An Chuxia, who was at home during the holidays, completely let go of herself, no matter how hard An Jinchen's brother guarded against her and didn't let her do anything, he just wanted her to read and practice calligraphy.

She was just pretending, as soon as An Jinchen left her, she put down her books and lay in the courtyard leisurely in the sun.

I lived a leisurely retirement life that I had dreamed of for a long time.

Six or seven days passed like this.

On this day, An Jinchen did not go to sell braised pork with Runsheng again, but found a piece of sand and gravel from the idle room, sat in the courtyard and brought a bowl of water with a broken bowl and began to sharpen the sickle.

The sound of sharpening the knife, listening to An Chuxia's toothache.

"Brother! Why didn't you go out today, what are you sharpening your knife for? ”

An Jinchen continued to touch the sickle in his hand, and replied without raising his head: "The wheat in the acres of land that our family has cleared is ripe, so we must take it back as soon as the weather is good."

If it rains, it's ruined. ”

An Chuxia then remembered that their family was on the side of the West Mountain and the three acres of land that An Jinchen's brothers and sisters were kicked out and opened when they grew up.

An Chuxia saw that An Jinchen had only sharpened a sickle, so he got up from the stool and went to the free room of the East House by himself, and found a rusty sickle and put it next to An Jinchen.

"Brother... Sharpen this sickle too, and I'll go with you to cut the wheat. ”

An Jinchen glanced at An Chuxia's white and tender little hands, and shook his head disapprovingly.

An Chuxia saw An Jinchen's expression and knew that he didn't need to use extraordinary means, An Jinchen, a favorite sister madman, would not agree.

So An Jinchen sharpened the sickle and put it aside, An Chuxia took advantage of his inattention to hold it in his hand, picked up the willow eyebrows and said: "Brother, I'll go to cut the wheat first, you sharpen the knife and come quickly!" ”

Before An Jinchen could react, An Chuxia had already slipped out of the door quickly.

An Jinchen, who originally wanted to stop his sister, sat back down and began to sharpen the rusty sickle.

My sister wants to go and play with the wheat, so let her go!

Leaving her alone at home to read a book these days must have been suffocating.

When she was tired of playing and her hands hurt and didn't want to cut, she let her sit under the tree at the edge of the field to rest.

I don't know if An Jinchen, the elder brother, will still think so when he sees An Chuxia, lying comfortably in the yard and basking in the sun every day.

When I came to the foot of the West Mountain, because it was a land that had been cleared out, it was not next to the fertile land of other people.

Therefore, it is easy to find your own wheat field in early summer.

An Chuxia walked to the ground, bent down, grabbed the wheat with one hand, and began to cut with a sickle in the other.

In the previous life, An Chuxia's father was a civil servant, and he was a small leader in the agency, but his mother was a girl from the countryside, and An's father was a college classmate.

Because An early summer likes the clean air of the countryside, the vitality of the crops, the sunrise and sunset, the primitive and simple life.

So in her previous life, as long as she had time, she would often visit her grandparents, stay there for a while, and help them work by the way.

That's why she's going to be decent when she's doing her job now.

An Chuxia had just cut a field of wheat, stood up and beat his waist, and saw An Jinchen and Da Zhuang and his wife walking towards this side.

Several people walked up to the front and couldn't help but smile when they saw the wheat that An Chuxia had cut.

An Chuxia looked at them inexplicably, what's so funny about this, isn't the wheat cut like this.

Zhao, the eldest daughter-in-law, saw An Chuxia's doubts, walked to the field and cut the wheat, and said over and over again: "Has Xia Xia never cut wheat before?" ”

An Chuxia thought about it, and the original owner had indeed never worked in the field, so he nodded, "Hmm! Yes and no! ”

Zhao said: "That's right, because people who have cut wheat will not leave the wheat stubble so high. ”

She saw that An Chuxia still didn't understand, so she explained to her again: "The wheat stubble is high, and the grass that is taken back to burn the fire will become less."

Second, the land is too close to the mountains... Wheat stubble is not allowed to be set on fire in the village, and it will be difficult to plough the land with oxen or plough the land yourself in the coming year. ”

Hearing Zhao's sister-in-law say this, An Chuxia came to her senses.

Modern people dare to cut wheat like this, first, there is no need to keep the wheat stubble for fire, because now the land is mechanized, and there is no problem that the land is difficult to cultivate.

She would cut the wheat because the old man was reluctant to pay for a harvester.

An was about to stand up and stretch her sore waist when she cut a section of wheat in early summer, and gradually she was left behind.

Fortunately, the Zhao family was not far ahead of her.

An Chuxia bent down and continued to cut, and chatted with Zhao in his busy schedule.

"Why didn't my sister-in-law and my eldest brother go to the breakfast stall today?"

Zhao Shi was working in his hands, and said with a bad face: "What else can it be, it's not from the old house."

When we split up, we only divided less than two acres of land with Da Zhuang, and the miscellaneous grains were planted in it, which would not be harvested.

At that time, everyone rushed to ask for land when they were separated, but now it is much better... I couldn't finish the work, so I asked the old lady to ask me and Da Zhuang to go back to help.

As soon as Da Zhuang and I walked out of the old house, we met your brother and learned that he was coming to Xishan to cut wheat.

Since we happened to meet so much, we will come with us and finish cutting your wheat first.

Those people who don't recognize their brothers when they encounter the slightest difficulty, to be honest, I don't really want to help them. ”

An Chuxia heard Sister-in-law Zhao's hearty and heroic words, and was so shocked that she almost didn't cut her calf, "Can you and Brother Da Zhuang do this?"

When the time comes, my husband's brother and sister-in-law won't come to make trouble with you! ”

Zhao pouted, what about making trouble!

If they are separated, it is their love to help, and it is their duty not to help, even if they come to make trouble, they can still make trouble.

If it weren't for Xiaoxia's sister to help, the two of them would still owe so many foreign debts after they split up, and they wouldn't know what their lives would have been.

In order not to cause trouble to Xiao Xia, their husband and wife never mentioned it in front of outsiders, and Xiao Xia taught them to do early craftsmanship.

But even if they don't say that the two of them are grateful to Xiao Xia in their hearts, they usually can't help their family, and now they happen to meet that there are few people working in their family, so if they don't come to help his family at this time, do they have to help the relatives of the group of white-eyed wolves.

An Chuxia guessed well, Zhao's husband's sister-in-law waited left and right in the field, but did not wait for the two of them.

The righteous face was red and his neck was thick, and he crossed his waist and scolded them in the field that the two of them were not things. She asked the old lady to call, but the two of them still didn't come to help.

When an honest man heard his wife say this, he didn't feel good in his heart. His relatives saw that he was lame and thought he was burdensome, so they hurriedly separated the husband and wife.

Not even a decent fellow was given to them, let alone a fertile paddy field.

Except for a debt, the two of them basically didn't get anything decent.

Just when An Chuxia was cutting wheat and couldn't straighten her waist, An's second grandmother's grandson ran over and shouted, "Sister Chuxia! My grandmother told me to tell you to go back quickly, saying that your house is here to deliver the newspaper. ”