The sky was clear, the sky in the distance was foggy, and the wheat fields in the early morning were covered with wisps of dew.

Many men, women, and children are working in the endless wheat fields, some are hoeing, some are catching insects, some are loosening the soil, some are fertilizing, and it is a busy scene.

Runzhi and his party were obviously inconvenient and didn't want to refuse the old farmer's request at this time, so they agreed.

The people began to roll up their trouser legs, and under the demonstration of the old peasant, they began to hunch their waists and look for the weeds one by one, and then pluck them up, and then put them in their hands for the time being, and when they could not hold them in their hands, they dug a big pit in the wheat field nearby, threw the weeds thoroughly, and then kneaded them into a ball and buried them in the wheat field.

The land of the Central Plains has always been the key place for the production of grain in the world since ancient times because of its fertile and flat, and the history of wheat planting for thousands of years has made the people of Henan basically well-known and familiar with the cultivation of grain crops.

"Aren't you really sent by the King?"

The old man suddenly stood up again, holding a handful of grass that had just been hoeed from the ground, and a very puzzled look on his face.

"Your Excellency has recently arrested more than 50 young people in our village," the old man continued, "These young men have all become Wang Dawang's subordinates in a short period of time, and this time they will not even let go of their own homes."

"You didn't mean to test me, did you? Anyway, I won't live for a few years, and my son will die at the hands of the king, if you want to arrest me, then arrest me immediately."

When the old man spoke, he was obviously wary of Runzhi, which was closely related to Runzhi's standard southern accent.

Of course, this is because this Wang Dawang's subordinates are not only from the local native of Henan Central Plains, but also a large number of various types of absconding criminals from all over the country.

"Uncle, you misunderstood, we are regular officers and soldiers, and we won't arrest you", Runzhi persuaded patiently, while continuing to bow over to help the old man carefully find those alternative weeds from the big clumps of wheat, and then mercilessly uprooted all kinds of grasses that were different from most wheat.

Weeding is one of the most important agricultural activities for all farmers in the Central Plains.

If weeding is not done in time, all kinds of grasses hidden in the wheat will take the opportunity to grow wantonly, quickly snatching the sunshine and rain that should belong to the wheat, especially competing with the wheat for nutrients from the soil, seriously squeezing the growth space of wheat, and the final result will inevitably lead to the inability to pay the rent of the land due to the lack of grain harvest, and eventually sell wives and children, and the family is ruined.

Therefore, weeding is extremely important for the old farmers in Henan!

Runzhi and his entourage were in the wheat field, hunched their backs, and earnestly helped the old farmers carefully remove the weeds in the wheat field one by one.

Runzhi has been in Qingtianguan for a long time, although Qingtianguan is not a wealthy family, but at least with the annual tenant rent of hundreds of thousands of stone rice, plus incense money similar to hundreds of thousands of stone rice, plus a reward of thousands of taels of gold a year similar to Tian Wenjing, so on the whole, Qingtianguan is also very rich.

Therefore, Runzhi grew up in Qingtianguan since he was a child, and he has not really come into contact with crops such as seedlings and wheat.

This time for Runzhi, it is obvious that he is trying to have fun in time and deliberately help the old farmers, in fact, he is also experiencing the hardships of the old farmers' lives, so as to better consider such hard farmers in his future official career.

Of course, Qing'er is very reluctant to this kind of farm work.

Why, it doesn't make me feel like I'm going to drag my gold silk shoes and go to such a dirty-looking wheat field.

Although this weeding is indeed quite novel, and it seems quite interesting to watch Runzhi weeding, but if this dirt is splashed on my white clothes, then how can I meet people? If you take this dress off, it must be absolutely indecent, if you don't go, I feel that Runzhi has said it, I and Runzhi are together, my big brother has said it, it's embarrassing not to go to the ground?

Runzhi saw that Qing'er reacted a little slower, and had already guessed Qing'er's thoughts, and when he saw that Qing'er was at a loss, he took a brocade coat from his burden and looked at Qing'er's body, just protecting Qing'er's dress inside.

He is also willing to do it, such a valuable Jiangnan Textile Road custom clothing made for the prime minister, even if the price of wheat in this wheat field adds up to a few thousand yuan, it may not be worth the money of this dress, and now this dress is afraid that it will be completely destroyed, Runzhi is also willing to do it, then I have to sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman.

"Weeding, weeding, the scenery is the most urging people, the Great Wall, things are not people, the east rises and the west falls, hurry up and hoe the grass"

When Runzhi and his party were busy helping the old farmer hoe the weeds, suddenly on the vast field, there was a woman who seemed to be singing a ballad, although the lyrics were concise and clear, but the song seemed melodious and free, it was a kind of debauchery and liberation beyond the ordinary world, and it was a kind of magical song that made people forget the fatigue of the moment.

"Eldest sister, this song is really pleasant, where did you learn it?" , Qing'er, as a woman, is naturally very interested in songs, so she couldn't help but ask the peasant woman who was hunched over her back and weeding not far away, humming a song lightly.

The peasant woman did not evade it at all, nor did she slow down the speed of weeding in her hands, but just stopped the song in her mouth and said: "This is made by a woman at the end of our village, this woman is a scholarly family, and she lives here in seclusion to avoid enemies."

Made for a woman, Runzhi continued to weed, and at the same time wondered that there was such a talented woman here, it seems that it is really unheard of, and it is rare for a woman to have such a talent.

In the Yongzheng period, after all, although some women can also learn some writing etiquette, but the whole society is still disgusted with women learning such elegant things, so even if women are talented, there are not necessarily teachers who are willing to devote themselves to cultivating and teaching them, so there are few really talented scholars.

Therefore, not only Runzhi felt novelty about this, but even Haozi, Cheng Hanyun and other head-catchers felt incredible.

But evidently the servants were more interested in the song, so the woman stopped, feeling a little pity, and had to listen vaguely to the music of some women farther away.