In an inn near the pier, there was a chicken, a plate of mutton, a fish, and two bottles of wine on the table. Chang Wei and Qiu Shilong gathered together to drink. They were released by Du Zhongxiao. The three of them were on the excuse to recover from their injuries and stayed in the inn for three days. Today, Du Zhongxiao came to urge him that the millet in the nearby village would be harvested soon. If Chang Wei didn't go, they would not wait for them. Seeing that they could not drag on, the three of them gathered together to discuss.

After taking a big sip of wine, Chang Wei said, "It's a pity that this magistrate Du, who ignored the face of his husband, came out of prison and never came to see us once. He, a magistrate, and a sesame-like little official, dared to despise his husband so much. It's really unheard of! This time, we were asked to see the Segu. If we went there, we would never be able to raise our heads in front of him again. Even if we did the delivery of the husband, we would be ridiculed by our family."

Qiu Shilong said: "Supervisor, I'll just forget about this. We beat people first and offend the villagers, so we were arrested by the magistrate and beaten the board. You see, my husband's reply letter didn't mention this matter at all, but it shows that we were really wrong."

After hearing this, Chang Wei looked at Qiu Shilong and said dissatisfiedly: "You fought with that Shisanlang and were beaten to no avail. Is this scared to death? Now there is a letter written by my husband, who in this county dares to offend us! It's a pity that even the magistrate, even if he is the magistrate, his future will be cut off! That man grew up so much, and you won't lose to him."

Qiu Shilong said: "I have been in the army since I was a child and I am a straightforward man. This time, we are really wrong first, so why is the best mistake?"

Chang Wei sneered: "Since you said that, you don't have to take action in the future. Just follow us and wait for the orders!"

After hearing this, Qiu Shilong lowered his head and drank, and stopped talking. He was a regular soldier. Because he committed a death sentence, he was protected by Xia Shu. From then on, he followed Xia Shu and was not the same as Chang Wei and others.

Seeing that Qiu Shilong was not in the same relationship with him, Chang Wei was happy and drank with his head. As for the other person, he was just a small follower, and everything was only followed by Chang Wei. This time he came to Yongcheng, Chang Wei was the main focus.

After drinking a drink, the waiter came to the room and crossed his hands and said, "Several guest officials, Chai Jiejia is waiting outside the door. Let the younger one come and urge him to go to the valley with several guest officials."

Chang Wei slapped the table: "This bird man next to County Magistrate Du is really hateful. He urges him again and again when he drinks two bowls of wine!"

Qiu Shilong said: "It's better to collect the wine and meat and take it to eat on the way. County Magistrate Du urged him several times. If he didn't go, he would write another letter to his husband, and we wouldn't be able to explain it when we go back."

Chang Wei stood up and said angrily: "And so. Waiter, wrap the wine and meat for us!"

The three of them carried the wrapped wine and meat and left the inn. They saw Chai Xin bringing a platoon of troops and standing under the eaves.

Seeing the three of them coming out, Chai Xin crossed his hands and said, "The magistrate ordered me to come and go with the three of you to harvest the grain. The weather has been sunny these days, and the millet in the fields has been ripe. If you don't harvest it in time, you will be afraid of rain."

Chang Wei said: "It's all rotten in the field, what's the matter for me? I'm looking at how the field affairs are doing, and which one depends on a group of untouchables working in the field! This magistrate is also a Jinshi, so he doesn't know anything!"

When Chai Xin heard Chang Wei's words, his face immediately became gloomy. He closed his mouth and said nothing more. He turned over and left first.

Chang Wei greeted the three of them and got on the horse and followed Chai Xin.

Nearly a hundred people gathered in the ground in the north of Daliu Shu Village, looking forward to the direction of the wharf. Today is the day when the village has decided to open a sickle. The magistrate Du Zhongxiao arrived at the ground early and wanted to go to the fields to harvest the first autumn grain for the field business. However, the people sent by Xia Su from Zhizhou to inspect the autumn grain were not there for a long time, and everyone was anxious to wait here.

The millet should be harvested in time. If it is too early and not full, it will affect the yield and storage. If it is too late, it will cause more grains. This season, time is extremely precious for farmers and cannot be delayed for a moment. Chang Wei and others are not here for a long time, which makes the villagers extremely angry.

Du Zhongxiao stood on the ground, looking at the golden waves in front of him, and his mind was in a state of excitement. Last year, the white reed marsh was still here. It took only one year to turn into a grain field, and a sense of accomplishment arises naturally.

Millet is the most important grain in the north at this time. It is widely adaptable, easy to harvest and storage, and can replace money as a hard currency. Wheat is not the staple food in the north at this time. There are many reasons, related to planting habits, growing seasons, and processing methods. Grain is threshed into millet and can be cooked directly, while wheat needs to be ground noodles, otherwise the taste is far less than millet. In this era, it was not easy to grind wheat into flour. Generally, rural areas do not have this processing ability. Pasta is more common in towns, but rural areas instead use millet as the staple food.

Du Zhongxiao was not surprised. In his previous life, he used white flour as his staple food on a large scale, but in fact, it was not many years. This is a defect caused by insufficient industrial foundation and cannot be solved in a short period of time.

It was not until midnight that Chang Wei and the other two followed Chai Xin and arrived at the ground swaying.

Chai Xin dismounted and sang to Du Zhongxiao with his hands, saying, "I'll ask the three officials to come here to see the culling of the valley. It's too late, so I'll forgive you!"

Du Zhongxiao waved his hand, looked at Chang Wei and the other two who were walking over, and said in a deep voice: "The autumn harvest of farmers is like marching and fighting, and it cannot be delayed for a moment. There is a prefect of the governor, and you must wait for the three of you to come today, and it will be a waste of time. Remember to do so in the future, and you must not delay any further!"

After saying that, he ignored Chang Wei, lifted up the hem of the official robe, stuffed it into his belt, and lifted up the prepared sickle.

Baozhengguan Zhaoyin, who was standing on the side, was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Du Zhongxiao: "Official, you just want to cut the sickle and cut the valley. How to really go to the ground? Just pinch a few ears of grain into the ground, roll it into rice here, and cook it at noon to worship the gods."

Du Zhongxiao smiled and said, "The gods have a spirit. I know that I am so perfunctory, how can I ensure good weather here? I am safe and secure. I am a farming family and I have been used to farming work since I was a child. What is the point of cutting a few acres of millet?"

As he said that, he took a sickle and fell off the ground.

There are two ways to harvest millet. One is to harvest only the ears, and the stalks in the field can be harvested separately. Generally, this can be done when there is less land. The other is to cut the whole tree back to the village, then cut the ears of the grain, and do this in the field. Du Zhongxiao was aware of it, bent down, raised the sickle, and cut one piece in a moment.

Chang Wei, who was on the ground, saw it and said disdainfully: "Isn't this magistrate crazy? He is an official, just manages political affairs well, but he really goes down to cut the valley. Whether the court or the prefectures and counties personally cultivate the fields, he has never heard of doing this."

Chai Xin followed Du Zhongxiao and bundled the cut millet into bundles. After three bundles, Du Zhongxiao stopped and returned to the ground with a sickle, saying to Baozheng: "The millet I cut will be rubbed out by my subordinates in a while. I cooked it at noon today. It is not only for the sacrifice of the gods, but also for you to taste the new rice. After working hard for a year, there will be a harvest today, which is a joyful congratulation."
Chapter completed!