I farmed and raised cubs in ancient times

Chapter 89 Windmill Car, Kite
She is the only adult in the family. Although Erlang is a boy, he is only 13 years old, and he cannot be expected to contract the field.

So only Jiang Zhi was tired.

No matter, let's go all out.

Jiang Zhi only rested for a while, and after drinking a bowl of rice milk with added sugar, she spread her arms and started threshing millet.

To clear a handful of rice, it has to be hammered repeatedly on the threshing board.One morning, Jiang Zhi and Ye Erlang worked together to kill half an acre of land, Jiang Zhi's patience was almost worn out.

For the next two days, Jiang Zhi lived like a year.She really regrets why she didn't think about it earlier and build a simple thresher.

After the rice was harvested, it was to be put on the drying mat. Ye Xiaomei used bamboo claws to pick out the sundries inside, and waited for the sun to dry them.

Ye Xiaomei's work is not as light as Jiang Zhi's in the field, she also has to take care of Ye Heng.

The sun-dried millet needs to be blown away by windmills to leave pure millet.

The Ye family does not have a windmill, and only three families in the entire Ye family village have windmills.

There was one in the second room, and Ye Erbo asked Daniel Ermao to carry the windmill to Ye's house.Ermao saw that the millet produced by Jiang Zhi's family this year seemed to be different from his own. It should be said that the grains were larger than his own, and there was a lot of millet piled up on the drying mat. up.

So Ermao asked: "Big sister, what kind of millet are you? How did this millet grow so swollen?"What is the size of a piece of field?
Daniu also found this, and was very curious, so he asked Jiang Zhi what kind of grain he used.

"There's nothing unusual about the seedling nursery that was sprinkled with millet saved last year." Jiang Zhi replied.

"Impossible, we use the grain seeds we saved last year, and our family specially picked large grains of millet for raising seedlings, but the rice is not so round. Something must have happened in the middle, think about it carefully. ?” Daniel is very eager to grow rice like Jiang Zhi’s.

"I don't know either." How could she make it clear?One of the fields was planted by seedlings, and she used the spiritual water in the space overnight to bring it back to life, but unexpectedly, someone discovered something strange.

"Is this born in the destroyed field?" Er Mao asked again.

"The millets in the two fields are all mixed together." Jiang Zhi was afraid that Ermao would also go to pluck the seedlings in the coming year, so she immediately added, "Maybe it's God who can't see through it, which made my troubled field produce such good crops." Millet."

Even Jiang Zhi herself didn't know about this, it seemed that it could only be attributed to the weather.

Ye Daniu and Ye Ermao didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing that Jiang Zhi was prevaricated, she naturally started to use the windmill to turn millet.

Before entering the windmill, the millet has passed through sieves on both sides, and most of the large particles of stones and black barnyardgrass seeds are removed, and the remaining small particles can only be driven out by the windmill.

Jiang Zhi could only use her eyesight to determine the yield. She harvested about [-] catties of millet (ancient catties) in these two acres of land.If it is put into the modern per-mu yield of [-] jin, her output is simply not enough.

The family worked hard for half a day, and the millet was cleaned up and put into the cabinet.

Jiang Zhi inherited the original owner's incomplete memory, and only after asking Ye Ermao did she know that there are very few people pounding rice now, and they all use a roller to grind it.There is a rice milling shop in the village next door, and all the rice from the ten miles and eight villages is sent to the rice milling workshop in the village of Qikuaitian next door. You can get white rice with a little money.

She was worrying blindly.

Now there is no shortage of rice at home, so I am not busy sending millet to the rice mill.

Putting the millet into the warehouse, forget about Jiang Zhi's heart trouble.The only sugar cane left in the field has been confiscated. It will take more than two months for this to be officially harvested at the end of October.

Sugarcane is not sugar cane, it is a fruit, Jiang Zhi can only pray: Don't be greedy, children!Take care of your hands and mouth.

Don't steal it, and don't get caught if you steal it.

After selling sugar cubes twice, Jiang Zhi never sold sugar again.The brown sugar that Jiang Yu brought her last time was all made into white sugar and rock sugar by her.

Now she has tens of catties in stock.

"Brother Heng's clothes are short again, he grows really fast." Ye Xiaomei cut out the clothes that Ye Erlang had when he was a child, and put them on the hem and sleeves of Ye Heng's clothes.

Ye Heng only grew taller, but his figure remained unchanged.

In the spring of next year, he will be four years old.

The move was scheduled after Ye Heng's fourth birthday.

"This is a good thing." The weather was good today, Jiang Zhi took the leftover silk cloth that Ye Xiaomei made a round fan, and tied a kite.She has only been in the village for a few months, and she has already learned various farm skills of village women.

Digging and hoeing are trivial tasks, but more importantly, she learned how to weave bamboo, straw sandals, and shoe soles with a group of village women (although she didn't do it well, but she learned how to do it anyway), and knew which crops to plant in which season, etc.

Qiu took her into her small circle of village women, including Zhou's sister-in-law and her new daughter-in-law.

While being influenced by the women of Yejia Village, she is also influencing them.

Jiang Zhi will inadvertently reveal some common sense that the local people do not know, especially about epidemic prevention. I heard that there was a plague more than 20 years ago, and there were dead people everywhere. It is still embarrassing to mention it now.

Ye Heng put down the little wooden horse and cloth tiger, ran to Jiang Zhi, watched her draw on the tied silk cloth: "Mother, is this a kite?"

"That's right, little boy, I'll take you to the entrance of the village to fly the kite when mother makes it." Jiang Zhi continued to draw without stopping the pen.

"Okay!" Ye Heng was so excited that he turned his hands and feet.

I almost laughed so hard that my stomach crumpled, and finally picked up the pen, thinking of Ye Heng's appearance just now, I started laughing again.

Ye Heng didn't understand why his mother was laughing, but his intuition told him that her mother was laughing at him.

If it can make mother happy, he is also happy, so the big one and the small one laughed together.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh anymore, otherwise my little aunt will definitely say that my mother didn't behave well and taught you badly." Jiang Zhi put Ye Heng down.

Ye Xiaomei on the side raised her eyes: "..." How dare I?

The kite string is a hemp thread that I learned to extract ramie fiber when I was playing with a group of village women some time ago, and then mixed with the silk taken from the silk cloth. Easy to tear off.

It's just right for kite string.

On the kite, Jiang Zhi drew a Q version of a picture of a tiger playing with children, and the prototype was Ye Heng.

"Let's go out to fly the kite, little sister quickly follow." Jiang Zhi pulled Ye Heng and waved to Ye Xiaomei.

A family of three jumped up and down the country road.The more you get to the entrance of the village, the more open it becomes.

"Wait for Auntie to fly the kite for you, little boy, wait." Jiang Zhi stroked Ye Heng's hair, then took out a handkerchief to measure the wind direction.

(End of this chapter)