The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 30 The first guest (1)
I don't know if it was because of the sun, or because of fear, Yang Ziqian's face turned red instantly.Faced with the incomprehensible eyes of the old man, the eloquent man suddenly lost his temper.

"Father, I heard what my sister said, maybe it's really possible, or else, in the afternoon, let's cut trees. You always say that sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood. We should be able to make it in two nights." .” At this moment, Yang Zilin became his younger sister’s most loyal fan.There are too many things in my sister's head, all of which are of interest to him.

Unable to withstand the requests of the children, Yang Danian even wanted to know what kind of bucket the fourth girl was talking about.They really cut down trees to make big wooden barrels according to their wishes.

"Pa, pa." After patting twice in a row, countless grains really fell from the handle that Yang Danian was holding tightly. The fly in the ointment was that some of them floated out of the mixing bucket.

"Oh, it's broken, I forgot, this side of the mixing bucket needs to be covered with something." When he was watching the mixing bucket made by the father and son for two nights in a row, he was splashed. The millet flying outside interrupted her fantasy, and then she remembered that she used to cover it with tape, but now, what can be used to cover it.

Tape, at this moment, it is estimated that the inventor has not yet appeared.

"Brother, go home quickly, and use the bamboo mat we used to sleep in to cover it." Thinking of the bamboo mat that made her sore at the first time, it was the most suitable.

Yang Zimu is the most industrious, he will fight wherever the little sister's flag points.

Going home quickly, I cleared out a mat from the pile of sundries next to the cabin, wrapped it tightly, and took it to the field.

"Hehe, that family, they prepare mats for threshing millet. Is this for sleeping on the edge of the field when you are tired?" Someone saw the mat in Yang Zimu's hands at the corner of the field, and joked.

"I don't know. This morning, I saw Second Brother Yang struggling to carry something like a big wooden barrel to the field, and I don't know what it is for." Wang San answered the conversation, and to Yang Danian's family, from the bottom of his heart, he was Admire. "Although the thatched house used to be broken down, he built a small wooden house from dawn to dusk, and it's still so beautiful. Only he has the brains!"

"Look, what the second child of the Yang family is doing." Someone in the adjacent field exclaimed loudly.

He raised a handful of grains high, slapped the barrel vigorously a few times, and then threw away the bare grains and grasses.

"Hey, this guy has a lot of eyes." Someone dropped the thousand loads in his hand and walked towards Yang Danian's field.

If there is one, there are two. All of a sudden, the nearby tenant farmers flocked to that dry field.

"Second Brother Yang, your method is good!" Wang San was the fastest runner, and he was very excited to see Yang Danian finishing two handfuls of millet quickly.

"I'll try it too!" Regardless of whether the master agrees or not, Wang San jumped into the field with one foot, took the handle that Yang Zilin handed over, and imitated Yang Danian, stirring vigorously on the wooden barrel a few times Next, watching the golden grains fly into the barrel, I was very excited.

"This method works, I didn't expect it, it will save a lot of trouble." Yang Danian smiled briskly seeing Wang San's disbelief. "I just need to pick the millet and go back. It's not too late to harvest these grains and grasses when they are dry."

"Yes, yes!" Seeing his hands itching, Wang San continued to stir a few more times, still left.

"Second Brother Yang, I'll give you a few too!"

"Second Yang, let me try it!"

"It's my turn, you've all used it, let me take a look!"

All of a sudden, on the ridge of the field, beside the mixing bucket, all the big men around became workers, and they all wanted to help threshing millet.

At the moment when Yang Zimu was in a daze, the brothers and sisters were running out of crops.

"Quick cut!" Yang Ziqian winked at his brothers, since these people want to try, let them try enough.

"Wait a while, the bucket is full, I'll pick one and go back." Yang Danian saw the unexpected crowd rushing in, all scrambling to stir.He was also happy to have it done, and quickly emptied the mixing bucket and let them do it.

The four brothers and sisters were so happy that the supply was still in short supply. This small dry field was overcrowded.Looking at the entire Li family's village, during the harvest season, there was no one in his own field, but they all went to the field of Yang's second family. These elders, they must have taken the wrong medicine!

In front of the house, behind the house, in the corner of the field, girls, daughters-in-law and old women, all curiously asked, what happened?

"I heard that Mr. Yang's family has tossed a new board eye, which saves effort in threshing millet!"

"Oh, it's that big wooden barrel." Before the Yang family came to borrow a saw, knowing what the family was up to lately, the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family thought, when the man came back in the evening, let him go and have a look, so that everyone could win Favor, if you can follow the example and make a few to sell, then... the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family thought about it, and couldn't help jumping wildly in her heart.

"Second brother Yang, can you see if this works? I'll harvest the millet for you. When your family is finished, I can borrow this tool to use it!" Hurry up, the first one to try, the last one to leave, but make this request.

"We all know that there are only so many millet harvesting sessions. If I finish mine, I'm afraid it will delay your harvest." Yang Danian kindly reminded that the millet is ripe, so take it home as soon as possible, so don't worry.Who knows, whether there will be another rainstorm or hail tomorrow, it is very likely that there will be no crops like his sand fields.This risk is a bit big.

"It doesn't matter, one more person fights, and the speed is fast. Just the few fields of your family, at this speed, the fight will be finished in less than three days." Wang San made up his mind, and he accepted the risk.

Since others are rushing to help, why don't you feel embarrassed to refuse.

Yang Ziqian thought, this Wang San is flexible.

In this village of Li's family, every family manages their own land, three to five mu of land, and they have to toss for ten days and a half months.Why didn't they think of helping each other?There are many people and there is great power. Once here, it becomes an empty slogan.

This is the original situation of the original owner-peasants.

With Wang San's joining, the two grown-up men were strong enough to stir the crops with a bang bang bang bang. After half a day, they finished harvesting a field, and the people in the neighboring fields were stunned.

In the empty dam in front of and behind the house, all the neighbors are waving the lids, turning over the handles, and the "popping" sound of the lids is like firecrackers, ringing non-stop; only Yang Danian, carrying A pick of golden millet is drying on it. In this fiery July, it only takes a day or two to produce dry millet.

Just as Wang San expected, within three days, Yang Danian's few acres of land had been harvested.He happily carried the mixing bucket to his own field, smiled happily at the jealous neighbors, and calmly accepted all kinds of envious and jealous eyes.

(End of this chapter)