The age of rebirth: I became a farmer's little koi

Chapter 209 The Conscience Can't Live

Thanks to the help of Zhang's father and son, the Liu family harvested more than three mu of rice in one day, even though they rested for four hours at noon, and harvested all of them under the moonlight.

It must be very tiring to talk so much in a day, but seeing the few piles of millet in the yard made everyone feel very happy.

"Okay, everyone, wash up and go to sleep. Get up early tomorrow to dry the millet, and take advantage of the sun to get a few more suns. When the late rice is planted in the field and the public grain is paid, you can breathe a sigh of relief." Chen Zhaodi took off her apron, He slapped the dust and rice awns on his body vigorously and urged everyone to wash and rest.

In summer, the men and women in the village basically go directly to the river to bathe.

It was the same with Chen Zhaodi and Wang Sanmei in the past. They have been taken by Liu Xinyu for the past two years and have rarely bathed in the river.

Liu Xinyu had already boiled hot water, and she and Liu Xinju had already taken a bath first.

It's almost twelve o'clock now. Although Liu Xinyu often stays up late, she is too sleepy to open her eyes after a busy day. While rubbing her eyes, she said to Chen Zhaodi: "Grandma, I boil a lot of hot water, you Just use it with Second Aunt. I’m so sleepy, let’s go to bed first.”

Chen Zhaodi walked towards the kitchen and said, "Go ahead, you don't have to get up so early tomorrow, you can sleep more."

Of course it is okay to sleep more, but Liu Xinyu is not used to sleeping in. The next day, she got up as soon as there was movement in the yard.

"Didn't I tell you to sleep more? Why did you get up? Did I disturb you?" Seeing Liu Xinyu coming out of the bedroom, Chen Zhaodi, who was chopping grains, paused slightly and looked at it apologetically. Liu Xinyu.

Liu Xinyu looked up at the sky, smiled at Chen Zhaodi, and said, "No, grandma! I usually get up at this time. Today should be another sunny day!"

As he spoke, he walked to the middle of the yard, squatted down and tried the thickness of the millet spread out to dry, and frowned slightly.

The area that can be used for drying in this yard is still a bit small!

"Grandma, I think people will be drying millet on the river dam soon, should we also pick some to dry on the river dam?" Liu Xinyu asked as she stood up and clapped her hands to remove the millet sticking to her hands.

The Minqin Brigade has a dedicated sun-drying field. When the production team used to harvest rice separately, they didn’t feel that the sun-drying field was not enough.

Now that the contract is assigned to households, the time for rice harvesting is much more concentrated than before, and the rice drying field is naturally not enough.

In the past few days, in order to grab the grain farm, either this family quarreled with that family, or that family fought with this family.

Gradually, some people occupy the river dams and the roadsides to dry rice, but there are still too many monks and too little porridge.

What Chen Zhaodi wanted most was of course the grain drying field in the village, which was specially built by the brigade with a lot of money and cement. It could be dried directly without bamboo drying mats, but she felt it was not worth it to quarrel with others to dry the millet.

Of course, if Chen Zhaodi didn't let people go before, she would have to fight for it.

Now, she just wants to dry the millet as soon as possible and clear the field, so that she can continue to make her bags and earn her money.

There is a lot of room for drying millet on the other side of the river dam, but you have to bring bamboo drying mats.

There is a bamboo drying mat at home, but it can’t solve the big problem. On the contrary, it requires a lot of labor, and someone has to watch it on the river dam. It’s better to just dry it in your own yard and turn it over a few times.

"Let's dry it in our own yard. Although the place is smaller and the millet is thicker, as long as it is turned frequently, it can be dried quickly without affecting other work." Chen Zhaodi explained while chopping the millet evenly.

Liu Xinyu thought about it, and felt that what Chen Zhaodi said made sense, so she stopped talking.

Today Liu Houxing and Liu Qingsong went to the fields. They wanted to draw water into the fields, and when the water soaked the fields, they plowed the fields and prepared to plant late rice seedlings.

The late rice seedlings have already been bred, and now they are as tall as a palm, ready to be planted at any time.

Wang Sanmei took a few children to pull out the straw to dry, and when it was dried, it would be piled into haystacks, and a paper factory would come to the village to buy it.

The qualified ones are used to make paper, and the unqualified ones are used as firewood, or pulled into the ground and burned to ashes as fertilizer.

Liu Xinyu wanted to help, but Wang Sanmei refused.

Although everyone basically eats in the same pot now, Liu Xinyu's household registration is no longer at home, and she has not been assigned a field, and Liu Xinyu will leave a quick sum of money for Chen Zhaodi every time she goes back to school.

When rushing to harvest, let Liu Xinyu help with cooking, delivering water and so on, everyone can understand, and asking Liu Xinyu to help them with these farm work, Wang Sanmei's conscience can't bear it.

Chen Zhaodi stayed at home to dry the millet, and also did not let Liu Xinyu interfere. Liu Xinyu, who had nothing to do, stood in the main room for a while, and decided to assemble the sewing machine by hand.

All available space in the yard was used to dry the millet. Liu Xinyu only had an area of ​​about seven or eight square meters under the grape trellis, but it was almost enough for her to use.

The spare parts and accessories dragged back from the capital are piled up in different places in the utility room according to their types.

Although the utility room was relatively large, it was not well ventilated and was obviously very stuffy.

Liu Xinyu was already sweating profusely after finding a few pieces.

I had to move the found parts under the grape trellis one by one, rest for a while, and then go to the utility room to find the needed parts.

After going back and forth several times like this, it took almost an hour to find the parts.

Once all the parts are found, it's quick to assemble.

Soon a sewing machine was assembled. Although it looked a bit old, Liu Xinyu applied lubricating oil everywhere, installed the thread and tried to step on it, and it felt good.

"This machine looks old, but the sound seems to be pretty good." Chen Zhaodi, who was turning millet, was attracted by the sound of Liu Xinyu stepping on the sewing machine, and looked up and down the sewing machine.

Liu Xinyu nodded and said with a smile: "It's really not bad, use it carefully, and it will be fine for another five years."

Chen Zhaodi hadn't had time to ask about these parts when they were shipped back, but now that he had time, he asked Liu Xinyu about it.

The parts Liu Xinyu hauled back from the capital were quite a lot. Even if it was just selling scrap iron, it could be sold for hundreds of dollars.

Although they are all old, they can be directly assembled into sewing machines, which will only cost more money, and it is absolutely impossible to give them away for free.

When Zhang Zhaodi learned that these parts can be assembled into no less than 1000 machines, and Liu Xinyu spent a total of less than [-] yuan, she was really surprised and delighted.

Of course, she didn't expect that Liu Xinyu planned to use these old sewing machines and seaming machines to set up factories in the village. Although the current policy is much looser, she has never heard of any private factories.

She thought that Liu Xinyu was going to sell the old sewing machines assembled from the parts bought at scrap metal prices.

Fifty units, even if one is only sold for 50 yuan, it can be sold for [-] yuan, and the income is more than doubled!
(End of this chapter)