The time is June of the seventh year of Chongzhen, and it is almost summer.

The sun rises slowly, and under the sunlight, the rivers and paddy fields are full of steam. In the light and hazy, the whole village looks like an ink painting.

After raising at home for half a month, and under the careful care of his mother, Sun Yuan was finally able to move around the ground. In fact, with his active temperament in his previous life, he couldn't lie in bed.

He was already aware of his injuries. The most serious injury came from the brain, and until now, there is a large scar on the back of his head, which is also the cause of Sun Yuan's death. But with the entry of Sun Yuan's soul in modern times, I don't know what the reason is, the damaged brain slowly healed. It's just that he was bleeding too much and his body was a little weak.

Now this body is only eighteen years old, and it is recovering quickly.

The so-called medicine is not as good as food

Dietary supplements are not as good as exercise supplements, and appropriate exercise is still needed.

Because Sun Yuan had been lying on the bed for too long, he walked as if he had stepped on cotton, and he couldn't find his balance.

Squatting on the edge of the field, he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he took a picture of himself in the water in the rice field.

In his previous life, although he was born ordinary. But when I was a white-collar worker in the capital, I often participated in outdoor sports with military history enthusiasts, such as horseback riding, archery, and mountaineering.

But this self in the water, although his facial features are upright, his face is yellow and thin, and his arms are thin and long, which is no different from any peasant child of this era.

"Anyway, in his previous life, he was also a warrior-level man, Sun Yuan, Sun Yuan, how did you become a sick man?"

The rice in the field has grown to its fullest, and some of the rice leaves have turned yellow, and it will be time to harvest after a while. The autumn harvest is related to the livelihood of the farmers in the coming year, especially when the grain is about to ripen, and the farmers in the village come out of their homes in twos and threes with hoes to prepare for the upcoming autumn harvest.

Seeing Sun Yuan squatting on the field stalk, everyone smiled happily.

"The second child of the Sun Li family actually went out to walk around, and it seems that his injuries are healed."

"Well, being able to move around means it's okay. The Sun family is such a lone seedling, if Sun Yuan has three long and two short, how can the Sun Li family live? ”

"Sun Yuan, this kid used to be too nonsense, he was idle outside all day long, messing around with people who didn't care about it, this time he learned this lesson, it should be better, right?"

Hearing this, Sun Yuan was stunned: When did I get idle?

"Yes, according to me, Sun Li is too spoiled by Sun Yuan. He was not allowed to do the work in the field, but now he is good, his mother has many defeated children, and now he is injured like this. In my opinion, it was probably because he caused something outside that he was beaten. Sun Yuan has little strength, timidity, and weak temperament, so it's better to farm at home honestly. There is easy money in this world, but you also have to have the ability to earn it, right? ”

"That's it, that's it."

Rural people speak loudly, and Sun Yuan naturally hears these words.

He frowned slightly, it seemed that his reputation in the village was not very good, and in summary, it was probably so: cowardly, lazy, and improper.

Sun Yuan stood up with a wry smile and touched his nose: Am I so bad?

After walking a few hundred meters to the ridge, I saw a large area of eye-catching green in the yellow rice field, which was the three acres of paddy fields of Sun Yuan's family. Unlike other families who all grow rice, Sun Yuan's land is planted with mat grass.

The reason why I want to plant mat grass is because Sun Yuan's mother has a good skill in making straw mats. Over the course of a year, the harvest of straw mats is several percent higher than that of simply planting rice. In any era, cash crops are always worth more than staple foods.

At this moment, it is the mat harvest season, and my mother is busy wielding a sickle.

Bundles of green mats were placed in the rotten field, and I don't know when she went to the ground, but by now, the sweat had soaked her whole body, and fell to the ground drop by drop, splashing small ripples.

Looking at her rickety figure, Sun Yuan hurriedly took off his shoes, picked up a sickle and went down to the ground.

"Ah, Yuan'er, why are you here. You're not fully fit, get up, get up! The mother's voice was full of worry: "If you are tired again, how can you get it?" ”

Sun Yuan took advantage of the fact that his hands were not dirty now, stretched out to wipe the sweat on his mother's forehead, and said with a smile: "Mother, I am already completely well, and I am bored lying on the bed, it is better to come out and move my muscles and bones." Don't worry, I'm fine. If you can't support it, go to the ridge. I am the only male member of the Sun family, so I naturally have to support this family. It's a child who is not filial, mother, you are so old, you are still tired in the fields, and you have not enjoyed a day of happiness. ”

Everything is so natural, and in his heart, Sun Yuan has completely accepted this mother.

Hearing her son's words, Sun Yuan's mother was stunned, and her eyes turned red.

Sun Li didn't expect that his willful and lazy son would say such intimate words.

She was an ordinary peasant woman, and she didn't know what to say, so she just said: "Yuan'er, since you want to go to the ground, you can do it, but if you feel bad later, you must go up." ”

"Mother, I can save it." Sun Yuan didn't speak anymore, but kept waving his sickle.

The mat grass is very soft and fine, and the sickle sharpens so quickly that you can cut a large piece of it with a single knife, but after a long time of drying, the taste is not pleasant.

If you soak your hands in the paddy field for half an hour, your skin will turn white and soft, and you will gradually become sensitive. After being rubbed by the mat grass thousands of times, it quickly turned red and hurt hotly.

At this time, Sun Yuan realized that his hands were not full of thick calluses like his mother, no wonder it hurt like this.

The hand is still a small thing, the key is the waist.

The so-called mat grass is used to weave straw mats, generally speaking, the beds of this era are wide, and the mats cannot be too narrow, otherwise they will not be sold. So, when you mow the grass, you have to bend down and stick to the ground.

That Sun Yuan had never done farm work before, and after maintaining this posture for half an hour, his waist was so sore that he was unconscious. Not only that, but the muscles of the shoulder blades and vest were also pulled, and it hurt raw.

Of course, the hardest part is the legs. Because of the limb position of the squat, the strength of the whole body must be pressed on the legs. Moreover, the paddy fields are full of mud, and it is not easy to master the balance, and Sun Yuan almost fell into the field several times.

However, it is strange to say that the feeling of weakness under my feet like stepping on cotton has disappeared after this non-stop labor, and the feeling of being down-to-earth is really good.

……

"Huh" went up to the ridge, didn't care about washing his feet, Sun Yuan didn't care about getting dirty on the ground, let out a long breath, and lay straight on the ground.

Fortunately, the mother's straw mat yield was limited, and she only cut half an acre of grass before it was over.

"Yuan'er, are you okay?" Mother's eyes were full of concern.

Sun Yuan wouldn't tell her that he was half tired to death, and he picked up his strength and got up: "It's okay, it's okay, don't say it's really weird, this cuts half an acre of grass, people are spiritual, I still don't want to cut less!"

After harvesting the mats, the next step is to bundle the straw together and take it home to spread out on the drying field to dry.

Sun Yuan was weak, and he couldn't pick much, and he couldn't walk a few steps, so he couldn't breathe. However, he still didn't scream, so he insisted on this with his mother, and slowly moved the grass back home.

Rural life is like this, farming time waits for no one, and some work must be done immediately, otherwise it will be unbearable losses. For example, if you don't pick up the mat grass as soon as possible and dry it at home. Once it is cut, it will immediately rot on a rainy day.

After drying the grass, Sun Yuan felt that his body was no longer his own.

However, today's work is not over, and we still have to make straw mats.

When it comes to making straw mats, it is actually very simple, that is, like weaving cloth, the mat grass is neatly woven into a fast. And the machine used to beat the mat, let's call it a machine, is similar to the loom, but the structure is simpler. There are four frames made of large wood, and a dozen thin twine threads are drawn from the top.

To use it, a bamboo piece is used as a shuttle, the mat grass is sent through, through a staggered fine twine, and then heavily compacted with a large wooden pole. This is also the muffled sound that Sun Yuangang heard when he crossed over to the Ming Dynasty.

As a skilled hand, my mother can weave a mat every day and send it to the county seat, and she can sell it for 20 yuan. After deducting the cost, you can earn five cents.

In other words, if the situation is good, you can earn 150 yuan a month, which is equivalent to 200 yuan in the future.

Moreover, there are only three acres of paddy fields at home, and the yield of mat grass in the field is only enough for half a year.

As a former businessman, Sun Yuan was immediately a little depressed.

The income of the mother's mat is good compared to farming, which shows how poor the peasants of the Ming Dynasty were.

Because he didn't know how to weave a mat, Sun Yuan couldn't intervene, so he made a fire to cook.

The rice is very simple, like the ordinary people in the Jiangnan area, they eat brown rice, plus a plate of moldy dried vegetables.

Sun Yuan in the previous life was also a small white-collar boss, how could he eat such a meal. Qiang took a bite, but he was choked, and he had no choice but to add some water to the rice bowl and swallow it into his stomach.

The ancients didn't have any nightlife, and they had to go to bed as soon as it got dark.

Curled up in a small bed full of tattered dust, the pervasive feeling of soreness and tiredness hit him, and he instantly fell asleep as soon as he touched his head on the pillow.

On the second day, when Sun Yuan got out of bed, he screamed in pain, and felt as if his arms and legs were about to be broken.

It was already dawn outside, and my mother was turning over the mat grass in the drying field.

Enduring the pain in his body, Sun Yuan suddenly got up from the bed, put on his shoes and ran out to help.

This day's work was much easier than yesterday's, except for the constant turning of the mat grass.

However, as long as Sun Yuan moved, his muscles hurt like pins and needles.

He also knew that this situation was not a big deal, and it would be fine in two days. Once the muscles get used to this high-intensity exertion, it won't hurt anymore.

"However, I crossed a line, is it just to be a farmer in the Ming Dynasty?" A wry smile appeared on the corner of Sun Yuan's mouth: "Of course, it's not that I look down on farmers. Actually, in a previous life, my grandfather was also a farmer. It's just that Sun Yuan is also a graduate of 211 famous universities, and his career has also been successful. After reading so many history books, it is difficult to make a difference in this small world. No, this life is not right. ”