When Mrs. Wu heard this, she picked up the bamboo basket with one hand and dragged Jiumao with the other, and ran towards the waterhole like a gust of wind. At this time, she thought to herself: It must be Fuya who saw them working hard and got fish to improve the food for the family!

Mrs. Wu came to the waterhole, picked up two half-dead fish into a bamboo basket, and saw the fish jumping on the shore one after another, and she was very happy to pick them up. At this time, some people from the village came to the waterhole to draw water, and when they saw the fish jumping on the shore, they also ran over to pick up the fish with joy.

At this time, Mrs. Wu had almost picked it up, she asked Jiumao to run back to the field, and told the neighbors who knew each other - the fish were easy to spoil when it was hot, she had already picked up a basket, and the rest was cheaper than her own people!

Most of the people who decided to harvest today were those who had a good relationship with the old Song family, or were close to them. Not long after Jiumao went, more than a dozen people came over. Each of them picked up two or three fish, enough for the whole family to eat at night!

Lao Zhangtou walked back with the fish, and felt strange in his heart: the waterhole was almost dry a while ago, and there were no fish. Where do these fish come from? Whatever it came from, I had fish soup to drink tonight! Xiao Jiu of the old Song family is really good, not only, he owes him to being able to eat fish this time! Well...... Or would they harvest the crops today?

Mrs. Wu carried a heavy bamboo basket on her back, came to the ground, picked up Fuya, who had fallen asleep, and walked home. The live fish are kept in the tank, and the dead are collected and salted and eaten at night!

In one afternoon, the Song family's five acres of wheat were harvested. Mrs. Wu sent the rice and boiled herbal tea to the ground, and the old Song family ate the soft steamed buns and the fish and meat in the sauce - Meizizi!

Fu Ya smelled the rich fish meat, and was so anxious that her saliva couldn't control it. Bamao saw the joke on her: "Milk, look at my sister, Harazi is direct, like a small waterfall!" ”

I don't care about you! You're just a little waterfall, you're a little waterfall! Grandma Fuya glared at the starling fiercely - this brother, I can't ask for it!

Of course, Mrs. Wu snorted at her precious granddaughter: "When you are so old, you are much more greedy than Fu Ya, and you can pick up the on the ground and fill it in your mouth!" Not only drooling, but also snot can cross the river! ”

Fu Ya: ......

Milk, you're too unsophisticated. Everyone eats, you are, and you have a big snot, are you disgusting? Fortunately, the milk came over when she was full at home, otherwise she would have thought of a big snot when she looked at the milk - vomit!

Song Laosi slapped his youngest son on the back of the head: "Look, even your sister thinks you're buried!" ”

Jiumao followed behind to make up a shot: "That's it, I'm younger than you, I know that can't be eaten, and I don't have a big snot!" ”

Song Bamao's little pot friend was annoyed and angry: "My milk has said, that was when I was a child!" Who can not have a past? Look at me now, my face is clean! It's not like Jiumao you, even if it's cleaned, it's the same as taking it out of the bottom of the pot. You must have been pulled out of the ashes at the bottom of the pot by the third aunt! ”

Jiumao hated people the most and said that he was black, and his eyes were red with anger: "If I picked it up from the ashes at the bottom of the pot, you must have pulled it out of the pile of!" ”

So the two of you were "ashes at the bottom of the pot", and he pecked each other "". Mrs. Wu used a killer weapon to suppress: "I see that you two are well fed!" Since it's supported, don't eat the fish, save it for your father. Give them a long time to work, and you will use all your strength on your mouth! ”

At night, Song Laohan looked at the "long-haired" moon with some unease, and said to himself: "'The moon is long-haired, and there is rain in the Ming Dynasty'!" No, don't rest tonight, and you'll have to take back the crops overnight! Otherwise, I won't be sure! ”

The young and middle-aged laborers in the family were each given two pieces of Erhe noodle cakes, a bowl of fish soup with most of the fish meat, and after eating, they wiped their mouths and picked up the sickle! Even Song Lao Wu, who was studying in the town, was called back and joined the ranks of the grabs!

Many families in the village, seeing that the weather was fine today, and they were ready to dry it for a day and then harvest, they were also panicked at this time. Lao Zhangtou was a little lucky, his own family followed Lao Song, and he grabbed it half a day earlier than others!

The Jiang family's fields were rented out, and they lent ox carts to the village to pull wheat to their homes. Of course, the one who has the right of first refusal is their godparents, the Song family. Zhao Changsheng, the man of Fu Ya's godmother Jiang Zhixue, is the son-in-law of the Jiang family, who is honest and capable, and has a lot of strength. He took his eldest son, who was over 10 years old, to help the Song family harvest overnight, and he was very willing to do his best!

In the first half of the night, the Song family's wheat harvest was completed. Fuya's godfather drove the ox cart again, helping to pull it home again and again!

In the second half of the night, when the Song family was harvesting five acres of sorghum, the wind was fierce, and the dark clouds poured in from the other side of the mountain, which soon obscured the moon. The people of Houshan Village wailed and cursed while speeding up the pace of harvesting.

The men and women of the Song family went into battle together, the men cut the sorghum stalks, the women cut the sorghum ears, and the children tied up the sorghum ears and carried them to the ox carts. The only two people in the family are idle, one is the milk doll Fuya who is sleeping heavily, and the other is Jiumao, who is responsible for watching her. Bamao was so sleepy that he was napping while working, and he almost fell asleep in the ridges of the field!

Song Laohan saw that several young grandsons couldn't stand it, so he asked seven-year-old Liumao to take his younger brothers back. Food is important, and children are even more important. In previous years, there were always children who fell asleep in the corners, and the adults were so busy that they forgot about the children, and only remembered to look for the children the next day. It's going to rain soon, so don't get drenched!

A few of the older ones can take up half of the workforce, and they offer to stay and help.

When the heavy rain poured down, the Song family still had two acres of sorghum that had not been cut! Song Laohan took his sons and continued to work. The rain was too heavy for the ox carts to come in. They took the sorghum ears they had cut and carried them home one by one!

It wasn't until dawn that all the grain of the Song family was recovered. Many families in the village stopped harvesting as soon as they saw that it was raining. There are also a few households who braved the rain to grab the harvest, including Lao Zhangtou's family!

After snatching it back, it was not possible to rest, and the Song family had five rooms and six houses, and half of them were freed up to make food for the kang. The harvested wheat is threshed by hand and then spread on a hot kang to dry. If the kang is not dry, the wheat will become moldy and sprout, which will affect the taste and be harmful to the body!

How can a person be tired for a day and a night without resting? Song Laohan took his sons and daughters-in-law into two shifts, half resting and half continuing to work. The sons of the Song family unanimously asked the old couple to take the children to sleep first, and the first class arranged for the four daughters-in-law and the weak fifth to rest.

Song Wu does half a day less work than his brothers, how can he still accept the care of his brothers with peace of mind? Boss Song was worried about exhausting his writing hands, so he put him in charge of turning over the grain and bagging it. The other four are in charge of the threshing work!