Zhao Fuling, who hadn't eaten anything for a day, picked up the bowl and joined the dry rice army, and when she was eight minutes full, she put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked Zhao Dongqing.

"Holly, it's the autumn harvest soon, do you know where our family's food is grown?"

When Zhao Fuling came back today, she saw that the rice in the field was beginning to hang low, and the patches were golden, and it seemed that it would not be long before it was time to harvest.

Zhao Dongqing was still gnawing on a piece of chicken wings in his mouth, and said inarticulately: "Of course I know, every time my father goes to work in the field, he will call me and tell me to take care of our family's land." ”

"That's good, that's good." Zhao Fuling is glad to have such a younger brother. The original owner used to be a lazy master who never asked about the field, and Zhao Laosan was a daughter slave, so it was impossible for her to work in the field.

"Ahem, listen to me." Zhao Fuling sat up straight in a serious manner. Seeing this, the three people next to them also hurriedly put down the bowl in their hands and listened to her seriously, which came from their reverence for the original owner.

"Well, the autumn harvest is coming soon, our father is gone, and the rest is up to us. So everyone in our family has to work in the future, otherwise we will have a hard time this winter. Zhao Fuling looked like a big man.

Gu Zheng, who didn't speak on the side, also nodded in agreement with her statement.

"Hmmm! Sister, what you say is what you say, Nanxing will definitely work hard. Zhao Nanxing pouted with oily mouth, and his head was like a chicken pecking rice.

"Sister, don't worry, the rice in the field can be harvested, and I will go and cut the grain back." Zhao Dongqing looked responsible.

"Well done!" Zhao Fuling gave them a big thumbs up, and then her eyes fell on Gu Zheng on the other side.

Gu Zheng didn't know what to say for a while, since Zhao Laosan died, he didn't know what kind of identity he existed in this family.

Slave? Husband?

"Why don't you say something?" Zhao Fuling winked at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in front of her.

"I ...... Naturally, I helped with the autumn harvest. Gu Zheng fidgeted and spit out a few words.

In fact, he also wants to say that this is also his home, and at present, as the eldest male in the family, he will take care of this home. This is not only Zhao Laosan's deathbed entrustment, but also what he wants to repay Zhao Laosan.

Zhao Fuling didn't know what Gu Zheng was thinking, she felt that when she had time in the future, she would have a good talk with Gu Zheng.

"Okay, then I'll take care of the rest. Now there are seven or eight days before the autumn harvest, and in these seven or eight days, all we have to do is to tidy up our home. Saying that, Zhao Fuling stood up and pointed to the dilapidated yard.

"First of all, we have to clean up the yard first, which can be used to dry rice at that time, and we have to clean up two places at home, which will be used to pile up grain at that time."

"As for the herbs at home, we will sell them all in the past two days, and then buy something and come back."

"There are ......" Zhao Fuling was about to continue the arrangement, and a voice came from the gate of the courtyard.

"Poria cocos, are you at home?"

Everyone turned around, and it was Aunt Wang next door, who came over with a bowl in her hand.

"It's Aunt Wang, come and sit, have you eaten?" Zhao Fuling beckoned someone to come over, and Zhao Nanxing hurriedly moved a stool.

Aunt Wang put the bowl in her hand on the table, and her eyes deliberately glanced at the scraps on the table, and said with a smile: "Hey, I've eaten, I've eaten." It's not thanks to you, the family is finally having meat today. I thought there were a lot of people here, so I'll bring you a bowl. ”

Zhao Lingling looked at a large chicken leg in the bowl, as well as a few pieces of chicken and some mushrooms.

"Aunt Wang, how can you embarrass me? Didn't you let me take back what I gave away? Zhao Fuling pretended to be embarrassed.

"Uh...... Actually, I ...... it," Aunt Wang was embarrassed to say.

Seeing this, Zhao Fuling's expression became serious, "Isn't something wrong?" Auntie, you ........"

"Hey! It's nothing, it's just this afternoon, Ergou and his father smelled the fragrance of your house, and he was greedy. I thought it should be the taste of this pheasant, but I also stewed this pheasant, and it still doesn't taste as good as yours. ”

"Isn't that just how you made it?" Aunt Wang looked at the remnants of soup on the table, but didn't see anything, and turned to look at Zhao Fuling with a thirsty expression.

Zhao Fuling was very embarrassed. She really didn't know that the chicken and mushroom stew she stewed could make the whole family cry.

"Huh...... Aunt Wang, I thought it was a big deal. ”

"I am ......" Zhao Fuling patiently explained the method of making chicken stewed mushrooms to Aunt Wang.

After a long time, Aunt Wang nodded meaningfully.

"No wonder, I said that I could smell the fragrance of your house from afar, and it turned out that so many spices were added."

"Huh...... My aunt didn't say earlier that I would leave you a bowl, but now ......" Zhao Fuling looked at the bowl on the table that was cleaned up with some embarrassment.

After only a while, Zhao Dongqing and Zhao Nanxing had already swept the food on the dinner table.

"Hehe, it's okay, you told me everything, I'll do it next time." Aunt Wang took Zhao Lingling's hand and smiled a little disappointed.

The farmer doesn't know how long it will take to eat meat, and he doesn't know when the next time he will make it.

Zhao Fuling looked at the bowl of chicken brought by Aunt Wang, and understood what she meant, she just wanted to bring a bowl over and exchange for a bowl of chicken stewed at her house to go back to satisfy the children's hunger, but unfortunately it was too late.

Forget it, if there is a chance to send them a bowl next time, Zhao Fuling secretly wrote it down in her heart.

"Hey, Poria, I just saw you talking, what are you talking about?"

"Sister said that the autumn harvest is coming soon, let's prepare for the autumn harvest." Zhao Dongqing said as he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

"Poria, it's really hard for your brothers and sisters." Aunt Wang's expression was gloomy, and she was very sorry in her heart.

"Fortunately, there is also an adult male brother Gu." Zhao Fuling and Aunt Wang's eyes fell on Gu Zheng who was sorting out the herbs at the edge of the courtyard at the same time.

Under the leadership of Zhao Laosan, Gu Zheng got along very well with the people in the village. After Aunt Wang came, because it was a conversation among the women, he said hello and went to his own house.

"It's true that since my father is gone, my two younger brothers are still young, and there is really not enough labor at home." Zhao Fuling lowered her eyes. It's not that she's pretending to be pitiful, but when she thinks of such a large amount of work as the autumn harvest, she feels tired.

"Don't worry, I and your Uncle Wang will take the time to help you during the autumn harvest." Aunt Wang gently patted Zhao Fuling's hand and comforted her.

"So what's so embarrassing? You and Uncle Wang have helped us too much. Zhao Fuling said very embarrassedly.

"Ah, what are you talking about! Besides, your father was kind to us when he was alive. Aunt Wang pretended to be angry.

For Zhao Laosan, in the memory of the original owner, he is a good person, because he understands some pharmacology, he can recognize a few words, he is loyal and honest, he is a farmer who keeps to himself, and he is very popular in the village.

Aunt Wang pulled Zhao Fuling's parents and chatted for a long time before leaving.

When Aunt Wang left, Zhao Fuling said that she would not accept a bowl of chicken she brought over, and forcibly asked Aunt Wang to bring it back, and gave Aunt Wang a lot of hawthorn before leaving.

Zhao Fuling is also a sophisticated person, since Aunt Wang promised to help her with the autumn harvest, she must not be able to take advantage of others.

Although the pheasant was given by her, it was to thank Aunt Wang's family for helping her take care of her father's funeral.

In the evening, Zhao Fuling spent the night thinking about how to make this autumn harvest easier. When the rice is recovered, it must be threshed and peeled......

In modern times, there are agricultural technologies, and it is not difficult to harvest to grow rice, but in ancient times, when agricultural tools were not developed, it was simply difficult to move an inch.

Zhao Fuling thought about it and fell into a sweet dream.

The next day, the entire Xinghua Village woke up in a commotion. Zhao Lingling woke up to Zhao Nanxing's screams.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fuling suddenly got up with a carp, quickly straightened her clothes and went out.

"Sister, the second aunt and they stole our family's rice." Zhao Nanxing said and pulled Zhao Lingling and ran to the field.

It turned out to be early this morning, before the sky was very bright, Zhao Lao's mother-in-law Zhao Chen took his daughter Zhao Guihua to cut rice in Zhao Fuling's field, and was seen by Wang Dazhu, who went up the mountain to chop wood, and he hurriedly called his son Ergou to go to Zhao Fuling's house to report the news.

It is the good time of the autumn harvest, and the rice in the fields is golden and swaying in the morning breeze, like a golden wave.

Zhao Fuling followed Zhao Nanxing to the field for a while, and saw from a distance that the ridge was full of people, all villagers who got up early to work.

"Yo! Chen didn't see that you were still a thief. Some people in the village who were not used to seeing Zhao's second daughter-in-law on weekdays began to say in a weird way.

"That's it, it's okay if you're used to being arrogant and domineering on weekdays, this rice is the life-saving food for the children of Zhao Laosan's family, you can do it, you black-hearted." It was the mother Wu who spoke about the plug on the bay, and she didn't deal with Zhao Chen's family on weekdays.

"That's it, this heart is too dark, two days ago, I was going to sell the two younger brothers of the Poria family, but I didn't sell it, and now I have come to cut other people's rice, this is not to let their sisters and brothers live."

"I'll cut my own rice, it's your business." Listening to the words of others, Chen retorted confidently.

"Yo, what about your own family, who doesn't know that your Zhao family has broken up? This is the land of Zhao Laosan's family. Why are you so thick-skinned? Why don't you see you when you plant? "Aunt Wang really can't stand it anymore, and she is also helping.

"That's it, a poisonous woman, I said why can't I give birth to a son, I think it's a lack of virtue and doing too much." A young woman holding a child on the side smiled mockingly, it was the daughter-in-law of the bolt.

"You...... If you talk nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart. Listening to the words of the bolted daughter-in-law, Chen's eyes turned red suddenly, and he stared at the bolted daughter-in-law and the little boy in her arms.

The topic of not being able to give birth to a son is a thorn in Chen's heart. She has been married to Zhao Lao for more than 20 years, and her daughter has given birth to three or four, but her son has not given birth to one.

Therefore, she was not less disliked by the Zhao family. Mr. Zhao has three sons, the big house has two sons, and the third room is that Mr. Zhao's family has three sons, but there are only four daughters in the second room, and there is no son. Therefore, the Chen family has suffered a lot in the Zhao family over the years.

"What are you, don't forget if you can't give birth to a son, don't mess with your daughter anymore." The younger brother and daughter-in-law on the side saw that her mother-in-law and sister-in-law were all on board, and she also showed up to deal with her mother-in-law's enemies together, otherwise she would have to throw her face again when she went back.

"That's right, Osmanthus is a good boy, and you took him to do these things of stealing chickens and touching dogs, how can he find his mother-in-law in the future?" Some people continued to accuse Chan.

"Whether my daughter is looking for her in-laws or not, what does it matter to you?" Chen glanced fiercely at the person who spoke.

In Chen's eyes, the girl is a loser, so she doesn't care.

Along the way, the villagers pointed at Chen's mother and daughter, and Zhao Fuling listened to them.