Because of the help of the three fathers and sons of the Zhang family, although they rested for four hours at noon, the Liu family still harvested more than three acres of rice from the ground in one day, and took advantage of the moonlight to shoot them all.

People must be very tired from doing so many things in a day, but when they see a few piles of grain in the yard, everyone is in a very happy mood.

"Alright, let's wash up and go to bed. Get up early tomorrow to dry the millet and take advantage of the good weather to bask in a few more suns. When the late rice is planted in the field and the public grain is paid, you can breathe a sigh of relief." Chen Zhaodi took off her apron and slapped the dust and rice on her body vigorously to urge everyone to wash and rest.

In the summer, most of the men and women in the village go directly to the river to bathe.

Chen Zhaodi and Wang Sanmei were like this before, and they were rarely taken to bathe in the river by Liu Xinyu in the past two years.

Liu Xinyu had already boiled hot water, and she and Liu Xinju had already taken a bath first.

It's almost twelve o'clock at this time, although Liu Xinyu often stays up late, but after a busy day, he is already so sleepy that he can't open his eyes, and he rubbed his eyes and said to Chen Zhaodi: "Milk, I boil a lot of hot water, you and the second aunt only use it." I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep first."

Chen Zhaodi said as she walked to the kitchen, "Go ahead, you don't have to get up so early tomorrow, you can sleep more."

Of course, it's okay to sleep more, but Liu Xinyu is not used to sleeping lazy, and she got up the next day as soon as there was movement in the yard.

"Didn't it make you sleep more? Why did you get up? Did I disturb you?" Seeing Liu Xinyu coming out of the bedroom, Chen Zhaodi, who was picking grain, paused slightly, and looked at Liu Xinyu with some apologies.

Liu Xinyu looked up at the sky, smiled at Chen Zhaodi, and said, "No, milk! That's how I usually get up. It's supposed to be another sunny day!"

As he spoke, he walked to the middle of the yard, squatted down and tried the thickness of the grain spread out to dry, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The area that can be used for drying in this yard is still smaller!

"Milk, I see that people will be drying millet on the river dam soon, should we also pick some to dry on the river dam?" Liu Xinyu stood up, clapped his hands, patted the grain stuck to his hand and asked.

The Minqin Brigade has a special drying field, and in the past, when the production team was in production, the rice was harvested separately, and I did not feel that the drying field was not enough.

Now that the rice harvest has been done to the households, the time for rice harvesting is too concentrated than before, and the drying field is naturally insufficient.

In the past few days, in order to grab the grain field, either this family quarrels with that family, or that family fights with this family.

Gradually, there are people who occupy the river dam and dry the grain on both sides of the road, but there are still more monks and less porridge.

What Chen Zhaodi wants most is, of course, the village grain drying field, which is the land that the brigade has spent a lot of money on with cement, and it can be dried directly without bamboo mats, but she feels that it is not worth it to quarrel and fight with people in order to dry the grain.

Of course, if Chen Zhaodi didn't let people before, he would definitely have to fight for it.

Now, she just wants to dry the millet as soon as possible and keep the fields busy and refreshing, so that she can continue to make her bags and make her money.

On the other side of the dam, there is a large place where you can dry millet, but you have to bring bamboo mats.

There is a bamboo mat at home, but it can't solve too big a problem, but there is a lot more labor, and someone has to watch on the dam, so it is better to dry it in your own yard and turn it over a few more times.

"Let's dry it in our own yard, although the place is smaller and the grain is thicker, as long as we turn it frequently, it can be dried quickly, and it will not affect other work." Chen Zhaodi explained while evenly chopping the millet.

Liu Xinyu thought about it and felt that what Chen Zhaodi said was very reasonable, so she didn't say more.

Today, Liu Houxing and Liu Qingsong went to the field, they wanted to bring water to the field, and when the water soaked the field, they had to plow the field and prepare to plant late rice seedlings.

The late rice seedlings have already been raised, and now they are as tall as a palm, and they can be used for planting at any time.

Wang Sanmei took a few children to pull out the straw to dry, and when it was dried and piled into haystacks, a paper mill would come to the village to buy it.

The qualified ones are used to make paper, and the unqualified ones are used as firewood, or pulled to the ground to burn into ashes and local fertilizer.

Liu Xinyu wanted to help

was busy, but was rejected by Wang Sanmei.

Although everyone basically eats in the same pot now, Liu Xinyu's hukou is no longer at home, and she has not been allocated a field, and Liu Xinyu will leave Chen Zhaodi a quick amount of money every time she goes back to school.

When rushing to harvest, let Liu Xinyu help cook the dishes, send water or something, anyone can understand, and let Liu Xinyu help them do these farm work, Wang Sanmei's conscience can't get by.

Chen Zhaodi stayed at home to dry the grain, and also did not let Liu Xinyu interfere, Liu Xinyu, who had nothing to do, stood in the hall for a while, and decided to assemble the sewing machine.

The available space in the yard is used to dry the grain, and the only place that Liu Xinyu can use is about seven or eight square meters under the grape trellis, but it is almost enough for her to perform.

Parts and accessories brought back from the capital are stacked in different places in the utility room according to the type.

Although the utility room is relatively large, the ventilation is not very good, and it is obviously very stuffy.

Liu Xinyu only found a few pieces, and he was already sweating profusely.

I had to move the parts I found under the grape trellis first, and then go to the utility room to find the parts I needed.

It took almost an hour to find the parts back and forth several times.

Once you have found all the parts, you can assemble them quickly.

Soon a sewing machine was assembled, although it looked old, when Liu Xinyu put lubricating oil everywhere, put it on the line and tried to step on it, it felt good.

"This machine looks old, and it sounds pretty good." Chen Zhaodi, who was turning the grain, was hooked by the sound of Liu Xinyu stepping on the sewing machine, and looked the sewing machine up and down.

Liu Xinyu nodded and smiled: "It's really not bad, use it carefully, it's no problem to use it for another five years."

These parts were shipped back, and Chen Zhaodi didn't have time to ask, so she just had time at this time, so she asked Liu Xinyu about it.

Liu Xinyu dragged back a lot of parts from the capital, even if he just sold scrap iron, he could sell it for a few hundred yuan, and it couldn't be given away for free in the factory.

Although they are all old, they can be directly assembled into sewing machines, which will only cost more money, and it will never be given away for nothing.

When Zhang Zhaodi learned that these parts could be assembled into no less than 50 machines, and Liu Xinyu spent less than 1,000 yuan in total, she was really surprised and delighted.

Of course, she didn't expect Liu Xinyu to plan to use these old sewing machines and sewing machines to set up factories in the village, although the current policy is much looser, but she has never heard of any private factories.

She thought Liu Xinyu was going to sell the old sewing machine assembled from the scrap metal parts she had bought.

Fifty units, even if one is only sold for fifty yuan, it can be sold for two thousand five, and the income is more than doubled!