After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

Chapter 126 Busy Hungry Ghost Festival
It took three and a half days for Qin Yao's family to harvest ten acres of land.

Not the fastest, but not slow either.

It's just that Qin Yao's efficiency in threshing grain is not so amazing compared to her efficiency in beheading.

The harvested millet is carried to the house one by one, and the front and back yards are piled high. Taking advantage of the good weather, it is plowed and dried every day.

The last load of millet was carried through the door, and Liu Ji sat down on the sun-heated gravel floor, "Finally the work is done!"

As soon as he said these words, it seemed that he could no longer exert any strength, and his entire soul was in a state of emptiness.

Qin Yao felt better, strode into the main room and drank half of the pot of water.

The four Dalang brothers and sisters walked slowly and arrived home a little later. Their faces were as red as Guan Gong due to the harsh sun.

Qin Yao looked down at her hands, the skin exposed outside her clothes was three degrees dark.

Three days of sunshine restored her skin, which had been maintained for more than half a year, to its original shape.

Liu Ji, on the other hand, didn't get tanned much, leaning all over the grain pile to let go, with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, he looked like a dissolute.

"Take a break for a quarter of an hour, and then you go and call Liu Dafu's family and ask them to take away the food." Qin Yao slumped on the chair after giving instructions, letting go.

The four elder men naturally followed suit. They put away the farm tools they had brought back, took off their shoes and socks, and sat in a row under the eaves with bare feet to rest.

Seeing the birds flying down to eat the grains in the yard, Siniang stood up and said "Hey!" and ran over to chase the birds away, "Don't eat my grains!"

Liu Ji grinned, finding it interesting to see his daughter competing with a bird.

Unfortunately, two quarters of an hour came in an instant. He patted his butt and got up and went out, calling Liu Dafu to come and collect the grain.

The first mu of land harvested five hundred catties of grain, and everyone was overjoyed.

But the yield per mu after that was not able to exceed this number. In June, the fields collapsed, resulting in a lot of losses. Only [-] kilograms were harvested.

The ten mu of land yielded a total of 890 five catties, an average of 480 nine catties per mu.

Compared with previous years, there is about [-] catties more per mu, and if you add up, there will be nearly [-] catties more grain per [-] mu.

Liu Dafu's family received 950% of the income, a total of [-] jin.

The remaining 930 pounds, minus one-fifteenth of the grain tax, finally got 740 pounds, which is the total harvest of Qin Yao's family this year.

This much grain could be sold for about 16 taels and four cents of silver based on last year's grain prices.

However, Qin Yao has to eat four people's food by herself now, and the two thousand and 700 catties are barely enough for her own food, so she doesn't plan to sell it.

Of course, this is barely enough, referring to the big white rice.

If other people in the village can drink gruel all year round and not starve to death, that would be very good.

If they had this mu yield, they would sell more than half of it and exchange it for money for daily necessities, rice, oil and salt.

The three brothers Liu Gong led the family's carriage and ox cart, and came to his house with Liu Ji to pull grain.

Along the way, I have repeatedly expressed my admiration for the yield per mu of Liu Ji's family, and said that I will buy grain seeds from them, and plan to plant his family's seeds next year.

Liu Ji said seriously: "I envy you all. There are so many fertile fields, and you can harvest so much every year just by sitting."

The three Liu Gong brothers: "."

"Hey? Why don't you talk anymore?"

Liu Ji looked at the three of them blankly. If he ignored the evil spirit that flashed in his eyes, he would be really innocent.

Qin Yao heard movement outside the door, walked out, saw Liu Ji bringing people, and beckoned them to enter the house.

"The yard is not big enough to dry so much grain, so I have to ask you to take it back first." Qin Yao explained politely.

Only then did the three Liu Gong brothers recover from the embarrassing atmosphere, one clarified the receipt with her, and the other two took the food back with Liu Ji.

They brought baskets, and one cart pulled eight baskets, more than 900 catties of grain, and they could finish it in two trips, which was very fast.With [-]% less millet, the remaining vacancy in the front and back yards is just enough for drying.

Qin Yao looked at the sky, there are at least two more sunny days, and the food at home can be dried out.

Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, and it is also the last day of Liu Ji's holiday.

Qin Yao must make good use of this strong labor force.

The matter of drying the millet was left to the four elder men to keep an eye on. They took the sickle and dragged Liu Ji, who was crying for his father and mother, to the entrance of the village.

The barren grassland in the water mill was covered with grass as far as one could see.

Hearing Qin Yao calling for a cut, Liu Ji suddenly felt his eyes darken, "Madam, I seem to have heat stroke!"

Immediately, his body swayed, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

Qin Yao turned around and put a sickle on his neck, "Do you want to cut it?"

Liu Ji took a sharp breath, blinked his eyes twice sincerely, "I'll cut it."

The sickle on his neck was removed.

Qin Yao pointed out to him an area with few vines, then plunged headfirst into the barren grass, swung the knife with a "kuang kuang", with her as the center, the surrounding grass dwarfed visibly to the naked eye, revealing the color of the earth.

All day long, other people's homes are celebrating the Hungry Ghost Festival, celebrating the harvest, offering sacrifices to ancestors with the best rice this year, inviting ancestors to taste, and beaming with joy.

As for Qin Yao's family, they had cleaned up more than 300 square meters of grassland and never thought about ancestor worship.

In the evening, when the couple returned home from work and saw the desks and incense candles placed in the courtyards of every house, they suddenly remembered this.

But when the couple looked at each other, they couldn't find any respect for the ancestors, ghosts and gods in each other's eyes.

"Is there any fragrance in our house?" Qin Yao asked.

Liu Ji scratched his head, "It seems to burn out during the Chinese New Year."

"Are there any candles?"

Liu Ji hissed, "It seems to be used up too, I was copying books all night before."

Qin Yao thought for a while, "Then why don't you cook two bowls of meat and say goodbye?"

Liu Ji rolled his eyes, "Miss, did you forget that our meat was eaten two days ago?"

It's too late to go to town to buy some, the pork shop has closed its stall early!
Qin Yao was about to say, don’t celebrate this holiday.

Liu Ji stopped suddenly.

Qin Yao looked up and saw that it was the gate of Liu's old house.

Liu Ji pointed to the incense table inside, "We are all from the same ancestor anyway. Let's go home and bring some newly harvested millet over and worship together."

Qin Yao raised her eyebrows, it makes sense!

So, the husband and wife walked home slowly, put down the sickle, washed their hands and faces, took the remaining half bag of snacks and a new bowl of millet at home, locked the door, and led the four children in the family, neatly Qi came to Liu's old house.

"Father, let's pay respects to our ancestors!"

With dim sum in one hand and millet in the other, Liu Ji arrived before the sound of people arriving, startling He Shi who was in charge of the kitchen until his heart beat twice.

Turning around, I saw Lao San's family of six appearing in the courtyard, holding new grains for ancestor worship, and I secretly thought something was wrong.

Sure enough, the third child said directly to her: "Sister-in-law, please cook more rice. We will eat here tonight. Our family is very lively."

Mrs. He let out a long sigh. What else could she say when she met this bastard? Just go wash the rice with a ladle!

(End of this chapter)