Candide in Chronology is on strike

Chapter 117
Seeing that the two reconciled like this, Yun Qing rolled her eyes, and just about to say something sarcastic, Fang Zheng, who knew her temperament, quickly stopped her: "Don't make trouble for them, haven't you eaten the red bubbles I picked for you just now?"

"Hurry up and wash them with water. While they are fresh, let's eat them and never leave one for Liu Ming and the others."

Upon hearing this, Yun Qing couldn't care less about Chen Yue and Liu Ming: "Okay, I'll go right away, you wait for me here! Let's go out to eat."

The summer harvest in Chenhui Village starts in mid-June. Corn and soybeans are the first to be harvested, followed by peanuts.

As soon as these crops were harvested, the field was empty, and after heavy rain, sweet potatoes, soybeans, and peanuts were replanted. The planting method was rotated, that is, the previous peanut land was used to grow sweet potatoes, and the soybean land was used to grow peanuts, so as to avoid repeated cultivation of the same crop on the same field, which would increase the risk of infection by pathogens and cause the crops to fail. This is the planting experience handed down from the ancestors.

In mid-July, the early rice in the village was ripe, and all the male and female teachers in the village went to battle together. On a sunny day, the horn of harvesting was officially sounded.

Some young and middle-aged people are picking baskets, and some are throwing rice ears in rice buckets to beat down millet. This work is very hard, and people who do it are scratched all over, but there is no way to do it. Without the help of machines, everything must be done manually. Hard work is inevitable.

Older people and young women in the village are cutting rice. This job is easier than picking baskets to thresh rice. The half-aged people carry the cut rice near the rice bucket so that the threshers can pick it up.

As for those who are older, and those who have children at home can't get away, they stay in the village to dry rice and sift straw leaves. In short, there will be no idlers in the village during harvest time.

On the first day, from dawn to dusk, all men, women and children went into battle and gnawed down more than 40 acres of rice fields. After returning home and having dinner, I lay down on the bed, feeling uncomfortable all over, especially my waist, which was sore and swollen.

Qin Xi bent down in the field to cut the millet for a day, and now she feels that this waist is almost not her own, just a word, tired, after cutting it to the back, she can hardly feel the existence of the waist, it is completely supported by perseverance.

When I think of such a day, there will be another three or four days, and I feel that I will never love again.

When I got home at night, I still couldn’t stop, my body was covered in stinky sweat, I need to take a bath!
Other than that, let's eat!
Qin Jiang and Qin He took turns to fetch water, while Qin Xi was at home preparing to cook.

At this time, of course, the simpler the better, Qin Xi directly cooks a pot of stewed food. The last bit of bacon at home is added to the dried bamboo shoots soaked in advance, and it is served with the sweet potato stewed rice at home. Before serving, pour soy sauce and stir evenly.
In such a very hungry situation, ordinary meals will become delicacies, not to mention the delicious braised sweet potato rice with bacon.

When she woke up the next day, Qin Xi woke up and found that the skin on her face, hands, and neck, which had been scorching and painful from the sun, had turned several degrees darker, and the skin in some places was curled up. Although she wanted to tear it off, she held back.

At noon on the third day, the weather changed, and dark clouds quietly occupied a small half of the sky. The weather at this time is the most capricious. The sun may still be shining one second before, and there may be heavy rain the next second, or it may rain heavily while the sun is rising. In short, it is annoying and unpredictable.

Chen Aiguo and Chen Zongze, who were directing the summer harvest in the field, all changed their faces when they saw the dark clouds appear, and hurriedly ordered people to run back to harvest the rice with them.

The rice from the day before yesterday was almost dry, and it must not be rained at this time, otherwise the hard work of drying the grain for a few days will all go to waste.

Moreover, if it rains heavily, but the rice on the bamboo mat is not taken back to the granary in the village in time, it will be taken away by the flowing water. At that time, the rice will be embedded in the mud, and how to get it out will be a big problem.

Qin Xi and Tang Yingyunqing's field was not far from the sun-drying field. When the elders in the village saw that the weather had changed, they immediately asked the nearby people to go back to the village to harvest rice and protect their food.

It was the first time for Qin Xi and Tang Ying to experience this. They were a little confused about what to use and where to put it. They were a little bit in a hurry, but fortunately, Yun Qing, a veteran, was guiding them, so there was no delay.

The summer rain came quickly and urgently. Not long after the team leader and the village party secretary led people back, two-thirds of the rice had just been harvested, and the rain came down in a hurry. The traces of the rain on the ground were as big as an adult's thumb, and it was quite painful when it hit people.

But at this time, no one cares about the pain. The remaining rice must be taken back immediately, otherwise it will be their own grain that will be lost. After all, the amount of grain handed over is so much that it cannot be shaken every year. Whether it is more or less, whether the harvest is good or bad is only related to the villagers.

After harvesting the rest of the grain, everyone was drenched, including those in the field.

After returning home and changing clothes, the sky turned out to be sunny, and a rainbow bridge appeared. The children in the village were so excited, pointing at the colorful rainbow bridge, they were so happy.

After half an hour, the surface of the ground is almost dry, and the people in the village are busy again. The rice that was soaked before occupies the best position.

At this time, the yield of rice per mu was not high, and when the weather was good, it was only four to five hundred catties per mu. The specific situation depended on the quality of the land and the amount of fertilization.

Although there are such things as chemical fertilizers, they are not cheap, and it is difficult to approve them. Every town has quotas, and it is still a question of whether they can be used. Therefore, most of the land used for farming now is farm manure, that is, manure.

In addition, plant ash is also a kind of farmyard manure. As the name suggests, plant ash is the ashes of burned plants. Every year in late autumn, when the plants are withered and yellow, we pile up all the things that can be burned, such as thatch, bushes, etc., make a hole in the innermost part, light it, and then use something to extinguish the fire, leaving only the fire to burn slowly.

Of course, the vast majority of plant ash fertilizers are applied on dry land. A handful of plant ash is sprinkled in a pit. For paddy fields, one is to compost manure, and the other is to step on weeds and the like directly into the mud. When the weeds rot, they will also become fertilizer for rice.

(End of this chapter)