Don't panic in a famine, I live in the mountains with my golden finger

They stayed at home for two days to allow the water in the fields to drain out and the land to dry for harvesting. The four siblings processed the caught fish at home.

The racks and ropes in the yard of my house are hung with dried fish, and the whole yard is filled with the smell of dried fish.

Xu Yuan felt that the smell was a bit too strong, and looking at the open space outside the house, he came up with some ideas.

I called Guozi to help, and they made a tripod and a rack out of bamboo on the spot, and then they took all the fish hanging in the yard outside.

Fortunately, there is only Xuyuan family nearby, so Xuyuan can do whatever he wants here.

All the hanging fish in the yard were put outside the house, and the smell of fish in the yard dissipated instantly.

It was early in the morning, the sun had just risen and the fog in the forest was slowly dissipating.

"Sister, breakfast is ready." Manyu poked his head out of the kitchen and shouted outside the courtyard gate.

Today's task is to start harvesting the rice in the fields. The agricultural tools used in Qingshan Village have accumulated some dust in the utility room. After dusting them off, they can still be used.

Because he had to work in the fields, Xu Zhida prepared more food in the morning so that he could steam and eat it when he came back at noon, saving some time.

The four siblings quickly finished their breakfast, pushed the cart out, put the necessary tools on it, and also put a few sacks on it.

In addition, the rice bed is a must-have artifact for threshing rice in this era. It is the first time for Xuyuan to see such a thing. After all, modern people have long used threshers that can be turned by adding oil, or at least the kind of thresher that can be pedaled. The former is easy and the latter only requires some leg strength, but it is not as tiring as threshing by hand.

It seems that the village chief Gu's family has an old-fashioned foot-operated thresher. I saw it on the road before, and it was very precious. After all, the chain is made of iron, and the price is a bit expensive. Few people can afford this useful machine at home.

The rice bed is simple to make and use. Just lift the rice and beat it hard on the bamboo strips so that the grains will fall off. It is also equipped with several wicker mats woven with bamboo strips, which can be used as mats. They are specifically used for drying rice.

Before, Father Xu would bundle the harvested rice into bundles and carry them home to thresh it, but this was extremely troublesome. Xu Yuan planned to do it directly in the field since the field was dry at this time anyway.

After everything was prepared, everyone filled their large water bags with water, put on a straw hat, and walked towards the field.

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At this time, the fields in the village were very close to each other, and everyone helped to harvest the fields on the east and then the west.

Some people use rice beds to thresh the rice in the fields, while others use threshing barrels with a wicker mat set up around it to prevent the grains from scattering everywhere when beating.

The women and children were bending over in the fields, cutting the rice with sickles and putting them aside. The men were thrashing around, beating the rice hard, afraid of missing any grains, and they were beating it very carefully.

"Oh, I see that the yield of Lao Fan's field is quite good. The grains are really plump." A villager couldn't help but hold the rice ears and look at the grains himself.

"Of course, it's worth my investment. I've put enough fertilizer in the fields and have been watching over them day and night to weed and drive away insects. Isn't it just waiting for a higher yield when the crops are ripe?" Old Fan wiped the sweat from his face and said proudly.

"Well, it's a good thing that we don't have to pay land tax on newly reclaimed land. Otherwise, we wouldn't have enough food to fill our stomachs."

"Why not? Have you forgotten the sweet potatoes that Xuyuan asked us to plant? They are very productive."

"Really? It's a pity that my family didn't get any sweet potato seeds. Why don't you give some to our family to plant?"

When some people around me heard that the yield of sweet potatoes was very high, they all came over to ask for evidence from those who grew sweet potatoes at home.

"I don't think we can plant it this year. We have to wait until next year. I will definitely keep some for future planting. Don't worry, such good food can only be used when everyone plants it."

"Indeed, my family didn't grow sweet potatoes, so we planted soybeans. I'll give you some of the harvest when the time comes. Everyone else is sprouting anyway, so the more soybeans the better."

"By the way, have you ever tasted the chili pepper? It tastes amazing." A middle-aged man was still pounding the rice. When he heard a few villagers chatting here, he squeezed into the crowd.

"Why, is it an eyesore?" A man with darker skin than other villagers joked, looking quite cheerful.

"Oh, it's true. This can be used as a weapon. When our naughty child saw the green fruit growing, he picked one and stuffed it into his mouth. He burst into tears immediately and wiped the tears from his eyes with his hands. At that time, his crying became even louder.

“Hahahaha, I ran straight into the pool and poured water into my mouth. My mouth and eyes were all red and swollen. Hahahaha, I never dared to eat randomly again. This can also teach the kid a lesson.”

The man imitated his own child's actions, instantly amusing everyone present.

"Hahahahahaha."

"This is good."

"We haven't started picking these peppers yet. The red ones are spicier than the green ones. One bite will make you sweat. If you pick one on a cold day, you can save on firewood."

"Ah? Is it that exaggerated?"

The village women who did not get any pepper seeds were very curious, but they did not stop harvesting rice.

"Of course, why would I lie to you?" The woman next to him heard it and answered the question.

"Once the rice in the fields is harvested, it's time to harvest the peppers."

The villagers chatted for a while and soon got down to work.

Village chief Gu's side is much faster than other villagers, after all, they have a foot-operated thresher.

Several children and village women were standing across the rice fields, wiping the sweat that was dripping from their faces with towels hanging around their necks from time to time.

"A Ming, be careful with your hands and take it slow." Xu Qing warned his child. At this moment, Gu Qingming's face was flushed, covered with sweat, and a few strands of hair drooped down on his cheeks.

"I know, mother. I will be careful." Gu Qingming grabbed a rice plant with his left hand and a sickle with his right hand, and cut it with all his strength.

"There is still strength in numbers. We have already cleared half of the field in just this morning."

The space on the foot-operated thresher is limited and can only accommodate two people. At this time, there are only two young men operating it, while the men behind are helping to cut the rice and putting the rice closer to the machine so that it is easier to take.

"Qinghan, Junyong, you two must be tired, let us take over. You take a break."

"Okay, okay, I'll go cut the rice."

Li Junyong was sweating profusely and was very tired from pedaling. It would be best if someone could take his place.

"Qinghan, you should take a break too. Let Dad take over."