Farm girl is busy making money

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Picking Rice Ears

Mrs. He fell ill the next day, saying she had caught a cold at night.

When eating lunch, she also drooped her neck and looked at the sluggish ones. After eating half of the black-faced steamed buns, she had no taste in her mouth, and she had no energy to chew. She looked at the second room. trembled a few times.

"Everyone in the second room will go to hunt pigweed for me today, and eat idle food at home every day... Ahhh, autumn." Mrs. He remembered the grudge yesterday, if she hadn't gone to the second room smelling the smell of meat, she would have been able to do it last night. Catch a cold!

Mrs. Hu, who was in the big room cleaning the table, also raised his head and looked resentfully, and nodded heavily to Mrs. He's words, "That's not it, the second younger brother and sister hurt their heads and avoided laziness, these children are so old I can also share some things with the family.”

"Grandma, are Qin Zheng, Qin Rong, Qin Hua, Qin Bao, Qingpu, and Xiao Tang also going?" He Qinfeng asked.

Mrs. Hu stopped wiping the rag on the table again, rolled her eyes, and rushed to answer, "The future of our old He family depends on the two scholars, Qin Zheng and Qin Hua. How can we let them hold the pen?" Go hunting pigweed, mother, don’t you think so?”

"Shut up and do your job, it will take half an hour to clean up the table." Mrs. He had a headache after catching a cold, and while rubbing her forehead, she yelled at the children in the second room, "Not too soon go!"

He Lanshan followed her three older brothers and went out with a backpack each on their backs.

There are three pigs in the pigsty of the He family, and the three daughters-in-law take turns tending them on weekdays. Today, Mrs. He took advantage of Zhao Shuangxi's illness to push this work to the children of the second bedroom.

The place where the pigweed was harvested was by the small river in the village. There were large patches of pigweed, and many people had already pulled it out there.

"Little sister, if you are tired, just sit on the rock and play. Brother, I will help you when the basket is full." He Qinfeng stroked He Lanshan's head, and bent over to do some work, which he often does. Yes, a large bundle was pulled out in two or three strokes.

He Qinzheng and He Qinmao also started weeding pigweed, and He Lanshan was embarrassed to sit and rest, she pulled the weeds with small hands and fell down on her buttocks.When I got up and patted my buttocks, I saw the farmers on the other side of the river bending over to cut rice. There were large pieces of rice, and when a gust of wind blew, there were golden waves of rice.

"Brother, whose rice is this, how can it be harvested so soon?" He Lanshan muttered curiously, the rice of other families was still turning green when they came all the way, and the He family hadn't started harvesting yet.

"This is the rice field of the Murong family's village. Theirs is a fertile field, and the tenants take good care of them. Generally speaking, the rice is harvested half a month earlier than ours." He Qinfeng also stopped his work, He forgot to glance at the other side of the river, and said worriedly: "Our family will be very busy when we cut the rice."

He Lanshan's eyes were glued to the rice on the other side of the river.

The Lu family has no land. In the past, Mrs. Lu would let her sisters pick up rice ears from other people's fields, but they were able to pick up a handful.Thinking about how the stewed chicken soup last night had aroused Mrs. He's suspicion, so let's pick some ears of rice and cook porridge for Zhao Shuangxi today.

"Brother, I'll go and have a look." As soon as He Lanshan finished speaking, she trotted to the small bridge and ran towards the other side of the river.

Seeing that she didn't run far, He Qinfeng followed her.

When they reached the other side of the river, the gentle breeze brought the fragrance of rice into He Lanshan's nose.

"Hurry up, Manager Li is here, but it depends on the progress."

"it is good!"

She saw three tenant farmers harvesting rice in one mu of land, and dozens of people were harvesting rice in these tens of mu of land.

Standing on the rice field, He Lanshan took a look, and found that these tenant farmers were cutting quickly with their sickles, and then stacked the cut straw heavily on the field ridges.If this action is fast, the ears of rice will fall more, the kind with more than a dozen grains of millet on a cluster of rice ears.

He Lanshan followed behind those tenant farmers, bent down and began to pick up the ears of rice.

She was small and was not noticed by the tenant farmers for a while. When the rice harvester found that He Lanshan was picking ears of rice, he lifted her clothes and threw her on the ridge of the field, "You are not allowed to pick ears of rice here, hurry up and go away." !"

This is enough to pick up a bowl of rice, if you give her more time, you can still pick up enough white rice for the whole family.He Lanshan rubbed her butt that was nearly broken in half, tightened the pannier on her back, and prepared to leave resentfully.

At this time, a few people came not far away. A man with two mustaches walked in the front. He was wearing bright materials and looked like a farmer in the village. He bowed his head respectfully and reported this year's harvest to this person.

He Lanshan thought that this person was probably the "manager" that the tenant farmers called.

Thinking of this, she rushed to the steward, and because of her thin body, she raised her big eyes to look at the steward, and asked loudly, "My lord, can I pick ears of rice here?"

"Where did you come from, dirty boy, go quickly." The tenant who reported was staring at He Lanshan.

Li Pingan is the chief manager of the Zhuangzi, and there was a rumor from Beijing that Zhuangzi would send some green japonica rice this year, so he came to inspect the rice fields.

He Lanshan is such a small person, and she has a sweet tongue. Li Pingan is very useful when he calls "big master". He glanced at He Lanshan's patched clothes and knew that she was a child from the village.Maybe life is hard, thinking about picking ears of rice, but I feel a little bit of pity, "You can pick them here."

Although Li Pingan opened his mouth, these tenant farmers looked as if they were going to eat themselves, He Lanshan blurted out, "When will the old man leave, I will not take your things for nothing, I will give you half of what I picked up." Son, I will work for you."

"Interesting little doll, sir, I will leave in the evening, and I will come to find you and ask for half of the ears of rice, okay?"

"Then can I call my brother?"

Li Pinganfu nodded again. He has never been a farmer, and he always felt that the ears of rice were just things that fell from the harvested rice and would rot in the soil. so what.

He Lanshan happily ran back to the other side of the river to find her brother.

When I went back, I saw that the three baskets were full, but they were still bending over to hunt pigweed.Seeing that He Lanshan came back, He Qinmao murmured that he could hang his mouth like a bottle of oil, and said unwillingly: "You had a good time, and you want us to beat pigweed for you."

"Lan Shan came back just in time, here is almost enough for a basket, let's load it back and feed the pigs..."

"Big brother, second brother, third brother go."

He Lanshan drove the three brothers to the edge of the rice field like ducks, and told them that they could come here to pick rice ears. He Qinfeng hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, no, little sister, the tenant farmers in this village are very fierce."

He Qinfeng told the story about the tenant farmers throwing the children who went to pick rice ears in their fields into the river in previous years. Therefore, all the children in Dahe Village were warned not to go to Zhuangzi's field to pick rice ears. The people here can't be offended!

"It's okay, the manager promised me that I just need to hand over half of the ears of wheat we picked up!" He Lanshan picked up a cluster of ears of rice in front of the tenant farmer and threw them into his basket. Staring like a copper bell scares He Lanshan.

(End of this chapter)