The strongest peasant girl in Xiuse Jinyuan

Chapter 578 Harvest Planning to Open a Winery (3)
It seems that words can be made up nonsense, but can words be made up nonsense?Besides, Master Jing is not as easy to fool as her mother, her second aunt, her second uncle, grandma, and grandpa.

Ling Jing stood with her hands behind her back, holding a pair of bright phoenix eyes, smilingly waiting for Wei Changqu's answer.

Obviously, Master Jing was very curious about the rows of red beans.

Wei Changjue only felt that he was in trouble. If he told the truth, wouldn't it expose her soul travel?How to explain it better.

Twisting the curved willow eyebrows, biting his lips slightly, and thinking for a while, Wei Changju looked at Ling Jing and asked, "Ling Jing, if you say, I'm not exactly me..." I don't think it can be explained like this Too clear, the words paused.

Ling Jing stared at Wei Changqu's slapped face in bewilderment, and didn't interrupt her, waiting for her to continue.

Wei Changjue frowned and thought for a while before continuing: "That is to say, I am not the real Wei Changjue. If you say that I am just a lonely soul from another world, how will you treat me?"

After thinking about it, Wei Changju still decided to ask Ling Jing tentatively.

After finishing speaking, Wei Changju raised his brows and stared nervously at Ling Jing's peerless face.

Seeing that Ling Jing's expression remained normal, she was slightly relieved.

Now that she has chosen him, it is not impossible to tell him the secret in her heart.

Ling Jing didn't answer Wei Changqu's question immediately, but wrapped her arms around her waist with both hands, pulled her into her arms with a little force, and pressed her tightly against her chest, Let her feel her own heartbeat.

After embracing each other for a while, Ling Jing leaned against Wei Changqu's ear and whispered softly, "Qiao'er, I'm very happy that you are willing to tell me this."

His tone of voice trembled slightly, as if excited.

While speaking, his arms tightened slightly again, wishing to rub Wei Changqu's whole body into his own flesh and blood.

"Zhu'er, no matter where you come from, you are unique in my heart. In this life, I only recognize you, and I want you. Whether you are a human being or a lonely soul, I don't care."

Wei Changqu buried his head on Ling Jing's chest, listening to his vigorous and powerful heartbeat, Ling Jing's affectionate whispers directly entered her heart, the corners of her mouth gradually floated up, and her slap was as big as a small one. A bright smile appeared on his face.

She knew that what Ling Jing said just now were all sincere words from the heart.

Stretching out his hands, he took the initiative to wrap around Ling Jing's slender waist, and hugged him tightly.

Taught Ling Jing to make a birthday cake, it was getting late, the two of them went to the Tianjing place to rest for a while, after that, Wei Changjue had dinner with Ling Jing, and then ordered Su Feng and Gu Yu to drive the carriage and go back Shili Village.

July is sunny and sometimes rainy. It is sunny and sunny for several consecutive days, and there are occasional showers. There is no shortage of water in the fields, and the climate is warm and humid, which is very suitable for the growth of crops.

Wei Changqu originally estimated that the corn and sorghum in the field should mature at the end of July and early August. This time, the weather has been beautiful, and the maturity period has been advanced by more than ten days.

There is nothing important to do in the silkworm house. In mid-July, I just focus on harvesting the corn and sorghum in the field.

On the ridge of the field, a slender purple figure stood with her hands behind her back, and the wind from the field gently lifted the corners of her purple skirt.

"Zu'er, this year's corn and sorghum grow really well."

Jiang Yungui opened his eyes wide, looking at the large expanse of sorghum and corn in front of him, and laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

The corn sticks were thick and long, each stick weighed nearly a catty, and the grains were so full that they hung heavily on the corn sticks, making Lao Xiyan look at them from a distance.

The sorghum field is so bright red that you can't see the end at a glance. Following the wind in the field, big prodigal seeds are turned up one after another. The ripe tassels rustle in the wind, and the sound is very pleasant.

He had planted the land for half his life, but it was the first time he had seen such a bountiful harvest.

Seeing Jiang Yungui's happy face, Wei Changju just pursed his lips and smiled faintly.

In her previous life, she was used to seeing hybrid rice and hybrid corn. The yield of hybrid varieties was much higher than the sorghum and corn she was planting now. Therefore, she was not too surprised to see the corn and sorghum harvest in the field. .

But in this day and age, the grain output is low, so it is really rare for her to be able to grow corn and sorghum like this, no wonder his second uncle is so excited.

Wei Changjue stood on the ridge of the field, with a field of corn under her feet. She leaned forward slightly, reached out and broke off a corn stick, grasping it firmly with one hand, and peeled off the corn husk with the other hand.

The blue and yellow corn husks are peeled off, revealing the corn whiskers and golden corn grains inside.

The corn silks were dark brown, sticking to the corn cobs, they were definitely ripe, Wei Changqu peeled off the corn silks, and rubbed some corn kernels in the palm of his hand.

The corn grains fell off in the palm of the hand after rubbing lightly. There was no tender skin, and the grains were large and full.

"Second Uncle, let's arrange for someone to pick the corn tomorrow." Wei Changjue said calmly, and after finishing speaking, he handed the corn cobs in his hand to Jiang Yungui to see.

"The particles can be rubbed off easily, and it can be picked."

Jiang Yungui took the corn stick from Wei Changqu, held it in his hand, and weighed it, good guy, it's really heavy.

After weighing it, he also rubbed two handfuls of particles, and then he smiled and said to Wei Changqu: "Okay, you can do whatever you want."

Looking at a field of corn, Wei Changju was worried that the sunlight would not be uniform, and there were still immature corn in other fields, so he wandered around the field again. Every time he came to a field, he picked a corn cob and rubbed a handful of corn. Zizi took a look, and after walking around, he found no late-ripening ones, so he moved to the sorghum field.

Walking on the ridge of the field, he grabbed a handful of sorghum ears and peeled off a few grains of sorghum rice to have a look.

The peeled sorghum rice is almost round and full. After picking the corn in the field, the time to cut the sorghum should be just right.

The next day.

After breakfast, Jiang Yungui, Wang Laoshi, Li An, and Wei Wenshui all dispatched. The four of them led a group of strong men in the village, carrying baskets, and rushed to the ground.

The men in the village do farm work all year round. They have flexible legs, strong arms, and strength all over their bodies.

In less than one morning, I broke 34 loads of corn sticks and went back to the courtyard.

The place where the raw corn sticks are stored, Wei Changjue has ordered a few maidservants to vacate it in advance.

34 loads of corn cobs are piled up in the warehouse in the backyard. The yellow color is like a sharp golden mountain, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Because breaking corn sticks requires shoulders and hands, which is heavy work. In addition, it is very hard work to go to the ground under a scorching sun in the scorching summer. Greetings have been made - people who come to work, three meals a day, all meals are included in the new house.

(End of this chapter)