Speaking of this, Wang Shuiyang naturally understood the meaning of Gu Junlan's words.

This drawing is given to oneself, which means that this object can be made in the future.

Thinking that the daughter-in-law of the family has a big opinion recently, and the second daughter's in-law has also had some accidents, and she is in a hurry to use the silver, Wang Shuiyang is no longer polite to Gu Junlan, and takes the drawings back into his arms.

"Jun Lan girl, my uncle won't say polite words."

"Uncle, we're a family, aren't we?"

Winking at him, Gu Junlan's slightly playful tone made Wang Shuiyang laugh heartily.

"Yes! Family! ”

Just taking advantage of the large number of people, in addition to Wang Shuiyang and Wang An, the other two villagers from Qingyang Village were also busy.

The two followed Gu to pull the grain machine back to the Gu family's yard with an ox cart, and took a few more sickles to the ground.

The cut rice was helped to be pulled back in an ox cart, while Gu stayed at home and threshed the rice.

There was a lot of strength in numbers, and it only took one afternoon to harvest half of the rice.

It wasn't until the evening that Gu Shi went to shout several times before several people stopped.

The ox cart walked slowly, and before he could enter the door, he smelled the fragrance of rice coming from the courtyard.

And Gu Junlan, who had been busy all afternoon, bore the brunt of the drum in her stomach.

"Haha, Junlan girl is hungry, right?" Wang Shuiyang heard the voice and quipped.

"Uncle, don't laugh at me, it's a gluttonous worm in my stomach!"

Gu Shi walked in front, and when he heard the conversation between the old and the young behind, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Let's go wash our faces and get ready for dinner."

Lifting the well water with a bucket and pouring it into the basin, Gu Shi turned around and went into the stove room.

As soon as I lifted the lid of the pot, the rice that had been simmered on the embers before going out was completely ready.

"Mother, how did you take off your shell?"

Looking at the rice in the pot, Gu Junlan swallowed her saliva with greed.

"I thought about keeping your uncle and them to eat, so I went to the patriarch's house to borrow a stone mortar, and used the rice that the two of us took back to dry two days ago."

At the end of the meal, although there were no two dishes on the table, several people were very satisfied.

After finishing the work, Gu prepared a small burden of rice for each person that had not yet been hulled.

Because of the orphans and widows of the Gu family, several old men did not dare to stay longer, and after dinner, they all got on the ox cart and rushed back.

After sending the people away, the mother and daughter washed the dishes and prepared to sit down for dinner.

Looking at the brown rice in the bowl, Gu Junlan picked up the bowl and pulled it into her mouth, although the taste was not as good as the polished rice eaten in modern times, but at this moment, Gu Junlan had an urge to cry.

When you chew it carefully, the sweetness of rice lingers on the tip of your tongue.

"Mother, look at these two acres of land, how many catties of rice can you collect?"

Although rice can be grown, Gu Junlan still doesn't have much concept of these in his mind.

"There is still one acre of land confiscated, and when it is all taken back, dried and milled into rice, there will be about two or three hundred catties!"

Speaking of this, Gu's eyes were full of joy.

In the past, let alone two or three hundred catties of rice at home, even if it was only one catty, it was something she never dreamed of.

Hearing this number, Gu Junlan was stunned for a moment, then frowned again and muttered in a low voice: "It's only two or three hundred catties, this is too little, right?" ”

She remembered reading a book before that under normal circumstances, an acre of land can harvest about 1,000 catties of rice, and after grinding into rice, there are 700 catties!