"This, this is too precious!" The village chief looked at these silks and was a little afraid to take them.

"Grandpa the village chief, don't shirk, this is as it should be, I will let someone send you home, and I will trouble you to divide the rest." Lin Muxiao didn't feel very valuable at all.

The village is the root of the Lin family, so it should be better for everyone.

"Okay, I thank you for everyone." The village chief bent down earnestly.

The better the village gets, that's the reason for the Lin family, every month they are given the wages they should be given, and they will give them extra food or something, and now there is no shortage of food in the village.

"You're welcome, let's go back first, you go and divide it." The old man looked at him.

"Okay."

When they came back this time, they planned to stay until after the autumn harvest and then return to Anling Prefecture, and they also had several months.

Summer wheat and early rice are harvested in July, and autumn maize is also planted in mid-July.

Peanuts and spring corn are harvested in August, as are soybeans and sweet potatoes.

As soon as August passes, the autumn harvest is almost over, and all that remains is medium rice and late rice.

The medium rice was harvested at the end of September, and the harvest was no worse than that of the early rice.

After harvesting the medium rice in October, Lin Muxiao began to organize the planting of winter wheat, which is also the most important, winter wheat must be taken care of well in order to survive the cold winter.

"Grandpa the village chief, when it snows, I will use wheat straw to put it on the roots of the rice, so that the rice will not freeze to death, but the wheat straw has to be replaced every once in a while, and it cannot be used all the time."

When planting, Lin Muxiao followed along and explained the precautions.

"Eh, okay, I'll take care of it." The village chief nodded.

"The village chief, the village chief, the county magistrate is here, you hurry back." A villager ran over and shouted.

"Prefectural order?" The village chief hurriedly got up from the field.

"yes, I'm looking for you by name, hurry up."

"Eh, I'll go." The village chief turned to look at Lin Muxiao.

"Village chief and grandfather, go quickly, I'll be here myself." Lin Muxiao smiled.

"Okay."

"This county order should be for rice and wheat!" Zimeng said on the side.

Lin Muxiao, Zimeng, and Zixing are all planting rice in the fields.

"It should be, otherwise the county magistrate wouldn't have come in person." Purple Star felt the same way.

"Whether it's or not, let's get to work, we have to finish this piece today." Lin Muxiao's movements in his hands did not stop.

"Puff~" Zixing looked at the seedlings in his hand, and then looked at his dress and felt funny.

"Laughing at what?" Lin Muxiao asked.

"I never thought I'd be dressed like this, let alone think I would be good."

"Haha, yes, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had such an experience!" Lin Muxiao also laughed.

Zimeng just had a smile on his face, and then he thought of something before he spoke.

"I'm afraid the war over there at the border will not end so soon, the strength of Fengli Country and Ludao Country is not bad, even if it is King Han, it is a little difficult." Zimeng was still a little worried.

"Zhixuan's letter said that there is no way to come back this year, and the twelve people of the Qingzi generation will come back at the end of the year, and she will let the door choose some people to come over, this battle is not easy to fight." Lin Muxiao was very clear.

Zhixuan and Gu Zhichu will write once in two months, Gu Zhichu will always have only those two words, Zhixuan will tell everything in the near future, she has long known that this war will have to endure for several years.

"The red clothes in the door will be arranged."

The three of them didn't say anything more about it, and they worked with their heads down.

After Lin Muxiao went back to wash, the old man was looking for her everywhere.

"Grandpa, are you looking for me?" When I came to the front hall, the old man, Da Lang and Shiro were all there.

"Well, sit down." The old man beckoned.

"What's wrong?" So serious.