Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 175 Rest assured
The new year arrives, the new year passes, and the new year always disappears in my memory inadvertently.

Of course, memory, there is joy, there is unforgettable, naturally there is bitterness.

For Yang Xiaotao, this year was a normal one, nothing extraordinary happened, and he didn't bother to find a few beasts.

As for life, even if the supplies are reduced, but with the system, he has no shortage of food at all.

If you don't want to be too ostentatious, the close ones will also be taken care of.

The other families in the courtyard are living a tight life, especially the Jia family. Except for the lively time spent at the uncle's house on New Year's Eve, the rest of the time has become quiet.

There are two children in the family, and Jia Dongxu alone cannot support the family.

Fortunately, Yi Zhonghai sent some stick noodles from time to time to support some money tickets, so the family didn't stop cooking.

Even so, Jia Zhang's family is still domineering, sitting back and enjoying his success, and he has gained a lot of weight after eating.

Qin Huairu really wants to find a temporary job, but there are two children in the family, and Jia Zhang's family is not reliable, and she is interested in seeing sticks, but Xiaodang...

Qin Huairu didn't dare to hand over money-losing goods all day long.

At the Second Uncle's house, since the New Year's Eve, the Liu Guangtian brothers have not stopped crying.

At the third grandpa's house, the search was even more intense. On the night of New Year's Eve, Yan Fugui even counted the peanuts one by one and distributed them to his children.

Xu Damao's family is lively, with his clever mouth and small favors in the courtyard, his reputation has recovered, and his relationship with Lou Xiao'e has improved a lot.

It's just that the two of them had no results on the issue of their children, and it became their heart disease.

As soon as the light wheel of time turns, we bid farewell to the cold, cross the spring, and come straight to summer.

The sun was scorching, the earth was scorched by the sun, and the whole person became lazy.

Yang Xiaotao was leaning on the weeping willow, holding a book in his hand, reading with relish, not even looking at the fishing rod in front of him.

After the New Year, Yang Xiaotao got busy. From March, Yang Xiaotao began to breed in the yard. The harvested hybrid seeds continued to accumulate. In April, the seeds were sent back to Yangjiazhuang, and then let Xiaowei continue to work and continue to work for the autumn corn. breeding.

Calculating the time, three months have passed, and it is almost time to harvest.

Yang Xiaotao closed the book and put it on the backpack next to him, thinking to himself.

Then he stretched his waist and looked at the water surface, his hands were already on the fishing rod.

Wangcai next to him was lying on the ground flicking his tail boredly, and Uncle Chen next to him stared at the ripples of the fish with a nervous expression.

slam
Suddenly, Yang Xiaotao quickly swung the fishing rod up, a carp broke through the water, swung its body in the air, and finally landed on the ground.

Yang Xiaotao pulled the fish over, weighed it, and threw it into the bucket.

Then he compared eight to the envious Uncle Chen, which meant that he caught eight.

Looking at Uncle Chen's fish bucket, there is only one small crucian carp the size of a palm. The gap between the two can be seen.

Seeing that Uncle Chen ignored him, Yang Xiaotao continued to take the bait and fish.

Since Yang Xiaotao's fishing skills were promoted to level four, Xiaowei didn't need to fish with Yang Xiaotao.

Although it is not guaranteed every time, it can be caught five or six times out of ten. For those fishermen who don't get much in a day, this efficiency is already very high.

slam
Another carp was thrown up, and Uncle Chen at the side took a deep breath.

"Stop fishing, go home."

After speaking, he got up to pack his things, Yang Xiaotao laughed, threw the carp that had been removed from the hook into the bucket, then got up, put on his schoolbag, and walked back together with the bucket.

When the two returned home, the Yang family village was already busy.

On the ground, looking at the corn stalks taller than a person, Yang Dazhuang led the young and strong in the brigade with joy on their faces.

The last time Yang Xiaotao returned to the village, the entire Yangjiazhuang was under Mr. Yang's insistence. The land originally planted with other crops was used to grow corn, so that more than 200 acres of hybrid corn were planted in the entire village.

At the beginning, everyone felt a little aggressive and a little unreliable in their hearts. They all wanted to plant less, so as to avoid troubles and cause losses to the village.

But now, after more than two months of wind and rain, these corns not only have no problems, but are also the same as last year's experiment. Each one has grown big and thick. When you peel one off, you can see the solid corn kernels inside. Not only full but also not small.

If it is dried in the sun, more flour will be ground.

Now Yang Dazhuang is grateful to Yang Xiaotao for getting such a good seed, and he is also grateful to Mr. Yang for fighting against all opinions.

Otherwise, judging by the situation, would he hit the south wall with no regrets?

Even so, he still blamed himself a little.

"This year's autumn corn, all are planted."

Thinking in my heart, but with a big wave of my hand, the young laborers who couldn't wait for a long time waved their sickles and immediately stepped forward.

Yang Dazhuang also walked into the field, bent down, passed the three corn stalks forward with the blade, and then pushed back.

卡噗
卡噗
卡噗
Three times in a row, the three corn stalks were held in the palm of Yang Dazhuang's hands, feeling the heavy weight, and his heart was filled with joy.

He quickly put the corn stalk in his hand beside him, and continued to move forward with the sickle.

Behind him, his wife Wang, wearing a bamboo hat, pulled up the corn stalks and put them together, then pinched the end of the corn stalks with her left hand, and broke them down with her right hand.

With a bang, a corn wrapped in the skin was detached from the corn stalk, and it was thrown into the basket beside it.

As for the corn cobs inside, we still have to find time to dig them out.

The remaining coats can not only be used for fire, but also can be processed by hand. The old people in the village use it to weave futons.

Throw it into the field aside, and then go to break another one.

Someone behind him will naturally collect them and bring them back together.

卡噗
patter
The rhythm of the cooperation between the two is like the sound of labor, clear and pleasant.

All of a sudden, the whole field was filled with popping sounds, like a harvester, clearing away patches of yellow corn groves.

Mr. Yang was sitting in front of a hill-like pile of corn, his hands moved swiftly, he tore them apart, and then broke them hard, a thick and tender corn cob appeared in his hands.

Mr. Yang weighed it with his hands, surrounded by busy people, "This one weighs at least half a catty!"

An old man next to him looked at Lehe, "What's the matter, I'm all this big."

As Mr. Yang said, he threw the corn into the basket behind him, and the boys next to him carried the full basket away, sent it to the threshing floor, and spread it out to dry in the sun.

Mr. Yang continued to peel the skin, and the smile on his face never stopped.

At this moment, the heart that has been hanging has finally let go.

The same is true of some old men and women around, and they are very happy this year.

They are all old people in the farmer's land. When harvesting, they can estimate the approximate output at a glance.

Like the hills in front of us now, not to mention the usual years, even last year, most of the corn fields were harvested.

But now, after listening to Yang Shitou who brought it back, he only took one-third of it.

There are many more left.

Mr. Yang is sweet in his heart, what does this mean?
It means that these sticks are big and the harvest is good.

"His great-grandfather, that grandson of your family is quite awesome!"

The old man beside him gave a thumbs up, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

"With so much food collected this time, the people in our village won't have to go hungry in the end!"

After hearing this, Grandpa Yang laughed proudly.

"The younger generation has its own ideas. Those of us who are about to enter the soil, help as much as we can, and if we can't help, just show them their homes!"

"That's right, that's right."

"By the way, does that kid have a wife?"

"This stinky boy, no, I have to talk about it when I come back next time, I can't leave someone to take care of me."

"Yes, yes. By the way, my second child's daughter is..."

"But pull it down, that girl is only sixteen, don't talk about it, work!"

When Grandpa Yang heard this, he immediately stopped the conversation. In a short time, several old women had already turned their heads. If he opened his mouth, someone would lead his daughter to him tonight.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it."

"Won't you take out that bottle of wine in your family's collection to celebrate?"

"What are you celebrating? Let's talk about it after the collection is over!"

"Just pick it up, who doesn't know that the cigarettes you brought back last time were held by you alone?"

"What do you mean it has been withheld? That is the filial piety of other people's children!"

"Filial piety? I'm still his cousin!"

"Miao Yang, go away, you have no place to talk about seniority."

"Hey, you're starting to be unreasonable, everyone, listen up, Old Yang is playing rascal again!"

There was laughter all around.

"Okay, I'll just wait for your words."

A few people were joking again, Mr. Yang didn't make a fuss, how many years of friendship, lying together in the wind and fire, who can stay after birth and death, who doesn't know who?
Who annoyed whom?
However, looking at the corn in front of him, Yang Xiaotao was once again in his heart.

"Quickly!"

"Finish and eat!"

Haha~~~

A week later, on the threshing floor, the sun-baked corn lost moisture rapidly, and the dried corn turned orange.

The people in Yangjiazhuang gathered together, a large pile of corn was placed in front of them, and each person began to knead them one by one.

The sun-dried corn kernels become hard and fall off quickly under the action of force.

After a while, everyone's legs and feet were submerged in corn.

After working like this for three days, many of the village's hands were worn out, and only then did they pick up all the harvested corn. Taking advantage of the good weather, they walked on the threshing ground for two days in the sun, and then began to weigh them in bags.

As the night fell, everyone in Yangjiazhuang remained in high spirits.

Yang Dazhuang was standing under the only light bulb in the courtyard of the large team. Two strong men in front of him were holding a tall wooden stick with thick arms, and the other was holding a wooden scale.

There is also a wooden frame in front of the two, which is fastened with a rope.

There are many people around the yard, all waiting.

"Master!"

Yang Dazhuang glanced at Mr. Yang who was sitting at the table beside him, with a pen and paper in his hand, ready to go.

"Okay, everyone, on the scale!"

As Yang Dazhuang's voice fell, Yang Shitou and a young man next to him immediately carried a bag of corn into the box.

By the way, hang the rope on the iron hook of the wooden scale.

The two men also inserted the wood into the steel ring and put it on the shoulders.

"rise!"

As the two men shouted, the wooden scale was pulled down from the wooden frame and lifted up, and then Yang Dazhuang was pulling the weight beside him.

Under the action of the lever, the wooden scale quickly balanced, and after three breaths, the wooden frame was lowered. Yang Dazhuang just glanced at the copper star on the scale, and a smile appeared on his face.

"165 catties and 4 taels!"

"165!"

Roar~~~
When everyone heard this, they immediately shouted.

Mr. Yang on the side immediately wrote it down, but just peeled it in his heart.

The number in hand became 160 catties and 4 taels.

Even so, the few old people who were watching the excitement were still muttering.

"160, usually a bag is more than 150, these corn grains are honest!"

"Stop talking, there's more, there's more."

On the other side, another bag was weighed.

"172 catties and 1 taels!"

"166 catties and 8 taels!"

……

One after another voices sounded, cheers continued to be heard from the entire compound, and Mr. Yang's arms were recorded trembling. These numbers represent not only food, but also the lifeblood of the village.

After midnight, the noise in the courtyard continued.

There have been five waves of people carrying the scales, and the recorder has changed to someone else.

And in a corner of the yard, a large pile of corn bags was stacked so high that it was almost level with the yard wall.

Second, outside, the enthusiastic people were still carrying corn sacks, waiting to be weighed.

The next day, early in the morning.

When the last sack of corn was weighed, everyone still gathered together, looking at the tall and thick sack of corn gradually clear in the sun, feeling relieved.

"Don't call me, I'm going to sleep on it today!"

Yang Shitou couldn't help but lie on the top bag, smelling the smell of corn in the air, patting here and there, and shouting to his companions.

"Leave me one, I want to sleep too. Be sure!"

"So much corn, it's the first time I've seen it in my life."

"Xiaoer, go home and get some wine. I'm going to eat here today."

Everyone was interested, and they had everything to say.

But the common theme is that there are too many gains this time.

(End of this chapter)