"Mother, don't fight, I was wrong, I was wrong......" Li Qing begged for mercy as he ran.

"You stop for the old lady!" Jiang ran out of breath.

Stop, stand still and wait for you to fight?

Yunji: "......"

Alas! My mother is still so stupid, and my grandmother is still not old. Yun Ji sighed, carried the bamboo basket into the house, picked up the piece that Jiang had torn and took a bite.

Sweet, soft, and tastier than steamed buns. Yun Ji sat at the table and took a small bite of bread.

Li Qing gave Jiang a detailed analysis of the wealth behind this bread, and Jiang gave up and did not pursue Li Qing. Just said that there was something to discuss with her in the future, and Li Qing almost nodded his head into a sieve.

Potstickers are still to be made, and the market no longer sells fritters, but bread. Because it is mixed with sugar, it is more expensive than a copper coin for fritters.

Zheng Dalang has repeatedly expressed to Li Qing that he wants to learn how to make fritters, and he is willing to pay tuition. Li Qing paid attention to it.

"Shopkeeper Zheng, I can move the fried ghost to your store, but the shopkeeper is not a buyout, but a division of labor, I only charge half of what he gets from each place, you set up the stove, I will do it, you will make the oil, I have other things here, such as this potsticker, it is a new food in Beijing, and I can directly hand over the potsticker to you without charging money." The snack of pot stickers was told to them by the last few Suzhou businessmen, so those people didn't buy the recipe for pot stickers.

After Zheng Dalang thought about it, he felt that it was feasible, so the two signed a contract and went to the Yamen to seal the pledge.

After that, Li Qing only needed to carry the fermented flour and baked bread to the dock restaurant at the time of the market, and put down the things to sell.

Zheng Dalang's potstickers are finally priced at one copper coin for vegetarian stuffing and one copper coin for pork filling. They are all bigger, so there are more people buying them. And after Li Qing has less oil costs, she actually earns more. Vegetable oil is 140 copper coins a catty, and sometimes the price rises to 15, and the price has never been lowered. Both parties have interests, so they have not blushed.

Zheng Dalang's wife, Zheng Wang, was also a warm and friendly person, and after learning that Li Qing was a widow, she was quite sympathetic to her. Li Qing laughed at this, she didn't need sympathy, but she couldn't show resistance either.

Li Qing's bread was sold in Zheng Dalang's shop and became a new type of dry food. Sometimes people can eat dried fruit in it, and they are more and more sure that this thing is good.

Like fritters, bread is also quite popular with the people of the Tianqi Dynasty. Especially for those who run boats, when the weather is hot, they want to eat something sweet, and Jiang's bread is their best choice.

The end of summer could not contain the hot weather, and Li Qing was facing a huge difficulty - the rice in the field should be harvested.

Li Qing stood in the yard with a sickle in his hand: "......" Modern is machine work, ancient manual labor, these rice are obviously picked up on the pole and don't want to come down, do I want to knock down one string after another?

Imagine the picture, thousands of straws...... Hand puffed, and then hand scrapped.

(ಥ_ಥ) Boom

Why am you not a science student, why did you want to study literature in the first place, and what else would anyone who studied literature in ancient times? It takes half a day to study a stove.

Li Qing was crying in his heart.

"Ah Qing, I saw a harvester enter the village, let's go and ask the price."

Jiang pushed open the fence gate of the courtyard and said to Li Qing as he walked.

Hey?

Reaper?

How can I forget this stubble, there is a mobile harvesting team. Li Qing took the back basket on Jiang's back, which contained some water chestnuts that had just been plucked from the water. Li Qing took out two and skinned them and ate them.

"Mother, do we still have to get the grain down after harvesting the rice?" Li Qing asked.

Jiang Shi glanced at Li Qing inexplicably: "If you don't fight down, you can chew the straw and eat it together!" ”

Li Qing: "Oh" Jiang said that it was beaten down, not by hand, and Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang was really a man of action, and in the afternoon, he and the four mobile harvesters finalized eighty copper coins to harvest that acre of land.

Most of the families in the village do not need mobile harvesters, and only families like the Jiang family, who have lost their main labor force, will invite them.

The Jiang family is ranked second to harvest, so it's tomorrow and they need to take care of their breakfast.

Early in the morning, Li Qing and Jiang invited the four of them to have breakfast in the courtyard. In order to fight his hunger, Li Qing steamed a relatively thick steamed bun, two per person, and fried two side dishes with porridge, although they are all vegetarian, but the taste is acceptable.

At noon, the yard was full of rice, the kind with poles.

After settling the money, they went to the next house. Itinerant harvesters like this work a lot every day, and the harvest season is only ten days and half a month, so they have to take this opportunity to work more in order to earn more money.

Li Qing saw that each of them was tanned, and the old wounds on their hands were either cracked or calloused, and he felt a huge feeling. It is this group of people created by the times, they leave their family farm work to go out to work, in this era without machines, naturally extended, all for survival.

The weather has been good these days, if Li Qing and Jiang don't turn over this batch of rice, it will be almost sunburned. Jiang didn't know where to take out two handfuls of Lianjia, one in each of their hands.

Li Qing was stunned for a while with the top-heavy thing in his hand.

So is it going to be fought?

Li Qing followed Jiang's example, holding Lianjia's bamboo handle, raising it up and falling down. The board woven by the vine on top turned around due to inertia, and then slammed on the straw on the ground with a clatter.

That's how it works.

Li Qing knew that she couldn't use force to infinitely buff, so she was extra careful. In case this continues, the millet will be crumbled into powder residue...... Jiang will definitely chase her with Lianjia and beat her.

The picture is too beautiful to imagine. Li Qing, who was chased by Jiang with a broom, shook his head and continued to play with straw.

It took the two of them a whole day to take the millet off the rice, and Jiang went to the Wang family next door to borrow a windmill.

Li Qing: Do you still want to use this thing?

She vaguely remembered that she had this thing when she was a child, but the memory was too distant and a little vague. Because he has it in his memory, Li Qing got started quickly.

After Yun Ji came back from school, he also helped the two adults do things, and he hugged the beaten straw outside little by little. After getting Li Qingzhen's praise obediently, Yun Ji worked harder.

Nothing can compare to the mother's true obedience, Yun Ji seems to be full of enthusiasm in an instant, and the speed of work is much faster.

At this time, the yield per mu was not like the kind after Grandpa Yuan. The Jiang family has harvested two stones of rice per mu, and the two stones are about 118 catties, which is still the yield of the middle and upper level of the field.

Wait for two more days, and then throw away ten catties of water, after threshing, there may be fifty or sixty catties of rice.

Fifty or sixty catties of rice can be eaten for about two or three months. The gruel that the Jiang family has always eaten, rarely steamed rice, can be eaten for so long.

The paddy field industry has always been the sideline of the Jiang family, and it is also the sideline of the entire Shilitang Village.

On weekdays, the Jiang family has the habit of stockpiling grain, and a large number of potatoes are hoarded in the cellar cave behind the house. The most important thing on the table at home is the potato.