A small breakfast shop in the street market, supporting the family and making money

Leng Yan listened in surprise and smiled, "The great uncle really knows himself well."

"What do you mean?" Leng Yan was confused for a moment.

"You have a bad habit of asking for favors from everyone you see."

Leng Yan said softly, "Even if it's a beggar on the street asking for food, you still have to say a few nice words.

"You take it for granted, uncle, but it makes it very difficult for me, a junior, to do so."

Leng Yan inherited everything from his biological father. He was also spoiled by his family since he was a child, and developed a selfish, arrogant, overly conceited, and unreasonable personality.

"You little bitch, you are so disrespectful, how dare you call me a beggar?"

When Leng Yan heard this, he angrily swung his arm and was about to hit Leng Yan.

But Leng Yan was no pushover either. She quickly grabbed the wrist that was being slapped. With a little force, Leng Yan grimaced in pain.

"If you are an elder, you have to act like an elder. Otherwise, I am disrespectful and you have no right to teach me."

Leng Yan swung his arm, and Leng Yan fell to the ground with a thump on his butt.

Leng Su was so frightened standing nearby that she quickly pulled Leng Yan over and left.

When Leng Wan'er and Leng Juan'er came with baskets on their backs to deliver food, they saw from afar her father sitting on the ground with his hands on his waist and a grin on his face.

The two were startled and hurried forward to help the man up.

Leng Yan was filled with rage, and when he saw his two daughters, he couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Where have you been slacking off, you two damn girls? Why did you come here so late? Do you want me to die of starvation or thirst?"

After he let out the breath he had just been holding, he started to find fault with everything, saying his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not his eyes.

"What are you still doing here? Why don't you hurry up and pour some water and serve some rice? Do you still want me to serve you?"

The sisters Leng Wan'er and Leng Juan'er were scolded for no reason, but they dared not say a word. It was obvious that they had gotten used to Rubei.

Just because they know that her father is very proud.

Fortunately, this happened outside. If it had been at home, I'm afraid he would have beaten and scolded me.

There is no need for any reason. His father may be angry or for no reason, so the two sisters are bound to suffer.

On the other side, people from the second branch of the Leng family sat in the shade of a tree, eating freshly prepared cold noodles.

The cold cold noodles are refreshing, the cucumber is crisp and fresh, the chili oil is spicy, topped with sour vinegar and a spoonful of mashed garlic. I slurp it down my throat and intuitively suppress the heat in my body.

The coolness goes straight to the heart, making one's pores open slightly, it is really refreshing.

"It's great. This bite of cold noodles is really refreshing."

Leng Xun squatted on the ground, holding the bowl and slurping the cold noodles in the bowl. He simply couldn't stop eating.

"Yes, yes, this cold noodle is amazing, it's so chewy and bouncy, and it tastes so good when you chew it."

Leng Cang narrowed his eyes, looking very enjoyable.

"Yes, this cold noodle is sour, spicy and cool. It tastes really good. It is appetizing and relieves the heat. It is really amazing."

The family ate and praised the food, and when their stomachs were full, they took a short rest under the shade of a tree, avoiding the hottest time of the day at noon, and continued their busy schedule in the afternoon.

After working so hard, they finally finished harvesting the wheat in the field on the morning of the fourth day.

By the afternoon, the sky was already covered with dark clouds, a sign of heavy rain to come.

The Leng family was in the threshing ground at this time, spreading the harvested wheat out to dry evenly.

Seeing this, Old Man Leng stopped turning the wheat over to dry and hurriedly shouted to pile all the wheat ears together, then covered them with a tarpaulin and pressed them down with stones.

Not only the Leng family, but other villagers who noticed something unusual also rushed to the threshing ground, piled up their own rice ears and covered them with tarpaulins.

For a while, the villagers in the threshing ground were busy, helping each other. After putting their own rice in place, they ran to help other families.

Even though there are often minor frictions between neighbors, they are not a big deal at this moment. The only thing farmers care about is food.

No matter it belongs to our own family or someone else's, we can't just sit there and do nothing about it.

Almost immediately after the villagers covered the grain in the threshing ground with tarpaulins, bean-sized raindrops began to roll down.

After finishing the work of drying the grain, the villagers went home in the rain.

It rained intermittently all afternoon. During the cold weather, I ran to the backyard several times to check on the simple greenhouse I had built earlier, for fear that it would collapse under the heavy rain.

The greenhouse is filled with rice seedlings that she is raising. After the fields are plowed and fertilized, and the ditches are cleared and watered, she can go out into the fields and plant the rice seedlings.

After Leng Yanyi proposed this planting method, a rare disagreement arose in the family.

"Yan girl, farming is a big deal, and you can't be careless. The kind of planting you're talking about, no one here has ever done it before, and no one knows if it will work."

Old Man Leng has been farming diligently all his life. The fields can be said to be his life. His entire family depends on these fields for their livelihood.

Even though his family has now made some money from running a shop and doing business, improving their lives, he still dares not forget his original intention.

Because he always firmly believed that no matter whether they were poor or rich, the land would always be the root of this family.

"That's the truth."

Leng Xun, who was standing by, also echoed the sentiment. After thinking for a while, he said, "Why don't we just keep one or two acres and plant rice according to Yan's method. See if it works."

Everyone in the family expressed their own opinions, but Leng Yan shook his head firmly after listening.

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, please believe me.

The rice transplanting method is definitely feasible. In another memory that I have seen, the people there planted rice using this method.

Not only can it increase production, but it can also be used to raise fish and shrimp in the rice fields.”

She talked about the technological agriculture that she had seen in her previous life, and when she saw that her family members' faces had relaxed a little, she gave them one final drastic measure.

"And I dreamt about my grandma again last night. In the dream, she also told me to grow rice in this way."

Sure enough, when the family heard this, their hesitation disappeared.

"Well... okay, since your grandma has told you in your dream, then listen to her."

Old Master Leng believed in his daughter's words, and he was unwilling to go against Old Lady Leng's opinions, whether during his lifetime or after his death.

"Yes, yes, since mom has said so, we will definitely support it."

Leng Xun and Zhang Cuiniang nodded in agreement after listening.

What's more, thinking about the past, they also believed that their daughter had this ability.

Even if things don't work out, they'll still be there to back it up.

In short, they will definitely support whatever their daughter wants to do.

When the children heard this, Leng Yan dreamed of her grandmother again, and they asked some strange questions out of curiosity.

Leng Yan smiled and replied briefly. After getting support from her family, she began to buy rice seeds and raise seedlings without stopping.