Cui Jie is not ordinary, but also very confident.

Her background is indeed good, her education, family upbringing, her own talent, etc., are all good.

And her analysis of Li Qinzai, objectively speaking, is quite rigorous, but it is a pity that she has been in the closed Zhuangzi for a long time and cannot gain other information, and she does not know that Li Qinzai has undergone earth-shaking changes today.

It's not just him who has changed, it's also a son.

A young lady from a family, a personal maid, the two of them really caught fish by the river honestly.

The fishing process was not smooth, neither of them had done it before, had no experience, and did not catch a single one until it was dark.

Cui Jie looked frustrated, crying from the frost, and the sisters helped each other back.

After bending over to catch fish by the river for a long time, the two of them had a sore back, and when they returned to their humble hut, Cui Jie and Congshuang were so sore that they couldn't do it.

Cui Jie held back her tears, she had never suffered so much since she was a child, but she couldn't cry, she had to be strong in front of Congshuang.

"The people of the Li family really don't have a good thing!" Cui Jie thought hatefully.

She felt more and more that she had made the right decision to run away from marriage, and she had escaped from a big fire pit.

Early the next morning, Cui Jie expelled three wen from the less than 20 wen she had saved, gritted her teeth and endured the heartache to send it to a farmer in Zhuangzi, asking him to help catch fish.

Naturally, the farmer caught five fish in less than half an hour.

The compensation task assigned by Li Qinzai was completed, but Cui Jie also lost the three pennies that she had saved with great difficulty.

It's all hard-earned money!

The psychological quality of the young lady is still very strong and optimistic.

Think about it from another angle, if this autumn harvest is opened, and the person sent by the Li family is that gentleman, wouldn't she fall into his clutches at this moment? In his hands, I don't know how much torture he will suffer.

Now this person sent by the Li family, I am not sure which grandson of Li Laoguo Gong is, he seems to be a good person, she is at a loss, and she only asked her to pay five fish, so it can be said that she is very kind-hearted.

I hope that after the autumn harvest, the people of the Li family will hurry back to Chang'an, Cui Jie and Congshuang will not reveal their identities, and from now on, the rivers and lakes will be far away, and she and the Li family will meet again indefinitely.

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The day of the autumn harvest has finally arrived.

According to the customs of the Tang Dynasty, the landlord's family must preside over the opening ceremony during the autumn harvest.

The so-called "open sickle", as the name suggests, is that after a large number of bigwigs from all walks of life who respect heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, the master takes a sickle to the ground and symbolically cuts a crop, indicating that the landlord has worked in person.

After the first crop is cut, the whole ceremony is completed, and then the farmers go to the fields for the autumn harvest.

It sounds boring, but it's ...... to do More boring.

Before dawn, Li Qinzai was woken up by the Song steward in the other courtyard, and he got up with a stomach, Li Qinzai's face was gloomy, and he was not happy to see anyone.

Buckwheat was also yawning, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Feeding big fish and meat every day, buckwheat seems to be fatter, a little round and cute, and it looks more and more cute.

Li Qinzai looked at the buckwheat with fleshy cheeks, and his stomach was much better when he got up.

I couldn't help but reach out and pinch it on his fleshy face, tsk, the pink is tender, full of elasticity, and the feel is very good.

Buckwheat looked at him puzzled, not understanding why her father suddenly pinched his face.

"There's something in your face." Li Qinzai said with a smile.

Buckwheat subconsciously touched her face: "What's there?" ”

"It's kind of cute...... Ha ha! ”

The earthy and greasy praise didn't work for buckwheat, he didn't understand it at all.

"Did your father pinch off the cuteness?" Buckwheat said and still wiped her face with her little hands.

"I can't pinch it, the more I pinch it, the cuter it gets."

Buckwheat was anxious: "What should I do then?" What is 'cute'? Why can't I pinch it? ”

"It's okay, just let it stay on your face, the longer the better, when you grow up, experience things, and are no longer simple, 'cute' will slowly disappear."

Buckwheat sighed as if she didn't understand.

Like, "cute" is not a bad thing......

Steward Song broke into the courtyard in a hurry, and seeing that Li Qinzai was still not in a hurry, Steward Song stomped his feet and said, "Fifth Shaolang, the auspicious time is approaching, and it will be too late if you don't dress up!" ”

Li Qinzai was stunned: "Auspicious time? Is it a sickle or a marriage today? ”

"Of course, there is an auspicious time to open the sickle!"

Steward Song beckoned, and several maids quickly stepped forward to dress up Li Qinzai.

The hosta on his head and the jade belt around his waist were unfastened, the silk clothes were taken off, the foot coat and the precious deerskin boots were removed, and then he was replaced with a bulky robe, hat, clogs, and even painted a few red oil paints on his face.

Li Qinzai was very passive by the maids, especially painting oil paint on his face, I don't know what the custom is, I always suspect that the subordinates of the other courtyard deliberately manipulated him, and I want to get angry and worry that I will blame others by mistake.

"The five young men don't move, let them draw well, they must draw when they open the sickle, they can drive away evil spirits and pray for blessings, and they are very auspicious." Steward Song persuaded.

Li Qinzai's mood suddenly calmed down: "Oh, that's fine, just greet me in the face." ”

Buckwheat looked at Li Qinzai's face with novelty, and the red oil paint on his face somehow touched his laughter, giggling and giggling.

Li Qinzai also laughed and grimaced at him.

After dressing up, Li Qinzai walked out of the courtyard surrounded by Steward Song and his subordinates.

Outside the courtyard, an incense table was placed, and various offerings were placed on the incense table, and many farmers gathered in the open space, including the old, the young, and women and children.

Li Qinzai, who had an oil paint on his face, stood in front of the crowd and suddenly felt a little shy, if this ghost look was made fun of by the villagers, it would be too shameless.

However, the dealers did not laugh, on the contrary, everyone was very serious, their faces were tense, and when they saw the oil paint on Li Qinzai's face, their expressions became more and more dignified, and there was a kind of pilgrimage-like holy brilliance.

There were two people standing next to Li Qinzai, one was a rickety old man with a cane, listening to the quiet introduction of the Song steward, this seemed to be the longest-lived one in the Zhuangzi, and he was also a respected old man in the village.

There was also a man wearing a Taoist robe, with a few oil paints on his face, his hair scattered, standing alone and babbling, not knowing whether he was reciting lines or reciting incantations.

Steward Song introduced that this is an invited master, who is probably responsible for dancing the god and communicating with God, and by the way, exorcism and blessings, in order to have a good harvest this year.

The auspicious time has arrived, and the ceremony has begun.

The dancing god really jumped up, swaying like a jump, his head kept shaking, his mouth was chanting, he was jumping while reading, and from time to time he circled around Li Qinzai.

Li Qinjae was terrified.

He felt like he had become an offering, and after the ceremony was over, he would be steamed and eaten by God.

Under the order of the dancing god, the farmers knelt down and kowtowed to the incense case.

In addition to various offerings, there is also a tablet on the incense tablet with the name of the god of agriculture, Houji.

Houji's real name is Ji Qi, is the ancestor of the Son of Heaven in the ancient Zhou Dynasty, Yao won the world, ordered Houji to build a granary in the national treasury, and taught the people the law of farming.

Since then, descendants have respected Houji as the "god of agriculture".

That's right, the god of agriculture is Houji, not Shennong, Shennong takes medicine, and Houji teaches people to grow food.

Knock on the blackboard, knowledge points.

The solemn and solemn autumn harvest and sickle opening ceremony is naturally indispensable for the god of hard work to run and give the world a blessing.

As for whether this dancing god is pretending to be crazy and stupid or really connected with the god of agriculture, it is really impossible to ......

The tedious ceremony took the morning and ended almost by noon.

The dancing god was tired of jumping, and sat on the side sweating profusely, panting tiredly, like a tired spiritual guy who was jumping in a bar and returned to the card seat, so that Li Qinzai wanted someone to give him a bottle of spade ace to gargle, and today's consumption was paid by Li Gongzi.

Next, it's time for Lee Chin-jae to come out.

Fortunately, Li Qinzai doesn't need to jump the gods, what he has to do is very simple.

The Song steward held a sickle tied with red silk to Li Qinzai, who led the laborers of the Zhuangzi to the edge of the field, rolled up his sleeves and went down to the ground, bent down and cut the first crop of wheat with the sickle.

The scythe was sharp, and when the wheat was cut, the surrounding farmers erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

Steward Song laughed and said: "The five young men of the main family have opened the sickle, all the neighbors hurry up and go to the ground, this year's harvest, the five grains are abundant, and the people and animals are prosperous!" ”

Everyone shouted in unison: "The five grains are abundant, and the people and animals are prosperous!" ”

Eventually, the farmers went down to the fields and began to harvest their crops in full swing.

Li Qinzai turned his head to look at Steward Song: "What should I do next?" ”

Steward Song said with a smile: "The fifth young man can do his own thing, if you are interested in participating in the autumn harvest, you can also divide the land for you......"

Li Qinzai sighed: "Don't be kidding, do I look like such a hard-working, brave and hard-working person?" Find me a place to lie down, cut a crop, I'm exhausted! ”

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The autumn harvest is a big event, and the ceremony is also very grand.

Both men, women, and children participated in the ceremony, including the outsiders Cui Jie and Congshuang.

The two of them mixed in the crowd, watching the nobles of the Li family preside over the autumn harvest ceremony, everything was normal originally, and Cui Jie also enjoyed the whole ceremony from beginning to end with novelty.

Until the end, Steward Song suddenly burst out loudly: "The fifth young man has opened the sickle."

Cui Jie and Congshuang were instantly stunned.

Cui Jie had a detailed investigation of the British Gong Li family as early as in Qingzhou, and she knew who the Li family's "Five Young Langs" represented.

Congshuang was shocked, and her petite body couldn't stop trembling.

"It's over, girl, the slave is dead!" From the frost desperately grabbed the double bun on the top of her head.