The village head had usually written IOUs for villagers, but this was the first time he had written one for the village. Just writing these three lines took him several sheets of paper. He revised it again and again, but he didn't expect that there would still be a problem.

But you won’t be wrong to listen to Jingwen’s mother.

"Wait a minute, I'll change it."

The threshing ground of Xiahe Village is located on a high ground in the east, surrounded by a fence. There are no houses living around it.

Lin stamped her handprint on the deed and rushed over. Yu was leading four maids sweeping the threshing ground.

The threshing ground was a large expanse of hard mud. From a distance, a cloud of dust could be seen. In the distance, I could vaguely see five people with pieces of fine cotton cloth tied around the lower halves of their faces.

You don't have to think about it to know that it must have been Zhao Zhao's idea.

Yu rubbed the cotton cloth on her face and saw Lin rushing to explain: "This cloth is quite good. I just happen to be short of two pieces of cloth for the uppers of shoes. Consider these three pieces of cloth as my purchase from you. I'll give you the money later."

Fine cotton cloth is precious, but Lixia cut the fine cloth without saying a word, saying something like asking them to cover their mouths and noses.

Although she didn't understand why the girl did that, she knew the child was kind-hearted after all, and as her aunt, she couldn't bear to see the child being scolded.

Lin smiled and said, "It's just three pieces of cloth. I'm very grateful that my sister-in-law can come and help me."

"We're all married into the Cui family, so we're family. It's only natural for us to help each other." Yu waved her hand, "But this cloth..."

"That's what I mean. The muddy ground is dusty and if you don't tie it with fine cotton cloth, your throat will be choked and uncomfortable when you turn around." Lin stopped him calmly.

"Now that you mention it, I remember it. No wonder I cough for many days every year when I dry the grain."

I used to think it was because I was weak, but it turns out there is another reason.

Lin smiled and said, "This year, try tying a piece of cloth under your nose. It will be much stronger."

"Okay." Yu sniffed, "It seems to be working."

A few people chatted and laughed as they swept the threshing ground. The first truckload of ceramic bowls and basins was also delivered.

The person who was pressing the car was Cui Chengliang.

It was a hot afternoon. Cui Chengliang had a sweat towel hanging around his neck and was wearing a short jacket. As he walked, sweat dripped down his neck and onto the ground.

Yu nudged Lin gently and said, "Third brother is here."

Lin looked back and her eyes met Cui Chengliang's, so she quickly turned her head away.

This scene is offensive if you look at it for even a second.

Cui Chengliang scratched his head and didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Where to unload?"

Cui Chengliang stood opposite Lin, feeling a surge of heat.

Lin pursed her lips uncomfortably and said, "Put it in the warehouse."

Cui Chengliang nodded and started unloading the truck quickly.

Yu called a few children to help carry the goods to the warehouse.

Cui Chengliang was used to doing farm work. He clasped his arms together and lifted up a pile of ceramic basins steadily. In order to prevent the basins from tilting, he rested his chin on the edge of the basin and walked quickly towards the warehouse.

A drop of sweat ran down his forehead, stinging his eyes and making him squint.

Lin raised her hand and then put it down.

When Cui Chengliang came back, he casually asked, "Where are Erlang and Jingwen?"

After moving all these, Cui Chengliang probably still has to go to the fields to work, which is too much for even an iron man.

Cui Chengliang lifted his sweat towel and wiped the sweat off his face. "Silang has borrowed another ox cart. They are loading it at home. I will work quickly and not delay anything."

After saying this, he kept working and picked up another pile of basins.

Looking at his slightly bent back, Lin felt a little sorry.

Just as Cui Chengliang said, as soon as one cart was unloaded, Silang and several children came with another cart.

Uncle Mazi drove the ox cart back to load another one.

With more manpower, work can be done much faster.

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