Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 242 Borrowing a Donkey Cart

Whoever you lend to first will offend the other.

"Wen He is right." Wang Erfeng came behind them and said, "One family pulls one trip and lends it to another family immediately after pulling. I am also here to borrow a donkey cart, waiting to pull rice."

"Okay then, I'll go first." Qin Hehua walked forward, took the donkey's rope, and pulled the donkey to the east.

Ji Wenhe was just about to say let He Yuxiang go first, but she stopped him because she was the one who spoke first.

After the people walked away, He Yuxiang rolled her eyes and said, "Let her go first. She has so much land and she hasn't brought back the rice yet since this morning. She's just waiting for your donkey cart to come back."

Ji Wenhe pulled her sleeve and said, "Okay, Aunt He, don't be angry. Go quickly. Wait until her family is done with the poop, and then your family can use it."

She grabbed her hand and patted the back of her hand: "Thank you, Auntie."

"Why bother saying thank you? Just get on with your work."

After she left, he looked at Wang Erfeng, who was folding her arms beside him, and said, "Aunt Wang, go pull the donkey cart when they are done."

"It doesn't matter if I use it or not. I brought back a lot of rice today."

"Will Aunt Wang be able to finish collecting the crops tomorrow?"

"If we can't finish the harvest tomorrow, it will take three or four days. Let's go and get back to the fields."

"Hey." Ji Wenhe responded.

Turning around, she saw the two Shen Yuanshan brothers threshing rice, so she went home and carried the basket to the fields.

There are some small stones in the field, and you need to pick them up.

Shen Rongshan was driving his donkey to plow the field. He came to her and stopped: "Wen He, the water in the pottery jar is gone. Is there any hot water at home?"

He is very thirsty now and his throat is dry.

"Yes." Ji Wenhe stood up quickly, "Wait for me, I'll go home and get a can."

I boiled a pot of soup at noon, and now it has become cold boiled water.

When it was almost dark, Shen Wenshan went back to cook, and after dinner he went back down the mountain to work.

After the field was plowed, Shen Rongshan took a shovel and dug a ditch in the middle of the field.

Wheat grows in a dry valley and is afraid of water. The purpose of shoveling out the gullies is to allow water to flow into the gullies when it rains, so as to avoid water accumulation and drain the moisture from the fields in time.

It was already dark, and I couldn't make out people's faces from seven or eight meters away.

Ji Wenhe poured the pebbles in the basket at the foot of the mountain, patted his lower back, and turned to look at the villagers who were still harvesting rice in the fields.

With weak steps, he walked slowly from the ravine to behind Shen Rongshan: "Brother Shen, it's getting dark. Go back and take a shower and sleep. Come back tomorrow morning."

This day has been extremely tiring. Apart from eating, we haven't had even an hour to rest since this morning. Everyone has been busy as hell.

"You go back first. I'll finish shoveling the ditch and come back tomorrow morning to plant wheat."

"Okay, then you should go back early too, don't be busy too late."

She couldn't go on any longer and had to go back and rest. Her waist was sore, her legs were weak, her neck hurt, and her arms were also very sore.

Arriving at the shed, the two brothers stood together to thresh the rice. Ji Wenhe looked at the rice in the bucket that had been dried in the sun and said, "Is it okay to leave the rice in the shed? There will be dew at night. Will it get wet?"

All the things that could be stored in the house were brought out, even the water tank was moved down.

Shen Yuanshan stopped and said, "I'll cover it with straw later. Sister-in-law, go back first. After you finish this, go back too."

There are still several piles left, and I may not be able to finish them tomorrow.

She nodded: "Okay, you should go back and rest early."

I went home to boil some water and washed myself. After taking a shower, I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes and fell asleep immediately.

Here, Shen Rongshan had shoveled the ditch and was carrying a shovel. On the way, he met Shen Liang who was holding rice: "Brother Liang, I will go to your house to help after my rice is threshed."

"Don't worry, just take care of your family." Walking side by side with him, "My father is threshing rice at home."

Now that the father and son have talked it out, there is no rift between them and they are back to the way they were before.

He smiled and continued, "I'm a little tired, but happy. This year's harvest is better than previous years. Although it's not much more, it can still sell for a lot of money."

His family has three acres of land, and he estimates that they can harvest nearly 500 kilograms.

"By the way, how much do you estimate your family can harvest this year?" Shen Liang asked.

"It's a little over 100 kilograms, but it's only seven mu of land. It may be less than 100 kilograms." Shen Rongshan thought. He was very happy to receive 100 kilograms.

Reached a fork in the road.

"Your family still has too little land. Buy a few more next year and I'll go back."

"it is good."

His family does have little land, but it’s not like you can just buy the land. I’m afraid it will have to be in the second half of next year.

The two brothers had not returned home yet. When they saw him coming, they put down the rice in their hands, sat on the ground, and pounded their arms.

"Brother, the land has been prepared. We can plant wheat tomorrow morning, right?" Shen Yuanshan asked.

"Yes, go back, take a shower and go to bed early. You will be busy tomorrow morning."

"Brother, I won't go out to sell goods tomorrow. I'll plant the wheat at home. You see, there's still a lot of rice that hasn't been harvested yet. It's okay if I don't go out for a day."

Shen Rongshan thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you help at home tomorrow."

He poured the pounded rice into a bucket and covered it tightly with straw.

The three of them went to the river to take a bath. They were so tired that they didn't want to talk and fell asleep as soon as they got home.

Here, there are still many people in the fields who have not returned home.

Shen Suya held a pottery jar filled with freshly drawn water and spoke weakly, "Dad, Mom, let's go home. I'm so tired. I can hardly walk."

Lan Qiuhua straightened up, threw the sickle in his hand to the ground, sat down on the edge of the field, and said in a hoarse voice: "Pour me a bowl of water, I'm so thirsty."

Shen Erniu also walked over and turned back to call Shen Anguo who was not far away: "Anguo, come over and rest."

"Dad, Mom, let's go home. It's getting dark. Let's come back tomorrow. I'm so sleepy, tired and tired."

She was glad that the moonlight was not so good tonight, otherwise they would not go home at night and would only go back to sleep when they were too tired to move.

"You go back to sleep first. Your father, your eldest brother and I will be busy for a while. The sooner we finish, the better we will feel at ease. Who knows if it will rain in the next few days."

Shen Suya yawned: "Then I'll go back to sleep."

"Go ahead." Lan Qiuhua handed the empty bowl to Shen Erniu beside him, turned around and looked behind him, saying, "The head of the village is using a donkey cart to transport rice, and I was thinking of borrowing it to use."

"Don't even think about it. Those two families have a lot of land. We can take turns to carry it. By the time you go to borrow it, it will have been borrowed. We can carry it back by ourselves. It won't be too tiring."

"It's easy to say, but I've been cutting rice all day and my back and waist are sore. I still have old back problems. Now I can't even stand up after sitting down."

"It's the same with the headman's family. They borrowed a donkey cart and a wheelbarrow. No, I have to go find Wen He tomorrow and borrow the wheelbarrow to pull the rice, otherwise my waist won't be able to bear it."

"Mom, you and Dad should go home and have a rest. I'll continue cutting for a while and then come back." Shen Anguo stood up with a sickle in his hand.

Lan Qiuhua raised her hand towards him and said, "Don't go. Rest here. Your father said he won't be too tired. Let him go."

Shen Erniu gave her an unpleasant look, picked up his sickle, and got up to cut the wheat.

"Mom, I'm going too. You go home and rest."