Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

The Cui family's autumn harvest spread quickly in Xiahe Village like a signal. The villagers who were originally waiting and watching decided not to wait any longer and started harvesting wheat.

Silang also quickened his work, repairing the remaining bowls and basins. He asked an ox cart to send them to the brick kiln, and led people to clean the threshing ground.

Third Aunt specifically reminded them that this was called seeing things through to the end. The head of the village had given them convenience, so they should also give convenience to the people who would come next to dry the wheat.

By the time Shilang finished everything, it was already noon, and when he returned home, as expected, the house was empty.

"Huh? Why is there no one here? Aren't they having lunch?"

Thick Neck and his men came back at dinner time, leaving the courtyard gate wide open. When they entered, they found the courtyard empty.

Sifu rubbed his hungry stomach and said, "Boss, Aunt Lin won't think we can eat enough and leave us alone, right?"

"Can you think of something better with that dog brain of yours?" Thick Neck really wanted to kick him, but Aunt Lin said that since they took his last name, they would be a family from now on. As the eldest brother, he couldn't always beat and scold them. He could only wait and see, "Call me Big Brother!"

"Oh, brother."

Silang changed into ragged clothes for working in the fields. He knew that these people were the new helpers hired by his third aunt, and he came out of the house with a hint of apology.

"Third Aunt and the others are harvesting wheat in the fields. We have to make do with food these days. I have some copper coins. You can buy something to eat first."

He remembered that his third aunt had said that they would not receive any wages but would be provided with food, so he paid for them to go out for a meal out of his own pocket.

Sifu rubbed his palms. He had never touched a copper coin before.

Thick Neck refused to take the money: "Just give us whatever you want to eat, no need to waste money."

In the past, vendors in the West Market always complained about how hard it was to make money and how bad shit tasted. These days, he had to put on a smile and look at the faces of those people, and now he knew how bad it was.

It’s not easy for Aunt Lin to earn money. It’s just enough to feed a few meals. If Aunt Lin isn’t picky, then they won’t be picky either.

"All right." Shiro put away the copper coins. "Then I'll go to the fields."

"We're going to help too."

Lin didn't drink a drop of water the whole morning. The sun was shining brightly above his head, making him dizzy.

I need to eat something to replenish my energy. I can't bear it anymore.

Lin was just about to discuss lunch with Old Lady Cui when she saw Silang and his companions running over.

"That's perfect. You can hold my and your grandma's hand for a while while we go back to get some food."

Of course Silang had no objection and immediately went to find Old Lady Cui.

Thick Neck was still immersed in the "you guys" that Aunt Lin had just said, and was so happy that he was at a loss.

In Aunt Lin's eyes, they are the same as the Cui family's children.

"Aunt Lin, don't worry, leave this to us!"

He spoke this simple sentence in a magnificent way.

Lin was puzzled. "It's not a lot of work. Just leave two people here to bundle the wheat, and the rest to pick up the wheat ears."

Thinking that none of the thick-necked people had ever farmed, they demonstrated it once before leaving.

Old Mrs. Cui was not so reassured and looked back as she walked.

"Will those young boys not make things worse?"

Lin also glanced back: "With Cheng Liang watching, nothing will go wrong."

It's not a big deal as long as the wheat fields are not burned.

Although these children are not bad at heart, they have never farmed before and don't know how difficult it is for farmers to make a living from the land. This can be considered a practical lesson.

Anyway, she has suffered this pain, so they should also have a taste of it.

Lin's face was extremely itchy and she couldn't help scratching it. Cui Jingwen was also told not to run away and to be sent back to work in the fields.