Lin Su couldn't do this job well, so Ling Muchuan did it alone.
I bend my waist for a day during the day, and I can’t straighten my waist when I go home at night.
Lin Su felt distressed. After dinner every day, he would wait for him to wash, and then let him lie on the kang, carefully kneading his back and waist.
From rigid kneading to relaxation, the soreness of bare hands kept kneading.
Ling Muchuan naturally understood her hard work, and every time she finished pressing, she would catch someone over and have a good affection.
To put it bluntly, except for the last level, Ling Muchuan did everything he should eat, touch, and touch.
Lin Su's face is red every time, but there is no way, after all, she also likes this very much.
The autumn night is cool, but the house with no windows is still boring.
Mosquitoes bite people very badly in autumn, so every family sleeps with their doors and windows closed.
Lin Su's heat doesn't work, but Ling Muchuan doesn't care. People can take off his shirt and sleep shirtlessly.
At this time, Lin Su regretted that he was a woman. If she could, she would really like to sleep like this, she was used to it.
It was night, in the rice fields of Xinzhantun, four people bent over and wielded their sickles to work.
"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Just after the first hour, a black shadow walked to the ridge and said calmly.
"Don't cut too much, just cut one mu of land."
You have to do enough in the play, you can't always be seen, it's okay to explain twice, it's more annoying.
The movements in the hands of the four people paused, and then they answered "Yes" in unison, and continued to work.
Black Ying'er sat on the ridge, looked at the few people who were working, and said.
"Which rich gentry has been oppressing the people again recently?"
"In response to the Lord's words, not yet."
"Okay, go ahead, I will go back first." He got up and left.
One of the four people hurriedly got up, put down the sickle in his hand, came to him, clasped his fists and arched his hands, said.
"Lord Lord, please stay, one subordinate is unclear."
"Go ahead. I have no secrets with you."
"If this is the case, the subordinates have overstepped." Holding his fists again, the man said, "I don't know when the Lord plans to go back? Elder Feng is about to leave, and Elder Yun has already begun to let people seek the Lord."
"Lian Jiu, do you need to ask more about this?"
Lian Jiu sweated after hearing this, swallowed, and said.
"But Lord, there must be something about this after all..."
"Stop talking. I won't go back."
The man interrupted him strongly, and looked at the other three scythe-wielding people and said again.
"The four of you were brought out by this seat. If you don't want to stay there in the future, you can come to this seat and become an old farmer."
The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and he answered "yes" and stopped talking.
The man turned around to leave, then stopped, and said without turning his head.
"The Zhao Yinghao of the Zhao family is not sensible, so take the time to give a lesson."
"Yes."
Even Jiu responded, walked quickly to the front, and said again in a low voice.
"There is one thing that the subordinates want to remind the Lord, don't move the money with money for the time being. Someone will come and stare at it."
"Okay." The man finished, and went on.
Although there was a response in his mouth, his frowning brow exposed his inner anxiety.
He just wanted to use silver, but at this time, he couldn't move!
Old man Yun, if you push me again, don't blame me for treating you
Do it...
The autumn harvest lasted for a month, and it was finally coming to an end. In the field, all the food was taken home except for the firewood.
Everyone’s faces were filled with smiles.
This year's situation is good, with plenty of rain and sunshine, and every family has a bumper harvest.
This is the happiest time for old farmers in the year. Thinking about the scene of the autumn harvest last year, it is simply terrible.
Ling Muchuan has a total of four acres of land, and there is a lot of grain. Excluding taxes and eating by himself, there is still a lot of money left.
In the farmhouse, every household has grain stacks. One year's food is placed on it, so it won't be missed by rats.
The two discussed and planned to build a grain stack in the northwest corner of the yard. Otherwise, it would be a pity to be gnawed by a mouse.
In the yard, there is food and firewood in the air, which is unspeakable satisfaction.
Anyway, there is no need to worry about insufficient food and firewood.
When the rice is beaten back, it needs threshing, that is, to hull the smashed millet. This process is called chong rice.
The husk that comes out is rice bran, and the remaining rice grains are white rice.
The oldest tool for pounding rice is a bit like a pounding pot, with a stick and a container. Smash the millet with a mallet and smash the rice bran.
To be honest, clumsy, laborious, and hard to do.
Later, with people's ingenuity, there was a long. The rice processing machinery before the invention of the rice milling machine has basically disappeared.
However, the ancestors of Yue Kingdom were very powerful, and they used dui for pounding rice.
The tread is made of wood. There is a pit at one end of the long wood at the bottom, and the grain to be processed is put into it. A hammer is installed at one end of the upper long wooden arm.
Although it is not as fast as an electric thresher, it is already very good in this barren ancient times.
Lin Su hadn't seen these things. It was Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden. Everything was fresh.
There is no stepping stone in their house, so they have to go to Lizheng's house to borrow.
I can't lend you for nothing. You have to give 20 copper plates to the rice for two mu of land.
Every family is busy "processing" food, and the fields are now a paradise for children.
With small baskets in their hands, every child went to pick up waste in the land where the grain was harvested.
The food picked up naturally goes to the child.
Don't look at that much. After picking up waste in one autumn, diligent children can pick eight, nine, or ten catties of grain.
If there are many children in the family, the food collected from waste can be enough to eat for a few days.
Less than half a month after the food was recovered, Lizheng began to move from house to house to talk about the taxation of food.
This is understandable, the ancestors left behind for generations to pay taxes and grains for farming.
However, this year’s taxes and grains have been paid a lot more than last year. The reason is that the situation last year was not good and the taxes and grains were not collected, so let this year make up.
It sounds okay, but Lin Su, a modern person, always feels that this is not that simple.
But the villagers paid them all, and she couldn't be special. She handed in all the old grains with some new grains.
The tax payment does not care what kind of food you pay, as long as the amount is correct.
After a busy month, all the grains were threshed and sealed, and the weather gradually became colder.
The thin Xia Shan couldn't wear it anymore, not only had to wear a coat, but also an autumn coat.
Ling Muchuan got up early in the morning, put on his clothes, went to the outbuilding, and held Lin Su into his arms contentedly.
The little Nizi who originally cooked, because of his actions,
I had to stop what I was doing and said.
"What's wrong, so tired and crooked early in the morning?"
Since the establishment of the relationship, the hugs and kisses between them are commonplace.
It's just that I get tired and crooked early in the morning, which is quite abnormal.
Ling Muchuan smelled the sweet scent on her neck, and then said lightly for a while.
"The clothes you make are good and comfortable."
Lin Su listened to a chuckle, turned around from his arms, stretched out his hand and squeezed his nose, said.
"What did you wear when I didn't come?"
Ling Muchuan shrugged and kissed the corner of her mouth again, said.
"Naturally it won't freeze. But only after you found out that there must be a woman in the family who can help Zhang Luo eat and use."
Lin Su took away the big hand from his waist and said while cooking.
"Hurry up and cover the grain stack, otherwise the grain will have to be fed to the mice sooner or later."
This is a big deal.
Ling Muchuan looked at the busy little woman, nodded and said.
"I'm out calling someone now. I guess I'll have to cook again at night."
Turning to look at the distress on the man's face, Xiao Nizi said indifferently.
"Oh, it's just cooking, nothing. Don't worry, I can't get tired. I'll go to town to buy a fish and cut two pounds of meat back. It's absolutely reliable."
Ling Muchuan agreed, rubbed the top of her hair a few times, turned around and called for someone.
After breakfast, Dai Liang, Dai Quan, Liu Guanzi, and Duan Yue arrived.
As long as there is work at home, shout out, these people will definitely come.
After finishing packing, Lin Su went into the house and changed clothes, took some money, and pushed the cart to town.
It's really nice to have such a small car, no matter how much you buy, you can easily push it back.
When I came to the town, I first went to Zhang Tuhu and cut two catties and five fats. When giving the money, Butcher Zhang gave her two big sticks and said.
"Brothers and sisters, when do you want pigs to enter the water?"
Lin Su narrowed his eyes with a smile, put the things in the cart, and said.
"It's coming soon. The food at home has been collected. I will start working in a few days."
"Okay, then you can hurry up. Tianxiangju doesn't want as much as you do." Butcher Yang came over and said to him.
Lin Su shrugged and said helplessly.
"It's not that I don't want to come, you see, every time I come, then Young Master Zhao comes over. I can't sell much, and he bought the rest, making it as if I owed others favor."
This is why Lin Su really didn't come to town.
Zhang Tuhu nodded clearly, then looked at her indifferently and smiled.
"Don't worry, if you come this time, Young Master Zhao will definitely not pester you."
"Why?" Lin Su wondered. But think about it carefully, it seems that Zhao Yinghao did not get home to grind recently.
Butcher Yang deliberately leaned forward and said in a low voice.
"Young Master Zhao's family went out a few days ago and was knotted with a beard. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his arms seemed to be broken. He was lying at home."
Uh…
It sounds serious.
She knows what a beard means, but...
"Brother Yang, do we have a beard in Liaodong Mansion? Does the government care about it?"
"Oh, where is the district here? People occupy the mountain as the king, and the government is always better than less." Yang Tuhu raised his eyebrows after he said, "You can come and sell things, many people are thinking about it." ."
"Okay, I'll come when I've been busy for a while." Lin Suying got off, pushing the cart and leaving the meat stall...
(End of this chapter)