After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields Chapter 126

Chapter 126 The Busy Hungry Ghost Festival

It took Qin Yao and his family three and a half days to harvest ten acres of land.

 Not the fastest, but not slow either.

 It's just that Qin Yao's threshing efficiency is not so amazing compared to her efficiency in beheading.

The harvested grains are carried to the house one by one, and the front and back yards are piled high. They are plowed and dried every day when the sun is nice.

After the last load of millet was carried through the door, Liu Ji sat down on the sun-heated gravel floor, "Finally the work is done!"

As soon as he said these words, it seemed that he could no longer exert any strength, and his entire soul was in a state of emptiness.

Qin Yao felt better, strode into the main room, and drank half of the pot of water.

Liu Ji had snacks in one hand and millet in the other. He arrived before anyone else came, shocking He who was in charge of the kitchen so much that his heart skipped a beat.

Qin Yao turned around and put a sickle on his neck, "Do you want to cut it or not?"

“Take a rest for two-quarters of an hour, and then go and call Liu Dafu's family and ask them to take away the food.” After Qin Yao's instructions, she slumped down on the chair and relaxed.

Hearing Qin Yao calling for a cut, Liu Ji suddenly felt his eyes darken, "Madam, I seem to have heat stroke!"

 But the subsequent yields per mu failed to exceed this amount. In June, the fields collapsed, resulting in a lot of losses, and only 4,670 kilograms were harvested.

Qin Yao heard some movement outside the door and walked out. She saw Liu Ji bringing people and beckoning them into the house.

The remaining 2,937 jins, minus one-fifteenth of the grain tax, resulted in 2,741 jins, which is the total harvest of the Qin Yao family this year.

But when the couple looked at each other, they couldn't find any respect for the ancestors, ghosts and gods in each other's eyes.

 Compared with previous years, one acre produced about fifty kilograms more grain. When accumulated, ten acres produced nearly five hundred kilograms more grain.

 Liu Ji took a deep breath and blinked his eyes sincerely twice, "I'll cut it."

“The yard is not big enough to dry so much grain, so I have to ask you to take it back first.” Qin Yao explained politely.

Qin Yao looked at the sky. There would be at least two sunny days in the future, and the food at home could be dried out.

Liu Ji said seriously: "I envy you. There are so many fertile fields and you can harvest so much just by sitting down every year."

Qin Yao pointed him to an area with few vines, then plunged into the grassland, swung the knife with a bang, and with her as the center of the circle, the surrounding grass became visibly shorter, revealing the color of the earth.

 Liu Ji scratched his head and said, "It seems that it was all burned out during the Chinese New Year."

It's too late to go to town to buy something now, the pork shop has closed early!

Qin Yao was about to say, don't celebrate this festival.

Qin Yao should make good use of this strong labor force.

Liu Ji looked at the three of them with a blank expression. It would be extremely innocent to ignore the evil flash in his eyes.

As for the Qin Yao family, they had cleaned up more than 300 square meters of grassland and did not even think about worshiping their ancestors.

The three brothers Liu Gong led the family's horse-drawn carriage and ox cart, and followed Liu Ji to his house to pull grain.

 Throughout the whole day, other families were celebrating the Hungry Ghost Festival, celebrating the harvest, sacrificing the best rice of the year to their ancestors, and inviting them to taste it, and they were full of joy.

Seeing the birds flying down to eat the grain in the yard, Siniang stood up and said "Hey!" and ran over to chase the birds away, "Don't eat my grain!"

If they had this per-acre yield, they would sell most of it and exchange it for money for daily expenses of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

 The three Liu Gong brothers: "."

 “Are there any candles?”

Qin Yao looked up and saw that it was the gate of the Liu family's old residence.

 “Is there any incense in our house?” Qin Yao asked.

　　“Hey? Why don't you speak?”

The matter of drying the millet was left to the four elder men to keep an eye on them. They took the sickles and dragged Liu Ji, who was crying for his father and mother, to the entrance of the village.

 Such a large amount of grain could be sold for about sixteen taels and four cents of silver based on last year's grain prices.

From these ten acres of land, a total of 4,895 jins were harvested, with an average yield of 489 jins per acre.

So, the couple walked home slowly, put down the sickle, washed their hands and faces, took the remaining half pack of snacks and a bowl of newly harvested millet at home, locked the door, and led the four children at home neatly. Together they came to the Liu family's old house.

Qin Yao lowered her head and looked at her hands. The skin exposed outside her clothes was all three shades of black.

Of course, this is barely enough and refers to a meal of white rice.

　　Five hundred catties of grain were harvested from the first acre of land, and everyone was very happy.

 Turning around, I saw Lao San's family of six appearing in the courtyard, holding new grains for ancestor worship, and I secretly thought something was wrong.

Liu Ji hissed, "It seems that I have used it up too. I was copying books all night long."

However, Qin Yao now has to feed four people by herself. The more than 2,700 kilograms are barely enough for her own consumption, and she has no intention of selling them.

Liu Ji rolled his eyes, "Madam, have you forgotten that our meat was already eaten two days ago?"

Along the way, I expressed my envy for Liu Ji's family's output per acre many times. He also said that he would buy grain seeds from them and planned to plant his family's seeds next year.

It's a pity that two-quarters of an hour came in a blink of an eye. He patted his **** and got up and went out, calling Liu Dafu to come and collect the grain.

 Liu Ji suddenly stopped.

 Qin Yao raised her eyebrows, it makes sense!

 The sickle was removed from his neck.

 Liu Dafu's family received 40%, a total of 1,958 jins.

In the evening, the couple returned home from work and saw the desks and incense candles placed in the courtyards of every house, and then they suddenly remembered this.

The barren grassland in the water mill is covered with grass as far as the eye can see.

The four elder men naturally followed suit. They put away the farm tools they had brought back, took off their shoes and socks, and sat in a row under the eaves with bare feet to rest.

Tomorrow is the Hungry Ghost Festival, and it is also Liu Ji's last day off.

Qin Yao thought for a while, "How about I cook two bowls of meat and worship?"

Liu Ji, on the other hand, was not tanned very much. He was leaning against the grain pile and resting in the air. His hair was scattered and his clothes were disheveled. He looked like a libertine.

 “Dad, let's pay homage to our ancestors!”

The three Liu Gong brothers finally recovered from the awkward atmosphere. One of them went to clear up the receipt with her, and the remaining two worked with Liu Ji to bring the grain back.

 Suddenly, his body began to sway, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

 Liu Ji grinned, finding it interesting to see his daughter competing with a bird.

They brought baskets. One cart could pull eight baskets and more than 1,900 kilograms of grain. It could be done in two trips, very quickly. 40% of the grain was missing, and the remaining space in the front and back yards was just enough for sunbathing.

 Three days of sunshine restored her skin, which had been maintained for more than half a year, back to its original shape.

The four Dalang brothers and sisters walked slowly and arrived home a little later. Their faces were as red as Guan Gong due to the harsh sun.

If it were other families in the village, it would be very good if they could drink gruel all year round and not starve to death.

Liu Ji pointed to the incense table inside and said, "We all have the same ancestors anyway. Let's go home and bring some newly harvested millet over and worship together."

Sure enough, the third child said directly to her: "Sister-in-law, please cook more rice. We will eat here tonight. Our family is very lively."

He let out a long sigh, what else could she say when she met this bastard, just go wash the rice with a ladle!

 (End of this chapter)

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