Xiao Qi, who had been sitting not far from Lu Zhong, watched his father eat the two pieces of summer melon slowly with his hands off his cheeks.

Mother has been gently holding a towel next to her, wiping the melon juice at the corner of her mouth for her father from time to time, alas, it's so affectionate, but everyone is there, will it affect it badly?

"Ahem," the old man coughed dryly.

Sure enough, grandpa couldn't stand it anymore, and Xiao Qi looked at his father and mother with a clear look.

Hearing the old man's coughing voice, Wei Shi seemed to react suddenly, and took back the hand towel that was wiping the corners of Xianggong's mouth, and his fair cheeks turned red instantly.

The old man skipped his daughter-in-law and looked at his eldest son, "Nakamori, it's not too early, hurry up and take the big guy to thresh the wheat." ”

Lu Zhongshou hurriedly agreed, it was indeed not too early for him to start working, so he looked at the people in the courtyard and fell into deep thought.

The elder brother and nephews and Qiu Jing said that they would not go back, and they would help to measure the food and thresh, Lu Zhongshou thought, and he would acquiesce without going to the ground tomorrow.

In this way, there are more people in the family. It can be divided into two groups.

One group in the first half of the night, one group in the second half of the night, so that everyone can rest for a while.

Lu Zhongye, Lu Qinghai, the three brothers, Qiu Jing and the three eldest brothers worked in the middle of the night.

And he led his three sons and four grandsons to work in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhongshou woke up from his contemplation, and distributed everyone according to what he thought in his heart, and everyone had no opinion.

So those who should rest went to rest, and those who should work went to work, and the courtyard began to get busy again.

The three concubines of the Wang family also began to get busy, and they had to make preparations before resting.

The cold sugar water and mung bean soup were all packed in wooden barrels and carried to the front yard, there were several buckets, which were completely enough to drink all the night and covered tightly with wooden lids to prevent the wheat residue from falling in.

After doing this, the concubines took the children to rest with confidence.

Stacks of burlap bags at home were taken out of the warehouse by Aoyama and set aside for later use.

Fortunately, there is no need for bags when selling grain, otherwise burlap bags alone would cost a sum of silver every year.

Not long after everything was ready, the sound of the threshing machine working in the courtyard sounded, indicating that everyone was starting to get busy.

Lu Zhongshou and Qingshan did not rest immediately, but moved part of the wheat that had been detached before to the barn, and several people were busy for about an hour before vacating part of the yard.

After cleaning up, except for a few people who were still working, everyone went to rest, only Liya was still wandering around the few courtyards in good spirits, patrolling his territory from time to time.

In this quiet night, except for the sound of insects and frogs, only the courtyard of the Lu family kept making noisy noises, and this sound lasted until dawn.

When Xiao Qi got up, it was already dawn, and she got up late again, and she couldn't help but wonder if the old rooster at home really went on strike? Why didn't you hear it chirping.

Xiao Qi stretched his waist, changed into a pair of blue clothes, put on the embroidered shoes next to the bed, and simply pulled his hair, and only then did he open the door and walk out after everything was ready.

The first moment she opened the door as usual, the guy jumped at her excitedly.

Xiao Qi didn't have time to play with it, so he touched his head perfunctorily, and walked straight in the direction of the threshing machine.

Overnight, the wheat that had been in the yard was gone, and it had become a corner of the door and a hill of wheat straw.

Wheat straw, don't underestimate it, this is a good thing that can not only burn the fire, but also sell it for money, this thing has always been collected by the official, like the wheat straw of sixty or seventy acres of land at home can be sold for more than two taels of silver?

No matter how small the mosquito is, it is also meat, don't underestimate two taels of silver, for ordinary people, some have worked hard for a year, and they can only have two or three taels of silver left, and some can't even have two or three taels left, so it's good to be able to wrap up food and clothing.

What is the purpose of the recovery of the wheat straw? Naturally, they ordinary people don't know about it.

Xiao Qi guessed that he might have pulled it back for papermaking.

It's just that this technology seems to be in the hands of the state, otherwise it wouldn't be just the officials who are harvesting wheat straw.

Paper was a luxury in ancient times, only students were willing to use it, and who would be willing to buy paper among ordinary people?

It's just his own family, not to mention the brush words that he must practice every day, just a few big nephews use a lot of paper every day, and there is a father and little brother.

Counting the amount of money spent on wheat straw sold at home is proportional to the amount of paper used at home, it is clear why this industry is owned by the state.

Sweeping his eyes over the wheat straw, Xiao Qi took small steps to the east side of the courtyard, where his father, brother and eldest nephew were all nervously busy.

The wheat is constantly continued in the mouth above the machine, and the threshed wheat is continuously rolled from the mouth below into the fixed burlap bag through the constant movement of the foot pedal.

It's already dawn, and I don't know if my father and brothers have had breakfast?

"Dad, I'll step on it." Xiao Qi walked to Lu Zhongshou's side, looked at his father with a distressed face, and pulled his father off the pedal without saying anything.

The clothes on my father's body were all soaked with sweat, and he was clinging to his body tightly, and there were a lot of bloodshots in his eyes, but his spirit looked good.

The same is true of the elder brother and nephew who look through it, and it is obvious that the eye congestion caused by fatigue and lack of sleep can be seen.

Lu Zhongshou was indeed tired, otherwise he would not have been easily pulled off the pedal by his daughter.

What did you just want to say? I saw my daughter's feet move easily, and the words that came to his mouth were swallowed by him again.

I almost forgot how much strength my daughter has, and he can't compare.

It is also good to take a break, stop by to see how much wheat has not been threshed at home, and gather them all together.

Lu Zhongshou took a few breaths slightly, and after drinking some water, he felt that his spirit had recovered instantly.

As he walked around, he noticed that the wheat in the front yard had almost been threshed, and only a few small piles were left around the thresher.

Then the only thing left is the backyard, and there is not much wheat in the backyard, so it will definitely be done this morning.

After a few days of tiredness, he finally saw the results, and Lu Zhongshou finally felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief, and he was still full of satisfaction.

This year's grain output is higher than last year's, and the ears of wheat are full of grains, how can we not be satisfied?

Looking at such a good wheat, Lu Zhongshou was reluctant to sell it, and he didn't know what the price of grain would be this year?

If it is similar to last year, this year's wheat will be sold less, and I will always feel that I will lose money if I don't keep some of this good grain for myself.

Besides, there is still a lot of old wheat left in the family, which must be sold, and the old wheat will be sold together every year when the new grain is harvested.

It is said to be old wheat, but the quality of these wheates is definitely first-class, only slightly inferior compared to this year's wheat.

Seeing that this year's harvest was so good, Lu Zhongshou took advantage of the rest to calculate an account in his heart.

Last year, the yield of one acre was about four stones, and the harvest of sixty acres of land at home was about two hundred and forty stones, and the family had a large population, and seventy stones were kept for their own chewing, of course, some of them were left just in case, after all, it was necessary to prevent natural and man-made disasters.

The two talents in the family do not need to pay taxes on the output of the field, which means that last year's 140 stone was a net income.

Just last year's crop, the grain earned nearly sixty taels, presumably this year will only be more, this year's grain visual inspection is more than two hundred and forty stones.

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