Farming and Reclaiming Wasteland, I Pampered Hou Ye In Ancient Times - Chapter 514 Brother Xiang breaks his finger

   Chapter 514 Brother Xiang interrupts his finger

   Jiang Zihao doesn't want to go to dry the rice! That was the work of Master Cheng, General Song and some old, weak, sick and disabled people in wheelchairs.

   People in this castle who are about the same age as him are stepping on the rice machine! If he was baling straw, he must first learn to cut the straw.

   "Then I'd better go harvesting rice." Jiang Zihao couldn't believe that he was no better than nine-year-old Chu Lixiang.

   Dihe gave Dai Yuntao a personal follower. They cooperated for a day yesterday, and now they are very handy.

   Seeing that Jiang Zihao was disliked, they were helpless, because they didn't want to affect the speed, so they pretended not to see that they continued to hit the rice.

  After a day of harvesting yesterday, Jiang Xinyan started to arrange people to plough the fields today, then arrange people to pick up the seedlings, and start planting in the afternoon.

   There are also people who baled straw to pick straw heads, sent them to the pig farm by horse-drawn carts, and then used horse-drawn carts to bring pig manure out and spread the pig manure into the fields.

   These people are the mobile crowd, and they have to participate in the rice cutting before dawn, because the people who step on the threshing machine are all tirelessly fast.

   The five people that their wife had ordered to cut rice and supply a threshing machine in the morning was fine, because before dawn, everyone would cut the excess together.

   In the afternoon, they couldn't keep up with the progress. The threshing machine was already limited and idle, so how could it be done, so they spontaneously went to help before dawn.

  A person who steps on a threshing machine needs both courage and skill. He must hold the handle tightly in his hand. That is not a joke.

  Those who have been beaten by the barrels of the threshing machine are still afraid when they think about it, especially when they sweat during threshing, and they have no time to wipe the sweat.

  When sweat drips into your eyes, you have to beat the handle in your hand. When you throw away the straw, wipe the sweat. After hurriedly wiping off the sweat, take the handle that was handed over and fight again.

  Comparatively speaking, the double robbing in the castle is not so hard. After all, the tools are all new, and the staff are young and strong, and the food is good, so it is not too hard.

   This reminds the rural children headed by Zhou Daniu of their double robbing when they were young. That is really a sin!

  At that time, people were poor, and there would be people who would help others. Adults were busy with farm work and children handed grains, and they also cooked, and older girls cut rice and grain.

   When I eat, I take time to go back to cook and send it to the field to eat with the adults. Girls in good family conditions may not go to the fields, but cooking is a must.

  Some people ask someone to cook if they don’t have the elderly and children, or they simply have a meal before dawn and come back for dinner after dark.

  How can they not only be full of food, but also drink iced watermelon and mung bean soup!

  Some very poor people even have to borrow tools. There are many tools that are not commonly used in farming. For example, large tools such as plows and rakes cannot be prepared by everyone.

  The threshing machine has never been seen before. They picked the rice and picked it home and slowly knocked it down with wooden sticks. There was no threshing machine that threw grain directly in the field.

   So every year, double robbing is the hottest and the most tiring, cutting the grain, holding the baozi, bundling the head, picking the head, stacking the pile, and then slowly threshing the grain by hand.

  There are no cattle for ploughing the fields, not even a plow or a rake. Most of these have to be borrowed. Only a few wealthy families in a village have these.

   Even the grain drying field has to line up, because the grain drying field is shared by the people of a village, and the people with a large population take up a large space, and the drying is relatively quicker.

  If it rains heavily during the double robbery, it will be even more busy. Hey, Zhou Daniu recalls the past, and his sadness is still vivid in his mind.

   He stepped on the rice machine with a few feet, one word, cool, two words, really cool, "Boy Dihe, hurry up, are the thousands of households waiting for you?"

   The soldier who handed the handle of He was suspicious: "Boss, have you cleaned it up? Why is it so fast? I just handed it to you and lost it?"

   "The brat dares to question Lao Tzu? Go check it out and see if there is any millet that has not been taken off, Lao Tzu ate it." Zhou Dani laughed angrily.

   "Who is that, hurry up and hand him the handle, and the two of us will feed it to Zhou Qianhu alone." Xiaobing didn't dare to check.

   "Haha... That is, two people handing the handle to Lao Tzu." Zhou Daniu laughed, because he saw two people beside Zhao Yu handing the handle to him.

  Chu Lixiang whispered: "Brother Zihao, it's not that we can't win the hand with the hand, you see, those two people used to be centurions, and they handed it to one person at the same time."

   "Hey! They moved too fast, but Xu Feng also grew up in the capital!" Jiang Zihao was full of confidence again.

   He won't hurt his hands now that he cuts rice and he thinks he will learn it too. These people are taught by his sister and brother-in-law to step on the rice machine!

   "Brother Xiang, when it's time for lunch, let's go to the rice machine earlier, and we should be slower." Song Mingjiang said quietly.

   Jiang Zihao was very excited when he heard it. It happened that he also wanted to learn to step on the rice machine, but he didn't expect to learn it secretly, which Song Mingjiang said in his heart.

   So as soon as the three of them came together, while everyone was resting, the three of them sneaked into the field after they had eaten their food.

   "Brother Zihao, give me a hand to make rice for me to try." Chu Lixiang was eager to try.

   "What are you going to pass, do you know it? You have to push the roller out for a few turns, and then step on it when the pedals come up." Jiang Zihao had memorized the order before.

   He confidently stepped forward to teach Chu Lixiang and Song Mingjiang, "Hey, who of you will step on the rice machine with me?"

   "I'll come, I'll come, did Brother Zihao push the drum like this a few times?" Chu Lixiang stood in front of the paddle of the rice threshing machine.

   He was just a little taller than the rice threshing machine, and he had a handful of wort in his hand, ready to make a big fight.

   "Oh Huo! How come this drum is turned in the opposite direction? Ah! Help! My handlebar was turned in."

  Chu Lixiang closed his eyes and shouted desperately, but he was reluctant to let go, and even his people were dragged in.

   "Brother Xiang, you're going to die! Hurry up and let go and pick it up in the bucket." Jiang Zihao shouted anxiously.

   "Boom!" Chu Lixiang let go of his grip with lingering fears, and a small handful of hemp fell into the bucket of the rice threshing machine.

   He sprinted to the big wooden barrel behind the rice threshing machine, and really saw a mess of wort there.

   "Let's try again, I didn't see that the drum was turned reversed just now, and only when it is turned normally can I put the handle on it." Chu Lixiang said unconvincingly.

  Jiang Zihao grabbed a handful of rice and was about to fight, but the rice and rice in his hand blocked his vision, so he stepped on the pedal as soon as he stepped on it.

   "Ah~" The shrill scream resounded through the sky, Chu Lixiang's hand was on the rice threshing machine, and he broke a finger.

   Seeing that Chu Lixiang's finger was cut off, Jiang Zihao was so frightened that he threw the handle of He in his hand and cried, "Wow..."

   Chu Lixiang and Song Mingjiang were so young that they were already scared to death, standing next to the rice threshing machine like a wooden stake...

   (end of this chapter)