Zhang's finally failed to make a result, in a blink of an eye, the day of farming was coming, the rest of the village had gone to the field to cut wheat, in previous years, most of the farm work in the Yu family field was done in the big house and the second room, now because the old man Yu did not agree to send Yu Zhizhou to the county school with money from the public school, Zhang's heart was angry, and he said that both of them were sick and couldn't get off the ground.

Yu Ruhai was angry, but he had no choice but to arrange for the people in the second and third rooms to go down to the field to cut wheat first.

The three rooms and two families were not the material for work at all, and before they cut two bundles of wheat, they complained that their backs and legs hurt, and they sat down under the big tree on the ridge and rested.

Song wiped the sweat on his face with a cloth towel, and didn't dare to say that the Zhao family was a couple, so he only bent over and worked in a muffled voice.

Yu Poria is used to doing farm work, cutting wheat is very decent, and the work is very fast, Yu Jiao has never cut wheat before, holding a sickle to learn from Song's appearance, picking up a handful of wheat and cutting it.

The sharp sickle in Song's hand, Yu Jiao used it extremely dull, Yu Poria had already cut a large piece, but Yu Jiao only cut a small bundle.

Yu Hanshan, who was lying on the ridge of the field, grabbed the kettle and took a sip of water, handed it to Zhao, who drank it refreshmently, and shouted to Yu Jiao in the field, "Meng Yujiao, what are you procrastinating?" Want to be lazy? Hurry up and cut it, or you won't have anything to eat at night! ”

Yu Jiao turned around and glanced at her, holding the sickle and continuing to cut the wheat, the scalpel could be played, she didn't believe that the sickle could be difficult for her.

Seeing that she was so far behind, Yu Lingling turned around and came to Yu Jiao's side, and while cutting wheat neatly, she showed Yu Jiao, "The sickle has to be used like this, just pull it back with this strength."

Yu Jiao did as she said, and it was really a lot easier to cut.

Yu Lingling said curiously, "You haven't cut wheat at home before?" ”

Yu Jiao shook her head, "My family doesn't have a field, when my father was alive, he rented two acres of land, and he did the work in the field alone." ”

When Meng Qingyun was alive, she loved Yu Jiao very much, and rarely let her do the rough work at home, let alone farm work in the field, and never let her touch her fingers.

After Meng Qingyun died, Liu Sanniang couldn't afford to pay the rent of the field, and the family's two acres of land had already been returned.

Yu Lingling was a little embarrassed for a while, no wonder Meng Yujiao's little hands were delicate and tender, and she didn't even have a cocoon, and she was also very happy when she wanted to be a girl at home.

Zhao and Yu Hanshan rested on the ridge for most of the day, and then went down to the field again, grinding and chirping for a while, and then said that it was time to have lunch, and the two went home directly.

Song went to the field and picked up the kettle to drink water, only to find that there was only one mouthful left in the kettle, she pursed her thirsty lips and handed the kettle to Yu Jiao, "Meng girl, drink some water." ”

Yu Jiao shook her head, although she didn't have a habit of cleanliness, but before Zhao and Yu Hanshan drank water directly from the spout of the kettle, she felt sorry in her heart.

Seeing that Yu Jiao's face was wet with sweat, Yu Poria's back was also wet with sweat, and the two of them were red, Song said with some distress, "You all go home to rest first, and come over with your third uncle and them after lunch." ”

Yu Lingling said, "Mother, I'm not tired, I'll cut it with you for a while." ”

"Go back quickly, go home and help your third aunt cook, and bring two pots of water when you come over in the afternoon." Song urged with a smile.

Thinking that the Zhao family had rarely cooked over the years, and the eldest aunt was sick, Yu Poria had to go back with Yu Jiao first.

After the two left, Song looked at such a large wheat field, and was a little worried, now that the men in the family can't work, she has to do more, Song didn't dare to rest, picked up the sickle and bent down to continue working.