Farming, teaching.

Regular life makes time pass extremely fast.

It's June.

The wheat is ripe.

Li Ping'an looked at the sparse wheat fields, and couldn't help but feel the satisfaction of the harvest, and he was a little ashamed of the high-grade paddy fields, and the yield was not as good as that of the medium dry land.

Harvesting, drying, storage.

Fifteen acres of land yielded 3,000 catties of grain.

A few days after the grain was put into storage, the rent collector of the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to the door and moved half of it.

"I am immortal in history" Chapter 34 A year of white work is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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