Farmers have space: open wasteland and set up stalls to farm

Chapter 249 Wheat Harvest
When the night comes, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow

Lianzhi stood on the ground looking at the golden wheat waves fluctuating with the wind. The moment finally arrived, and the joy of the harvest was beyond words...

This wheat is a new type of seed in the 24th century. The yield per mu is as high as [-] jin. The area at the foot of her mountain is less than two mu.
For the rest, Lian Zhi planted some vegetables and eggplants because of the late land reclamation.

Knowing that Lianzhi was going to harvest wheat today, many people in the village also planned to rush over to help, even if they didn't have any work at home, they all wanted to come and have a look.

After all, they have grown so big, and they have never seen a single acre of land that can produce so much wheat.

"Head of the house, you should take the fence around here with Dafeng first, and then we'll start cutting."

Aunt Lian had already prepared a scythe and was ready to do a big job. The surrounding fence was built by Lian Dafeng and Lian Youfu with wooden branches in the early stage of Lianzhi's wheat field.

Lian Zhi didn't want them to do this at first, and it would be bad if the villagers didn't see her, but both herself and Aunt Yu asked for this over and over again,
In fact, their original intention was not to deliberately block anyone, but to guard against those who have a heart, such as Muramasa's wife.

After all, not everyone was genuinely happy for Lianzhi when they saw the bumper harvest in the wheat field.

Generations of people have never seen so much wheat growing in the field at once. If the envious people play tricks behind their backs, it will be too late to regret it.

So under their constant nagging, the fence was erected when the wheat was ripe on the head.

Not only that, Yu Dashan also built a kennel on the top of the wheat field, and every night Dahua took Da Miao outside to watch the wheat for them.

Everyone has paid a lot for this wheat field...

Today is the harvest time. Uncle Yu and his son did not go to the mountains to reclaim wasteland anymore. Even Daguang and his wife came here early with tools like Lian Youfu and his wife.

Many uncles, aunts, aunts and sisters-in-law in the village also came to help Lianzhi harvest wheat together.

Especially those families that Lianzhi promised to leave seeds for them, prepared the sickles that had been unused for many years at home, and came here early.

"Girl Zhi, the fence will be unloaded in a while, so you can start when you are ready!"

An uncle not far away from Lian Zhi shouted at Lian Zhi that he was helping Lian Youfu and his son to dismantle the fence at the moment. There were about a dozen people watching, and this thing was done in a blink of an eye.

"Wait a little longer!"

Lian Zhi yelled at him, and looked towards the street, Grandpa Fifth hasn't come yet!
Seeing that Lianzhi seemed to be waiting for someone, a sister-in-law next to her asked her, "Lianzhi, what are you waiting for? If you don't have enough guys, tell us, and we'll go back and find them for you."

"That's right! I have this sickle at home. It hasn't been used for many years. I took it out this morning and sharpened it!"

"Hahaha, isn't it? My sickle has rusted long ago. If it wasn't for the bumper harvest in Lianzhi's wheat field, it might not be usable without the rust."

"Hahaha……"

After a while, there were joking discussions on the ground, without exception, they were all about their own sickle.

The village has stopped growing wheat for a long time, and even if they did, there would be no harvest. Their sickles were also rusted at home when they bought them.

Who would have thought that one day the rusty sickle in my home would become a topic of conversation in the fields...

(End of this chapter)