Aunt Ding and her four sons were busy at the Lu family for three days.

The Lu family has finally harvested more than half of its dozens of acres of farmland.

On the night of August 14th, Aunt Ding took the ox cart and led her four sons and one daughter-in-law home for the festival.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also the first Mid-Autumn Festival for Lu Sheige when she comes to the Lu family. However, this Mid-Autumn Festival is not as beautiful as she imagined. She just squatted in the kitchen and ate a piece of sugar cake. During lunch, Mrs. Qiu put something in her bowl.

There was an extra piece of meat in the bag.

I was too busy during the autumn harvest to care about any festivals. I made sesame sugar cakes in the morning, cooked white rice porridge, added meat and vegetables for lunch, and cooked multi-grain rice. It was considered a festival for everyone.

This festival seems too simple to Lu Sheige, but it is already a good festival for the seven families in Xiaoxinzhuang.

Being able to eat sesame sugar cookies, eating meat, and having a full meal is something that I would have never dared to think about in previous years.

Aunt Ding returned home late at night and discussed with the old man Ding Dazhuang that the in-laws' ox cart must be returned, and Ding Laosi also had to go to his father-in-law's house to help.

Borrowing other people's oxen and oxcarts cannot be used in vain.

Tomorrow is August 15th, and the couple is in charge of the two butchery counters at home. Xiao Wu also goes to the pier to sell braised meat.

This year, the three married sons each took their wives, each bringing a piece of meat, a bag of sugar, and a few kilograms of flour to their father-in-law's house to celebrate the festival and help out for two days. As for Ding, who is not yet married.

The fourth child, let him keep busy until the autumn harvest is over and then come back.

Ding Dazhuang listened to his wife's nagging talk, his eyes were half closed, and he only struggled to hum at the critical moment to show that he was listening and was not asleep.

Aunt Ding has not chatted with the old man for several days, and she talked a lot tonight.

Speaking of Ding Wu, she remembered Ding Wu's marriage.

Aunt Ding couldn't help but turned over and poked Ding Dazhuang, who had narrowed his eyes, with her hand: "Old man, I can see that this child Xiao Wu probably has no fate with the child Xiaoqing of the Lu family."

"Um."

Old Man Ding hummed and turned over.

"I've been watching at the Ding family these days. Xiao Qingzao is a good player, and the female celebrity is also doing well, but her temper is too good. You want to say whether her temper is good or not, but I think this temper

It's not a good thing to be too good. She's not as good as her sister Xiaoli. Even though this little girl is skinny, she's quick to do things and crisp in words. She's more aggressive than her sister."

"As for me, I don't want to find a hot-tempered wife to show off to me. It's just Xiao Wu. I think I have a temperament similar to yours, and she is a good-natured person. If I marry a good-tempered person like Xiao Qing and live together, what will happen to me?"

Both of you are rotten, how could you meet those relatives of yours and still not be eaten alive?"

"It's better for Xiao Li. This child won't suffer. I'll take a closer look. Although Xiao Li has a more aggressive temper, she is not the kind of unreasonable person. Both the Lu family are responsible people, and they all say that planting flowers depends on you.

Wall, raise a daughter like a mother. I see, this kid Xiaoli never makes any mistakes."

The more I think about Aunt Ding, the more she feels that Xiaoli is a child that pleases her very much.

She wanted to say a few more words to the old man, but she heard the snoring in her ears getting louder and louder.

She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wanted to kick the old man under the bed.

never mind!

Aunt Ding thought very bachelorly, since Xiao Wu was still young anyway, it would take another two or three years to get a wife.

The eldest daughter of the Lu family hasn't said goodbye yet, and little Li can't even get involved.

There’s no rush. We’ll wait until the fourth wife gets married!

The Lu family didn't know that the Ding family didn't care about their eldest daughter, Xiao Qing, but instead cared about their second daughter, Xiao Li.

Even if they knew it, the Lu family didn't have time to think about it now.

The work in the fields was so busy that it was dark and dark. I had to go to the fields before dawn and didn't come up from the fields until the moon was dim.

Take a breather while eating, and take black threshing with you at night.

The Lu family only has one mule, one cart, one big Lulqi and one small Lulqi.

The mule had to be towed during the day, but Lu Quan was reluctant to use it at night for fear of injuring himself.

In Lu Xiaoli's words, my father was closer to the mule than to his own son.

If you can't use mules to thresh the rice grains, you can only use flails to thresh the grains manually.

Lu Xiige tried the flail, and it worked just as well when it was lifted up or dropped. However, she was small and weak, so when she lifted it for the first time, her center of gravity was unstable and she almost fell backwards.

The second time she raised it, it fell smoothly, but she did not control the force to fall. The flail fell by itself. When it landed on the rice ears, it made little movement, let alone knocked the rice grains down.

"Xiaosi, you are weak and can't do this."

Zhang Fugui, the eldest son of Zhang San's family, took the flail and said, "Look at me."

He raised the flail high and dropped it suddenly. The rice ears piled on the ground bounced slightly after being hit. Some rice grains fell off, and a few others were picked up and scattered around.

Brothers Zhang Fugui and Zhang Ronghua were both strong young men of seventeen or eighteen years old. The two brothers stood face to face with a pile of rice ears separated from each other. When you hit me and you hit me, the rice grains that had stubbornly remained on the rice ears fell off one after another.

Lu Sheige led Lu Xiaowu to watch the threshing floor for a while, and then turned to watch Li Sixi and the others perform.

There are a lot of shriveled rice, broken leaves and dust on the rice grains that are taken off, and wind force is needed to separate them from the rice grains.

On the threshing floor of Nuoda, everyone is busy.

The person who threshes the threshing floor stands on the lower right side of the middle, and the person who threshes the threshing floor stands on the lower left side of the center. In this way, the dust from broken leaves and shriveled rice won’t be blown all over other people’s faces.

Upwind of them, the cleaned rice grains were spread evenly on the field. They yawned warmly under the sunshine and turned over every once in a while.

In the air is the fragrance of wind dust and grass clippings.

In my ears, I heard the sounds of people talking, the barking of mules, the sound of flails hitting rice ears, the sound of rice grains being raised and dropped by wooden shovels...

These sounds are intertwined to form a huge and joyful harvest scene.

The Lu family's land was busy until August 20th, when the grain was finally collected and put into the warehouse.

Except for the grain that was required to be paid to the emperor and was piled in the main room, most of the grain from the Lu family and the other six families was dried and stored in the holes they secretly dug.

Lu Xiige had a general understanding that the amount of imperial grain that had to be paid now was fifteen and the tax was one. That is to say, one hundred kilograms of grain had to be paid thirty-three kilograms of royal grain, and the rest was his own.

If the land is rented, the land tax will be higher.

Thinking of the hard work for more than half a year, one acre of land required nearly one hundred kilograms of royal grain, and I could only keep about two hundred.

I always feel that it is not cost-effective to farm this field.

But Lu Quan and the others didn't feel that. On the contrary, because of the land, everyone's spirits were different from before.

They were not supposed to hand over this year's imperial grain, but shopkeeper Li handed it over to them for collection when he left, so naturally the imperial grain was included in it.

Xiao Xinzhuang has already been registered in the town, and is just waiting for the whole family to go to the town tomorrow to hand over the royal rations, even if they have officially taken root in this land.

Speaking of which, we are also people who have paid royal rations, not refugees who do not have property and land taxes.
Chapter completed!