The wheat is brought back and dried before it can be threshed.

In the absence of a harvester, it was really troublesome to harvest wheat manually, but after so many years of getting used to it, no one felt that there was any problem.

After Shu Nuan went home with the wheat, he untied it on the plastic sheet specially laid in the yard, went into the house and washed his face, then closed the door and prepared to continue up the mountain.

When there was no one at home, she couldn't help but think of the problem of raising a dog, and she subconsciously thought of the big black dog in Brother Niu's house.

"After a few busy days, I'll take the time to see if the puppies can be caught and raised."

Although Niu Chunhua has not come here to make trouble recently, with past experience, there is no guarantee that the other party will be quiet during this time, and it will be able to continue to be quiet after a while.

At this time, keeping a dog at home to watch the door has become the focus.

Shu Nuan was thinking about things in his heart, but the pace of going up the mountain did not slow down at all.

When she came to her field, she again started baling and carrying the wheat home.

The afternoon passed quickly in the midst of a hectic rush, and when the sun was setting, they had finally cleaned up all that needed to be cleaned up in the field, and only a few ears of wheat had fallen to be picked up.

After Shu Nuan put the last bundle of wheat on the bale, she grunted and poured herself half a bottle of water.

"Grandma, it's six o'clock, and it's almost time for us to go back."

After she said this, Wu Huihong nodded, turned her head and instructed Shu Zheming: "Mingming, you go and pick up the ears of wheat that fell in the field, and your eldest sister and I will go to the corn field to get you corn back to eat." ”

"Okay."

Shu Zheming nodded obediently in response, and began to search for fallen ears of wheat in the wheat field with a bamboo basket.

Shu Nuan looked at the young brother's serious appearance, and a chuckle flashed in his eyes.

"Let's go."

Wu Huihong casually lifted the back basket that was blocking her feet and greeted her.

Shu Nuan nodded and quickly followed.

The corn field is not far from the wheat field here, only about 200 meters away.

After arriving at the cornfield, the two began to inspect their corn.

Shu Nuan used her fingernails to tear a gap in the husk of the corn and observed the ripeness of the corn kernels.

When you find a suitable one, you pull it off, and if it is too tender, you leave it on the stalk and let it continue to grow for a while.

The two of them searched and soon found five or six suitable corns.

Shu Nuan looked at the corn that was pulled down from the back basket, and reminded the old man who was still wandering around the cornfield.

"Grandma, it's almost over, I'm going to eat and I'll come back tomorrow."

"Okay, that's it for today."

Wu Huihong replied and walked out of the cornfield.

And Shu Nuan looked at the corn stalk in front of him, and directly cut it off with a knife.

Originally, this kind of corn stalk without corn was to be left in the field and disposed of after the corn was finally harvested, but now she does not want to bring the corn stalk back to be used as firewood, but to taste the sweetness of the corn stalk.

When she was young, every time she harvested corn, her grandfather would deliberately cut one of the most tender corn stalks for her to eat as sugar cane.

Very few people grow sugarcane here, and it can only be bought at the market during the Chinese New Year every year, and this sweet corn stalk has become a sweet memory for many children in their early years.

When Shu Nuan raised her knife to chop the corn stalks, Wu Huihong was carrying a basket on her back and preparing to leave.

"Click......"

There was also a crunch when the corn stalk with plenty of moisture broke.

Although it is not as watery as sugar cane, and it is not as sweet as sugar cane, it is good to be able to taste the sweetness.

When Shu Nuan came to her wheat field with two arm-long corn stalks, the other two were standing by the wheat pile and looking at her.

"Obviously, give."

Shu Zheming took the sweet corn stalk in surprise: "Thank you, eldest sister." ”

"Alright, it's getting late, we should go back." Shu Nuan looked at the sun that had already set halfway, and then handed the remaining sweet corn stalk in his hand to Shu Zheming. "Come, help the eldest sister take it."

"Okay."

Shu Zheming pursed the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.

"You guys."

Wu Huihong looked at the two sisters and brothers who interacted, chuckled and shook her head.

And Shu Zheming, who already wanted to taste the sweet corn stalk in his hand, had to keep his mouth shut at this time and help with things.

Shu Nuan smiled in his eyes, picked up the bundled ears of wheat, and prepared to go down the mountain.

As the sky gradually darkened, the villagers who were busy in the fields began to go home for dinner.

"Hoo ......"

Shu Nuan put down his burden and exhaled a long breath.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead with the handkerchief in his pocket, he took off the straw hat on his head and fanned himself.

"You sisters and brothers will rest for a while, and I'll go boil hot water for you, and then have dinner after taking a bath."

After Wu Huihong instructed the two, she gently slapped her shoulders and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Shu Zheming quickly ran into the hall and moved two stools out: "Eldest sister, you sit." ”

Shu Nuan looked at his younger brother's hot and red face, and couldn't help but urge softly: "Look at you sweating profusely, go wash your face." ”

"Okay."

Shu Zheming nodded and ran away again.

Shu Nuan shook his somewhat sore arm, moved over the stool on the side and sat down.

Now that the sky had darkened, the hot temperature was beginning to drop, and a gust of wind was blowing, bringing a hint of coolness.

Just as Shu Nuan was looking at the distraction not far away, Shu Zheming, who had left a moment ago, ran back in a hurry.

I saw Shu Zheming holding two corn stalks in his hands, looking at her with a bright smile on his face: "Eldest sister, I have already washed the corn stalks, give them to ......"

"Thank you, Mingming."

Shu Nuan smiled lightly, and then took the corn stalk.

Shu Zheming grabbed the top of his hair with his free other hand, pulled over the stool next to him and did it next to her.

"Click......"

"Eldest sister, this is so sweet......"

Shu Nuan looked at the young brother's happy expression, smiled, and lowered his eyes to look at the corn stalk in his hand.

"Click......"

After a bite and a chew, the juice in the corn stalk spreads in the mouth with a hint of sweetness.

"It's sweet enough, but there's no moisture."

Shu Nuan secretly sighed in her heart, and couldn't help but start thinking about whether to plant some sugarcane to eat for the New Year after a while.

After having that mysterious spiritual spring, she subconsciously put it on the plant. After all, the vegetables that have been watered by the spiritual spring taste very good, and it must be the same effect when used on other crops.

The corn stalk in her hand had a hint of sweetness, which seemed to reduce the heat on her body, and the originally irritable mood became soothed.