during the autumn harvest.

Lao Zhoutou laughed and said: If you don't want to let it go, don't let it go. Anyway, there isn't much rice this year, and there is no need for you little kids to go to the fields.

This is true. My family planted a total of twelve acres of rice, and half of it was destroyed. The villagers were somewhat thankful and said: Fortunately, the court exempted taxes, otherwise we would not be able to survive this year.

In fact, even though the imperial court exempted taxes, everyone's life was still very tight.

In the past, one acre of rice could yield about two and a half quintals, but now there may not even be one quintal.

A lot of rice has not yet filled with grain. When you reach out and touch it, you will find that it is all empty husks, and you can only use straw to cut it.

Lao Zhoutou's family's luck is not better in rice. It is also the same situation. Several fields were directly washed away. Now there is more grass than rice in the fields.

But the pressure on their family is not that great now, because the wheat harvest is good, Zhou Zuorang has been receiving a fixed income every day recently, and with the windfall of Poria cocos, Lao Zhoutou is now quite calm and steady.

Lao Zhou's family decided to harvest rice. As soon as the news came out, many people went to the fields to look at the rice. It was already August. Even if there were floods, most of the rice was yellow and ready to be harvested.

They looked at the sky and decided to start harvesting tomorrow.

The country people's decision was so quick and unreasonable. The day before, everyone was sitting idle under the tree with twine to separate the lines. The next day, before dawn, everyone took the sickle and picked the bamboo basket and went out.

From slack farming to busy farming in an instant.

Rice is easier to harvest than wheat, but not many villagers in Qili Village are happy because this year's rice harvest is so bad that no one has much motivation.

The old Zhou family simply didn't let He and Fang go to the fields. The remaining people worked for six or seven days and harvested all the rice in the field, and then began to thresh it slowly.

Because there is no rice in a lot of rice husks, if you shovel it up with a dustpan and blow it in the wind, the big pile will be blown out in an instant, and not much good rice will fall down.

But everyone had already expected it. Although they sighed, they were not very sad.

Everyone will also collect the blown rice husks. If there is not enough food at home next spring, these can be ground into chaff and eaten.

Lao Zhou's family also collected it, but Lao Zhou calculated the food at home and felt that it was enough to eat, so he decided to use it to feed the chickens.

Qian looked at the ten bags of empty rice husks that had been put away, and sighed: Go to the market and buy ten more chickens. It just so happens that the hens raised last year are old and can be killed during the Chinese New Year.

eat.

The chicken shed was not big enough. Manbao glanced at the chicken shed with disgust and said: Mom, they don't like to lay eggs because they are too crowded.

Xiao Qian glanced at Man Bao and took the opportunity to suggest, Mom, why don't we clear up the wasteland behind the house and build a chicken shed there, which will be spacious and the house will not be messy.

Qian hesitated. After all, it was outside the house. What if it was stolen?

Who is so bold? Besides, we have a lot of chickens at home. If someone steals them, we will know as soon as the chickens crow.

More than once, Xiao Qian disliked the fact that the chicken coop was in the yard. Although the children cleaned the yard every day, she was the earliest to get up early and the last to go to bed late. Some dirt would inevitably get into her eyes.

Man Bao obviously mentioned this matter after hearing her murmuring.

As expected, Man Bao agreed with his sister-in-law's suggestion with both hands and feet.

What if there are weasels? Not only people steal chickens in the village, but there are also rats and weasels.

Among them, rats and weasels are the most harmful.

Qili Village is relatively simple. Although there are lazy people and annoying gangsters, because there are few people and everyone is related to each other, there is no particular harm to the neighbors.

The gangsters who are disliked by the village are just lazy people who like to wander up mountains and down rivers.

For example, Zhou Lang was once classified as a gangster.

Zhou Dalang thought for a while and said: Don't we still have some stones left when we built the house last year? We might as well build it with stones at the bottom, yellow mud on top, and a fence around the outside so that weasels can't get in.

Zhou Zuorang continued: In June, the broken tiles were still piled in the corner. We used them to build chicken sheds so that rats could not escape.

Only then did Qian agree.

The area extending from the right side of Zhou's house to the back of the house is their vegetable garden.

The vegetable garden on the right was opened when Lao Zhoutou's parents were alive. Later, Qian took over it. As the family grew more and more people, she expanded it little by little. It wasn't anyone's land anyway.

, so she kept planting and planted it behind the house.

The land behind the house is about 300 meters away from a mountain, which is the farmland allocated to Zhou Dalang by the village.

There are five or six clumps of bamboo naturally growing a little higher at the foot of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, hemp was planted before, but now they have all been cut back.

The mountain is not very far from their home, and the more than 300 meters of open space in the middle is unowned, and few people usually walk there.

Qian automatically allocated the land to his family, and without telling the village chief, the family started preparing to build a chicken coop the next day.

When the construction really started, Man Bao ran there and looked back and forth, and then found that it would be good to put a chicken shed in the back. Later, the chickens could be driven up the mountain to find bugs to eat.

Qian laughed, how many bugs can there be in the mountains? It would be better to go to the fields.

Mr. Qian was startled when he said this. Yes, we can drive the chickens into the fields to eat bugs.

Farmer's Little Lucky Girl
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