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Su Su brought the child back to the original owner's parents' home. The little guy was held by the original owner's mother and finally drank milk. Su Su sat at a large table with her parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law, talking and laughing while eating breakfast.

Breakfast was corn soup, some pickled vegetables, and a hot vegetable pancake in the middle. Su Su broke off half of it and tasted it. It was not bad, so she handed the remaining half to the original owner's mother.

The original owner's mother took it, and while eating, she held the child in her arms, and from time to time she scooped a spoonful of egg custard to feed the little one. The original owner's mother had already mastered the skill of eating one bowl for herself and feeding the child with the other, so she and the child could eat without interruption.

If the original owner took care of the child alone, she would probably not have enough food to eat. The little one was taken care of by the original owner's mother most of the time. The original owner's sisters-in-law were also good to the original owner. Although they had some small thoughts occasionally, they were harmless. When the original owner's child was young, he often ate and drank at his parents' house, and the sisters-in-law had no complaints. Later, when the child grew up and there were more children in the sisters-in-law's homes, the original owner started to cook for herself.

After dinner, Su Su went to work in the fields with the original owner's father, brothers, and second sister-in-law, as usual. They took farm tools and dry food, pulled a cart, and went to work in the fields. The eldest sister-in-law was about to get pregnant, so she stayed at home with the original owner's mother to clean up the house and take care of the baby.

At this time, the land had been divided, so there was no need to go to work. You could go to your own land whenever you wanted, because it was your own land. If you wanted to have more surplus food, you wouldn't be lazy.

Farmers are hardworking and kind-hearted. Although they live in poverty, they are optimistic and hardworking. The autumn harvest season is the busiest time of the year. They have to work in the fields for more than a month before they can harvest a rich harvest. From these harvests, they pick out the best part to pay the public grain, and the remaining surplus is their food for the year.

Some capable people even reclaimed small pieces of wasteland, unwilling to waste any land. If a family had more weeds in their field, they would be laughed at by the whole village. Some families often quarreled over whether to go beyond the boundary, plant more or less... Farmers love the land deeply. They work hard, pay countless sweat and efforts, and when the weather is good and the harvest is good, they reap rich fruits and hope. When the harvest is bad, their efforts are wasted and they have to endure hunger...

In spring, farmers plant seeds on the land, expecting them to thrive under the nourishment of sunshine and rain. Every day, they come to the fields to check the growth of crops, weed and fertilize, and carefully care for each seedling. Their hearts are full of expectations, as if these seedlings are their children, and they are eager to see them thrive and bear abundant fruits.

In summer, they work hard on the land under the scorching sun, watering the crops, fertilizing and weeding. Their skin is tanned and sweat falls like rain, but they never feel hardship, but feel it is a kind of happiness and joy.

Autumn is the busiest season for farmers, and also their happiest season. In this season, the crops are ripe, and they welcome the joy of harvest. They get up early every day, go to the land, harvest crops, and pick fruits. Their faces are filled with happy smiles, and this is their happiest moment of the year.

In winter, they will plant some winter crops on the land, such as wheat, rapeseed, etc. They will also use this season to rest and maintain the land in preparation for the spring ploughing next year.

This was the sweet potato harvest season, with cartloads of sweet potatoes brought home and stored in the cellar. The rest needed to be sliced ​​with a sweet potato planer, spread out on the open ground, and then dried in the sun before being picked up in sacks and taken home.

Susu looked at the original owner's father and two brothers. They were skilled in digging with the pickaxe at the root of the sweet potato, and the sweet potato was dug out. Susu, like the original owner, worked with her sister-in-law, wearing gloves to shake the sweet potatoes off. If they couldn't shake them off, they would break them with their hands and throw them into small piles. The sweet potato vines had to be pulled together to clear a large area of ​​land.

The original owner continued to shake the sweet potatoes, and her sister-in-law began to cut sweet potato slices. The sweet potato planer she used was fixed to the bench. You can sit there, with a sieve under the sweet potato planer. When the planing is full and scattered on the ground, the original owner can then take a stick and pick up the sweet potato slices that are pressed together. Others would squat there and quickly put out a large piece, but the original owner would use a stick to pick them up slowly. Susu couldn't be too out of line. Seeing the original owner's sister-in-law scattering the sweet potato slices on the ground, she also started to pick them up with a stick like the original owner.