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Chapter 110 Busy farming time is as expensive as oil

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    The golden rice fields made Zhu Xingde both fascinated and heartbroken.

    Zhu Xingde bent over, grabbed a handful of rice with one hand, and held the sickle tightly with the other hand. He aimed at the root of the rice, which was a little longer than his big hand, cut it and threw it aside.

    Throw it away and place it flat wherever you go.

    Zhu Xingde has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Compared with most farm men, he is relatively clean and orderly. He has to cut the rice in a regular manner, otherwise he would not be able to look at it. Unlike Erzhu and others, they work rough and cut the rice.  littering.

    After a while, Zhu Xingde¡¯s clothes were soaked again, and he finished fucking.

    Zhu Xingde stood up, let out a long sigh, straightened his back, and glanced at them all over the mountain.

    "I found that Manshan and the others were imitating him in the field nearby, and shouted with smoke in their throats: "It won't work anymore, we need to transport it several times, I'll bundle it up and send it away first."

    "Hey, brother-in-law, please slow down."

    Zhu Xingde gathered the harvested rice together and tied it into a bundle for easy transportation.

    After the bundling was completed, he almost sat down on the ground as soon as he picked it up.

    Zhu Xingde grimaced in pain, his shoulders were all covered with blood marks, his shoulders and head were sore from the pressure, and his neck and cervical vertebrae were also hurting.

    After all, we have been carrying the burden for most of the day.

    In my heart, I scolded myself for being too practical. This weight is not 150 or 60 kilograms, at least it was reduced to a small 200 kilograms burden by him.

    ¡° After all, Zhu Xingde knew in his heart that in the end it was not something that he was serious about.  Again, if you don't thresh the grain quickly, the millet will fall off the rice. He is racing against time because he feels sorry for the grain.

    We, a farmer, have a family background of dealing with soil and garbage for eight lifetimes. We eat, sleep and talk in our sleep all about the fields. Being nurtured in that kind of environment, even if he has never farmed honestly, he will never see the food being wasted.

    Zhu Xingde carried a small load of two hundred kilograms and walked in the field ridges with sweat on his back. When he reached the ridge road, he took off his straw sandals and walked barefoot.

    Before, Manshan picked up the burden to send food, and the mountains fell here without hasty. He saw it.  It was so hard that it hurt to look at it.

    After that, Zhu Xingde became cautious when carrying burdens to deliver food.

    He would rather go barefoot and take off his shoes if the soles of his feet were pricked, never bothering him.

    So as not to fall back with a huge burden, it is too big to make the noise that makes others look strange.

    Fortunately for Zhu Xingde, the Luo family's rice harvest is not sent to the threshing floor like in Youhan Village.

    Qingliu Village is a big place, unlike Youhan Village where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

    ¡° If it was like traveling to a cold village and having to carry it all the way to the threshing floor, he would be exhausted carrying load after load into the village.

    The Luo family threshed grain directly in the fields.

    "You must be exhausted, his eldest brother-in-law, your face is bleeding." Mrs. Luo greeted Zhu Xingde hurriedly when she saw that he had finished cutting another piece of ground and brought it to him.

    Zhu Xingde took off his burden, casually wiped the blood on his face, and said with a smile: "It's not a big deal if you shave it. Aunt, eh? It's really okay. Stop looking for a scarf. The bleeding will stop later."  It¡¯s important to beat the rice first.¡±

    Zhu Xingde thought, we have all helped, but don't show the slightest bit of unwillingness to work so hard. In that case, why bother to come.

    Even though he said it was okay, Old Man Zuo felt sorry for his son-in-law when he was watching from the side.

    While Mrs. Luo and Bai Magnolia were picking the green rice and setting it up to dry, he washed his sweat towel in cold water and handed it to Zhu Xingde, "Wipe your face, it looks chapped."

    Zhu Xingde took it and wiped the sweat on his neck and face, and said with a smile: "Dad, I am very tired, but I just told Manshan that it was thanks to us that we came, otherwise it would be just dad and mother.  If you come to help, my father and mother will be even more burdened. The work is here, if we don't do more, you have to do more."

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????? out out out the left-handed man almost made me want to give my heart to my uncle, these words are so touching.

    It turned out that Lefty had said "bad things about Dadezi" in front of Bai Magnolia before.

    ¡°Among the aunts, he and Luo Junxi were the most outspoken. They felt uncomfortable lying together, and they had to think carefully before speaking.  It seems that Manshan is still the most considerate person.

    Yulan asked, isn¡¯t that uncle good?

    ¡°He said at the time, don¡¯t listen to my aunt¡¯s deceit. My aunt is just a good talker. No matter who you compare with, compared with other sons-in-laws outside, our family is better.  No one can compare to our son-in-law.

    But if the three of them were put together, compared to filial piety, I think their virtue would be worse than that of Zhao Manshan.  You see, my eldest brother-in-law, besides hunting pigs, only helps with this and that at our house. Sometimes it can be seen that he is afraid that the eldest daughter will be tired when she returns to her parents' house.Hands.  If it wasn't Xiao Daodao's business, he would pretend that he didn't care, which was not as good as Man Shan.  The mountain is filled with people who reach out whenever they see it.

    Right now, Lefty deeply feels that sweet mouth is the most rare thing.  No wonder Magnolia and her old mother-in-law both praised their eldest son-in-law.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Manshan came to deliver food, of course he was equally distressed, was he tired?  The child hummed, put down his burden, and left. But he was relieved and went back to work.

    When it was over, he pulled it down.

    ??Looking at the eldest son-in-law, we as elders only care about the last sentence. He responded immediately and didn't rush to leave. He stood beside him and helped him beat rice.

    "Dad, haha, are these arms shaking and cramping?"

    The left-handed man smiled: "Well, I've twitched it twice, and I also twitched my finger once."

    Just look at the huge rice threshing box of the Luo family, which relies entirely on human power to shake the millet on the rice.

    Lefty has never rested since then. Together with Bai Yulan and Mrs. Luo, they beat rice by hand.

    The second daughter Xiaodou also did this job before.

    But Lefty feels sorry for his second daughter.  The second daughter has always done more work than his eldest sister since she returned to her parents' home.

    Lefty and Bai Yulan knew what was going on, so they asked Xiaodou to take the wife and children of the hired worker's family to get fine chaff.

    Because after the rice is harvested, it is transported here to be threshed manually, and then the husk is blown away by natural wind to become new rice, but it is not completely finished.  Don¡¯t throw away the fallen chaff, it¡¯s just rice bran.

    Sieve it finely, like fine chaff, which should be kept for human consumption, and coarse chaff, which is more useful, should be kept for feed.

    In addition, farmers cannot even throw away straw.

    Xiaodou had to take the women and children of the hired workers¡¯ families to pile straw into piles. These things were then taken back to burn the fire or returned to the fields to be used as fodder.

    Xiaodou¡¯s job seemed easier than cutting and threshing rice in the fields, but she found work on her own.

    I often run over, take the initiative to put the deed granules with bags on their backs, and then shout wheat after busy, "Little sister?"

    Only Zuo Xiaomai would come out. Before coming out, he would say: "Brother Junxi, read carefully, I will be back soon."

    ???????????? Then, Mai will perform a real show of technique, slap the mule on the butt and say, ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±

    There are no men for adzuki beans and wheat. The two sisters can escort the threshed millet to the Luo family.

    And here at the Luo family, Xiuhua would lie on a rocking chair to receive the food, pointing to the empty space where she poured it out: "Spread it here to dry." If the threshed millet is not dried in the sun, it will easily germinate.

    So, Lao Zuo¡¯s family knows that after five days, no, it will be four days including today, so they must hurry up and do it.

    Zhu Xingde earnestly helped Lefty beat rice for a while before leaving. Before leaving, he told Manshan, who came to deliver food: "You can help dad beat the rice for a while longer. My dad's arms are cramped. I'll go back and continue cutting."

    These words made Lefty feel warm again.

    "Some things are like this. It was obviously Zhu Xingde who caused Manshan to suffer, but as long as his words are in place, people will only remember Zhu Xingde's goodness.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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