Chapter 513
The people in the castle are all people who have left home after suffering all kinds of hardships in the world. Most of them have never planted land. Now they look at the golden rice, and they are moved to tears.
This kind of rice is the kind of rice that the common people have planted for many years in order to serve Chinese food, sweating like rain, enduring the severe summer heat.
With food, the incense of the aristocratic families of Dongchen country is passed down from generation to generation, forever.
Today, these rice are planted by them themselves, and this sense of achievement and satisfaction has reached its peak at this time.
Jiang Xinyan felt that the people in their castle were just like the collective era of the modern 1950s, eating a big pot of rice together, farming and harvesting together.
The weather in June is very fierce. In order to survive, in this hot day, there is no cooling drink, and everyone is fighting against the sky against the scorching sun.
It can be said that the people have gone through untold hardships in order to avoid starvation, suffering! But more of a joy of harvest.
The people in their castle were no exception. They were bitter and happy, and all of them were enthusiastic.
It seems that no matter how hard it is, it is worth it. More than half of the people in the castle used to be children of aristocratic families and had never done farm work.
Jiang Xinyan told them: When harvesting, it takes three or five people to cut the rice to "supply" a threshing machine to thresh the grain.
In addition, two people are also assigned to deliver the grains. When working in groups, one person is assigned to dig out the grain from the bucket, and then one person is assigned to transport the grain to the grain drying yard.
About eight to ten people work with a rice threshing machine. When harvesting, choose a sunny day. The millet that is taken off is very wet, and it is transported to the drying yard to be dried in the sun.
Jiang Xinyan divided everyone into several groups, one group of fifteen people, eight people cooperated with a threshing machine, five people cut grass seedlings, and two people baled straw.
She and Chu Lixuan were the chief commanders, mobilizing the chores, and the team leader would tell everyone to cut more than ten acres in the morning before dawn.
The rice is only threw at dawn, because improper operation of the threshing machine will also hurt the hands, so it is not allowed to step on the threshing machine before it is dawn.
Not to let the children get close to the threshing machine, Chu Lizheng only has the share of handing the handle. Although he has been practicing martial arts for almost a year, he is still young, and there are many teenagers older than him in the castle.
Chu Lixiang and Jiang Zihao couldn't even pass the handle of the grain. The teenagers who stepped on the threshing machine disliked them for being too slow, and the pieces of grain that couldn't be dropped were not neat.
So they went to cut rice and grass again. Chu Lixiang still worked a lot. Although it was slower, it wouldn't hurt his hands.
Jiang Zihao was different. He watched it several times and felt that he had already mastered it. He was holding a bag of rice grains in his left hand and a sickle in his right hand.
"Crack." Daohe cut off a few of them, and then the sickle slashed his fingers and was bleeding.
He didn't even dare to cry out in pain, and quickly squeezed the wound with his hands, Chu Lixiang was always paying attention to Jiang Zihao.
"Brother Zihao, it doesn't matter, I'll call the master to help you stop the bleeding."
Jiang Zihao wanted to say no, although he didn't see himself bleeding fifteen years ago, but in the past month or so, he has been frequently scratched and injured.
When Master Jing Hui learned that she had a traumatic injury to her hand, she flew to the field to pick up Jiang Zihao and went back to treat the wound.
Naturally, Jiang Zihao was not allowed to work in the fields all afternoon, and Mrs. Jinghui did not tell Jiang Zihao that she was his grandmother.
The eldest princess may have guessed some, but Jin Niang and the others don't know. After all, the marriage of Mrs. Jinghui in those years was a joke.
She didn't want to say that Jiang Xinyan would not call her grandmother in public, she usually called her master, so Jiang Zihao was always surprised that his sister's master cared too much for him.
The double rush season is the hottest time of the year. Early rice is cut and late rice seedlings are planted.
What a familiar voice! Childhood memories of rural soldiers!
The so-called double grab means that the rice is transplanted in two seasons, the early rice and the late rice. The early rice matures after more than 80 days from the transplanting of the seedlings.
The early rice should be harvested before the end of June, and the late rice should be transplanted, because the beginning of autumn is the beginning of July every year.
If the rice is transplanted after the beginning of autumn, it is often not conducive to the growth of late rice due to the temperature.
Therefore, the two time periods of early rice and late rice are often rushing for cutting and cutting because of the rush for the season, which is the reason for the rush.
The slow action also affects the rush to plant the late rice, because the late rice must be planted before the beginning of autumn, otherwise there will be one less knot, and the yield will be reduced a lot.
Therefore, the children of noble families who have not experienced it do not know that no matter how cold or hot it was at that time, the people had to get up early and work hard in the dark, and then expand the field to dry the grain and pay the public grain to deduct the tax.
After a year, the people's real surplus is still not much, but they still have something to eat.
Like last year's locust plague with no harvest, all the people of Quan Dongchen were only starved, and the mourning people starved to death...
Everyone in the castle knows that all their income comes from their castle. They don't need to pay public food, let alone taxes. Their wife said it's really cool.
Everyone was extraordinarily motivated. Jiang Xinyan said that the sun was shining at noon and asked them to rest for an hour, but they only rested for half an hour.
Everyone said that there is watermelon to relieve the heat, and they are not afraid of the sun. Jiang Xinyan called the Huotoujun to make mung bean soup, transport the mountain spring water deep in the snow-capped mountains, and ice the watermelon and mung bean sand for everyone to relieve the heat.
People who have seen famine know how precious food is. They have enough to eat every day. The watermelon and mung bean paste to relieve the heat are cold.
Everyone was extremely motivated and sweated like rain. They were working very happily. The group and the people in the group also competed with each other to see which group had the most rice.
The next day, Xu Feng grabbed a job of stepping on a threshing machine and stepped on it together with Dai Yuntao, because this group of people was still afraid of Dai Yuntao.
He didn't dare to step on it with him. Xu Feng handed him the Yitian He handle yesterday. He really wanted to step on the threshing machine, so he was not afraid of Dai Yuntao.
The two people who stepped on the threshing machine changed shifts every half an hour. Chu Lixiang and Song Mingjiang cut rice for a day yesterday, and they can continue cutting today without hurting their hands.
Jiang Zihao rested for an afternoon yesterday afternoon, and went to work in the field again this morning. Chu Lizheng taught him how to catch the rice and how to separate it so that he would not hurt his hand.
However, Chu Lixiang encouraged Jiang Zihao, "Brother Zihao, you hurt your hand while cutting rice. Today, brother Xu Feng got the job of stepping on the threshing machine. Go and give it to brother Xu Feng."
Jiang Zihao thought about it, there is a way, Xu Feng is his friend, he should try it, he grabbed a handful of grain and went to the threshing machine.
Xu Feng looked at his friend Jiang Zihao, who was a little bit shorter than him. The handful of grass in his hand was small and messy, and he wanted to give it to him.
If he took it over, he would have to sort it out. Xu Feng was already a little slower than Dai Yuntao, so it would be even slower to cooperate with a novice!
"Zihao, go to dry the grain! Our group still lacks a person to dry the grain. That is a very crucial job."
Jiang Zihao: "..." Friends all despise him, he's really a plastic brother.
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