The little girl from a farm family has a big wish to make a fortune by farming and picking mushrooms

But they should be more optimistic. After all, his family's situation is much better than others.

Taking the baskets, Zhou Mingshu and Zhou Mingqi divided the land in half each and searched for wheat ears in their respective fields.

Old Mrs. Zhou’s decision turned out to be correct. They followed Zhou Mingyuan and Zhou Minghua and were able to pick up a lot of missed wheat ears.

By noon, the full pot of mint tea I brought in the morning was almost empty.

Zhou Mingzhi took the kettle with him and filled it up from home.

Following the instructions of the adults at home, I brought a bucket of cool well water and the lunch prepared in the pot.

Lunch was simple, just the vegetable pancakes and pickles prepared in advance.

When we came back, the donkey cart was empty and could hold all these things.

The things were moved under the shade of the tree, and the children of Old Zhou's family ate first, and then the man holding the sickle could eat after they had finished.

While they were eating, those who had more leisure time in the morning continued to harvest the wheat.

They left no time for each other and worked back and forth like a relay race.

Zhou Mingshu took a wheat ear and rubbed it in his hands. The wheat grains were not as full as those today, and there were not as many grains as he had imagined, but the wheat harvesting environment was much worse than it is today.

It is true that 'every grain of rice is hard-earned'!

Old Mrs. Zhou didn't hold a sickle in the morning, but once she picked up the sickle, she worked hard. Soon, she had left Zhou Mingqin and Zhou Mingzhi far behind.

Older gingers are more spicy!

Zhou Mingshu also took a sickle, but unfortunately she had never done such work before and her posture was not accurate enough.

Even though she worked very hard, her speed and accuracy lagged behind.

Even the palms of her hands were rubbed with two blisters, which could not be avoided even after wrapping them with a cloth.

Zhou Mingqi felt sorry for her when he saw this. "I think you should just pick up wheat ears honestly. If you continue like this, your blisters will burst."

Zhou Mingshu cursed himself for being useless, but he could only follow behind and pick up wheat ears.

Seeing that the children were working hard, Zhou Lao Da and his friends took over their jobs and started loading the trucks to transport the wheat home.

They can also take a break during this time.

Several big men were tall and strong, and could carry more things than Zhou Mingzhi and Zhou Mingjie and other children. After filling the donkey cart, they had to step on it, and then continue to stack things up. When there was no more room, they tied it up with hemp ropes. The donkey cart was loaded so tightly that it could crush a person to death if it fell over.

The yard at home obviously could not hold more wheat, so the three brothers piled the wheat from the truck in the wasteland next door. They had already prepared the land there, so it was spacious and easy to unload the wheat from the truck.

After unloading the truck, they also had the opportunity to take a bath and jumped into the river to cool themselves down.

The little donkey on the shore was fed up with this and kept crying out in anger.

Boss Zhou had no choice but to get up from the river and pull it to the riverside.

The little donkey had a donkey cart on it, which made it inconvenient for it to go into the water, so it had to stand on the shore to drink water to quench its thirst.

It was wearing black clothes, and it was not only exposed to the sun, but it also absorbed the heat. It was exhausted from walking back and forth all morning.

After drinking enough water, it strolls around and eats grass, defecating while eating.

Donkey dung nourishes the grass, and then the donkeys eat the grass, which forms a virtuous closed loop.

Wring out your pants and put them back on; the damp fabric can temporarily block out the heat from the air.

After Zhou Lao Da and his two brothers transported another load of wheat, they took over the baton from the children.

When Zhou Mingshu was picking wheat ears, he found many white and fat silkworms in the field. These are underground pests that can harm vegetables and crops.

With so many silkworms in the field, it will definitely affect the harvest.

We need to find a way to cure this problem.

But with so many silkworms, the chickens at home should like to eat them.

"Zhou Mingyuan, come and take a look."

Hearing his sister's call, Zhou Mingyuan came over with a small basket.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Look, there are so many bugs in the field. Do our chickens like to eat them?"

"I like them, of course I like them. What chicken doesn't like to eat bugs? I'll ask my brother to bring me a bamboo tube so I can catch some and feed them to them."

Catching bugs is much more interesting than picking wheat ears.

"Okay, you can pick them up when you find them, but we should focus on picking up wheat ears."

Seeing that Zhou Mingyuan's basket was a little heavy, Zhou Mingshu poured the wheat ears in his basket into his own basket to reduce some of the weight.

After Feng had rolled up enough straw ropes for today's use, she began to help tie up the wheat pile.

When the sun set in the west, Old Mrs. Zhou sent her eldest and youngest daughters-in-law back home with their two children, and then she prepared dinner for everyone.

Everyone is tired after a day's work, so naturally they want to eat a ready-made hot meal when they get home.

No matter how much wheat is harvested today, all of it must be transported back home.

Everybody could just about keep up with the pace, but as it was getting late, the man holding the sickle in front stopped cutting the crops and turned back to help load the truck.

After everything was packed, Old Mrs. Zhou took them to pick wheat ears for a while before going back.

The first day of wheat harvesting finally ended, and Zhou Mingshu harvested two large wheat bulbs.

After soaking in well water, the two pink blisters in the palms became more obvious.

Zhu brought over an embroidery needle and planned to choose one for her.

But Zhou Mingshu was a little scared and insisted on waiting until before going to bed to choose, as she was afraid that it would be inconvenient for her to eat and take a bath later.

Zhu thought her daughter's words made sense, so she pinned the embroidery needle on her pillow and told her to remember to choose one.

Dinner was also simple, the noodle soup was warm and not too hot.

The dishes on the table were mostly cold dishes, with a plate of scrambled eggs with green beans and a plate of stir-fried mushrooms. Everyone made do with what they had.

After taking a bath, Zhou Lao Da and Zhou Lao Er each took down a door panel from the woodshed and carried it out.

Why take down the door?

Zhou Mingshu looked at his uncle and father's actions and thought they were a little strange.

Seeing her granddaughter's confusion, Old Lady Zhou held a basin of water to answer her, "Your uncle and your father have to sleep outside at night to guard our wheat and prevent thieves."

So that's how it is. For farmers, these crops are their lifeblood.

Without these grains, they would not be able to pay grain taxes, nor could they feed the elderly and children at home, so they should pay more attention to them.

After taking a shower and washing his clothes, Zhou Mingshu finished his things and went back to the room to rest.

After popping the blisters on her hands, she applied some anti-inflammatory medicine, which was left over from the previous forehead injury.

There should be a layer of scab tomorrow morning, so at least it won't be inconvenient when I touch water or do work.

Old Mrs. Zhou was still busy, fetching water, feeding the chickens and the donkeys, she was never idle.

Zhou Mingshu stood up again, "Grandma, is there anything else you need to do? I'll help you."

"No, no, you go and have a rest, I've finished everything." Old Mrs. Zhou waved her hands and said there was nothing to do.