The rice in the fields is starting to turn yellow.
This year is the first time that the villagers of Liujia Village have followed Qin Yao in planting using intensive farming methods. Seeing that it is time to harvest, their hearts are lifted.
Coupled with the previous grain shortage, not only the farmers are very concerned about the autumn harvest, but officials in Kaiyang County are also paying close attention to the situation of this year's autumn harvest.
Old man Liu now goes out three times a day, looking at the rice ears and rice straws, and finally runs back to see if the water in the fields has been released.
When you feel the bulges in the rice ears, you will feel at ease when you go to sleep, and you will smile all day long.
When I had free time, I would go to the field of Lao San's family to help take a look. After passing the melon field, I saw a few children from the village sneaking down the field ridge with something in their arms. I realized that I had encountered a melon thief and chased after him with great strides. .
“What are you guys holding in your arms?”
"Hey!" Old Man Liu choked. Before he could say anything more, Liu Xiaoniu followed his brother's words and said, "You are no longer a family, and we don't have any melons either. Please don't accuse us unjustly."
This made Old Man Liu feel distressed, "Damn you little brat, you are committing evil!"
The four or five and a half young men didn't expect to be caught red-handed. They hurriedly hid their things in the grass, shook their hands behind their backs and said, “It's nothing!”
Business is surprisingly good, and Old Man Liu feels full of accomplishment. No wonder Qin Yao loves doing business so much. It turns out that the feeling of buying and selling is so wonderful.
When Liu Ji heard what they said, he finally let go of his vigilance. He smiled and said as he walked, "I often go to the county academy, but since you stay in our village, you must have heard of my name."
The boys were sheltered by bushes and under the ridge of the field. Qin Yao didn't see them and just felt strange.
Now that there are so many more, I might as well cut them into slices and sell them. The price is low and the children in the village can afford them, so they don't have to steal them.
Old man Liu stood on the ridge of the field, pointed at these boys condescendingly, and shouted angrily: "Still quibbling? Give me back the melons hidden in the grass!"
Especially the workers in the factory, who know that melons are sold in the village well, so they come over to buy a piece after work.
She did overestimate her appetite before eating enough watermelon.
Qin Yao asked Old Man Liu if he was not busy. Old Man Liu nodded. The autumn harvest had not started yet, and there was no need to worry about the beans and peanuts grown in the fields. He was indeed a little busy.
Unexpectedly, when Liu Daniu and others heard her voice, their faces changed with fright. They stopped asking for melons, and ran towards the foot of the mountain without saying anything to Old Man Liu.
The three lost ones had their melons and vines pulled terribly, and it looked like they had been torn off by force.
Only then did Qin Yao see someone else in the grass. She had already guessed it, so she smiled helplessly and walked towards the other side of the river.
“We are all children, how can we not be greedy.” Qin Yao knew what Old Man Liu was thinking and said with a warm smile. Old man Liu was not as open-minded as she was. He just felt distressed that it was a waste. He looked at the melon in his hand and said helplessly:
“It could have been kept for a few more days, but now that it has been picked off, the little ones are happy.”
And the traces are very obvious. She picked them by herself and cut them with a knife, and the vine mouth was neat.
The two women who were standing still finally came to their senses and explained excitedly: "We are refugees from Huangque Town. Thanks to you, the people of Liujia Village, we took them in. Now we are helping your village build roads to earn a living."
Qin Yao said yes, and Old Man Liu became happy again and had something to do.
This cold melon is something I don't feel when I've never tasted it, but once I've tasted it, I can't stop eating it. I only feel comfortable after eating it every day.
Qin Yao shook her head, "Forget it, I'll ask Awang to come over and keep an eye on it next time."
Comparing the three golden flowers, gold treasures and big hair at home, relying on his third aunt, he can eat whatever he wants and even eat until he gets upset. Old man Liu feels that it is too arrogant.
Old man Liu thinks this is a good idea, "Then I will help you sell it, and the money earned will be sent to your home by Jinbao."
Qin Yao nodded to the melon field, "You can choose two melons and take them to the village well, cut them into slices and sell them. Any five or ten melons will do."
The man was dressed like a scholar. He looked elegant in a long gown. He had a baggage on his shoulder and walked quickly, as if he couldn't wait to go home.
Seeing that Qin Yao was still laughing, Old Man Liu urged her to quickly count the melons in the field to see if there were any less.
Factory workers have money in their hands, and they don't think it's expensive even if they spend five cents. Many of them even buy half and half of it home, intending to give it to their families to try.
He immediately picked out a melon that didn't look very good, and took it home with the one he had just picked up. He asked Mrs. Zhang to set up a stall and became a melon seller.
Liu Ji wondered why there was still a mute, but he still nodded and said, "Yes, I am from Liujia Village. You don't look like people from our village."
“It's not from your family!” Liu Daniu shouted in dissatisfaction.
It was almost dusk, and the road construction team was chatting and laughing as they returned from work, when they saw a strange young man appear behind them.
If you really sue me, it will appear that they are too stingy for being so fussy.
The two women in the team felt their eyes suddenly light up. They opened their mouths slightly in surprise and stood there blankly - this man is so handsome!
"Are you?" Liu Ji looked at the Huangque Town refugees who seemed to be on the same road with him suspiciously, and pointed forward, "Going to Liujia Village?"
The man noticed these glances, raised his head, his eyes full of doubts, and whispered in a low voice: I went the wrong way?
If you have money, come and buy it.
Qin Yao was reminded of this and then remembered to count. At this point, she was really missing three melons.
"This... Young Master." The woman was embarrassed. She finally came up with a title that matched the handsome man in front of her. She asked curiously: "Which family in Liujia Village are you from? We haven't seen you before. Are you always outside?"
The mute nodded, pointed at him, and asked if he was from Liujia Village.
Some people in the village also came to buy them, 200 coins each, and I chose them by myself, but it was only for one meal, and I would never be willing to spend another 200 coins.
Old man Liu had already found the melons stolen by the children from the grass, held them in his hands and said angrily: "These stinky boys, I saw them with my own eyes carrying melons, and they still dare to quibble, let me go back and sue them." Mom, give them a good meal and a long memory!"
Sliced melons are sold for five cents a piece, which not only makes children greedy, but also adults.
Old man Liu was so angry that he just said this. When Qin Yao said forget it, he sighed, "It's still a waste of money."
When Qin Yao returned home from the factory, she looked up and saw Old Man Liu on the other side of the river. Seeing him standing at the edge of his field, he called out in confusion: "Dad, are you here to pick melons?"
Everybody looked at the mute expectantly, waiting for him to reveal his name.
Liu Ji smiled confidently, raised his chin and said, "I am Liu Ji. I am a member of the family. My wife's name is Qin Yao."
After speaking, wait to see their jaws dropped. (End of chapter)
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