Back to the primitive, peasant girls are not leisurely

Chapter 232 Planting Rice
Bai Xiaoshuang started confinement, originally she wanted to stay for a few days and go directly to the field, but Tao Qingluo insisted on letting her recuperate in the cave.

No matter how good her health is, at this time, she must take good care of her body.

Otherwise, she will easily fall into the root of the disease in the future.

The fire in the cave was burning every day. Although Bai Xiaoshuang felt very hot, Tao Qingluo told her to endure it. At this time, she must not let her body get wet.

Although there is no such thing as postpartum wind in this era, Tao Qingluo knows about it, so she still needs to eliminate it from the source.

Tao Qingyun is beaming every day. After having a son, he is more motivated and his life is full of sunshine.

Looking at his appearance, people in the tribe were making fun of him, but they were full of kindness.

Tao Qingluo is already planning that when Tao Jiaxuan is full moon, the whole tribe will take a day off, let everyone get together to have a good meal, and then relax.

Tao Qingtian and Ai Li had been married for a while, but Yimi and Li Yuzhi's stomachs still didn't move, so they started working overtime every night.

Looking at the rosy faces of the two women during the day, the people in the tribe knew what happened, but they all laughed and said nothing.

The appearance of a child can bring the whole tribe into a new stage.

Now that Wang Xiaocao and Lei Yu are both waiting to give birth, Tao Qingluo has told them many times to take care of them as key protection objects.

The elders in the tribe, seeing the hope of the tribe, also feel that living in such a tribe is the greatest happiness in their later years.

Thinking of the ups and downs when I was young, and the contrast with the stable life now, that feeling is really emotional.

The fields had softened, and Tao Qingluo directed everyone to drive the old cows, dragging the usual wooden boards behind them, and walked around the fields a few times to create an environment suitable for the growth of rice.

Then, it is time to start planting rice seedlings.

As long as the tribe can work, almost all of them are dispatched.

Tao Qingluo told them to be careful not to hurt their hands when they took away the glass.

The rice seedlings are growing well, green and full of vitality.

Such a scene made Tao Qingluo feel a little dazed.

She also made a simple rice transplanting frame, made of wooden sticks, with a long rope in the middle.

The women hold the rice seedlings in their hands, and then walk slowly along the rope in the paddy field, planting the rice seedlings bit by bit.

Because it's the first time, many people can't do it well.

Several people sat directly in the paddy field because they couldn't stand steadily, but they were still afraid of crushing the rice seedlings that had just been planted, so the posture of falling down was very funny.

The whole tribe began to divide labor again, men built houses, women transplanted rice seedlings, and the elderly cooked at home.

Tao Qingluo stood by the edge of the paddy field, looking at the women bent over who were constantly busy, she felt that such a scene was the most beautiful, a picture of spring.

The paddy fields are neat and tidy, the wind blows, and there are waves of ripples on the water surface, which looks beautiful.

Tao Qingluo imagined that in autumn, this place will turn into a piece of golden yellow, and if you look around, it will look like a floor of gold.

Frogs croaked, and it would be even better if there was a little more fragrance of lotus.

This spring, it will be even more perfect.

Where is spring, where is spring, spring is in the reflection of the lake.There are red flowers here, green grass here, and little orioles that can sing.

(End of this chapter)