It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the busy farming season.

Taking advantage of the sunny weather in recent days, every household has started the busy harvest season.

The harvested wheat is directly taken to the drying yard, or spread out at home to dry, and then beaten with a flail for threshing.

But the space for drying clothes is limited after all. Each household has only that much space, and there is a lot of wheat in the field, so in order not to waste time.

Some villagers also spread a layer of oilcloth directly on the edge of the field and thresh the wheat manually.

Although we were busy, everyone was full of energy and enjoyed themselves.

During the busy farming season, there are almost no idle people in the farmers' homes.

They were the half-grown children in the village, who either helped to pick up the scattered ears of wheat or gently patted them with their little hands.

In order to catch up with the farming season and prevent rain during harvest, all the members of the Song family except Song Kang, who was in poor health, had to go to the fields.

However, Song Youshan injured his hand this year, and Mrs. Wu didn't dare let her son use too much force on his hand, for fear of causing further injury.

So he arranged for his son to pick the wheat.

The extremely heavy bundles of wheat bent the shoulder pole like a mountain. When Song Zhi stood up, she saw her uncle carrying the heavy wheat, going back and forth between the fields again and again.

Song Zhi could clearly see the sweat sliding down his cheeks and soaking his clothes.

He didn't seem to feel tired at all, and just focused on repeating the actions of picking up, walking, and putting down.

Every time he carried a bundle of wheat, he would breathe slightly, but would quickly straighten his back and plunge into the busy work again.

Song Zhi couldn't help but sigh in her heart. This wouldn't work.

Even if the whole family joins in the harvest, their family has few laborers, so the harvesting speed is obviously slower than that of families with more laborers.

Moreover, manpower is needed to thresh the wheat later. They have three acres of land of their own and ten acres of land rented from the Wang family. It is still very challenging to ensure that these crops are threshed and returned home before the rain.

Song Zhi was thinking about whether to go to the county town to hire some people to help at home tomorrow. When Mrs. Wu raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face, she saw her granddaughter staring blankly at one place.

Seeing that she was busy and sweaty, he wanted her to go back and rest, so he said, "Azhi, the sun is about to set. Take the children back and make some porridge. Your aunt and I will cut this small piece."

Song Zhi had no choice but to suppress her thoughts for the time being. After she and a few children cleaned up the wheat ears on the ground, she led everyone back home.

Because the farming season was busy and the workload was heavy, Song Zhi would bring back a piece of meat when she went to deliver pastries to Wei Yue Fang in the morning.

In short, two of the three meals a day must contain meat.

When Song Zhi returned home, she did not even take a rest. She first kneaded the dough and rolled it out, and then chopped the meat that had been marinated at noon into minced meat.

When Wu and the others returned home exhausted, they smelled the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen as soon as they entered the door.

When Song Zhi was downstairs, she specially called a few children to go to the fields to check on the progress. Now that they came back, the noodles were ready. The timing was just right.

Seeing that everyone had returned, Song Zhi directly put the noodles into a ceramic bowl and brought it to the wooden table in the yard.

The little ones were also very sensible. Some took the bowls and chopsticks, and some brought the stools.

After working hard for most of the day, Wu and the others were really hungry. They simply washed their hands and faces, picked up their bowls and chopsticks, and started to eat noodles.

Green chopped green onions, chewy noodles, and big golden meatballs, each bite soothes the entire stomach, and the fatigue of a hard day seems to be relieved at this moment.

Perhaps they were too tired, or perhaps they were too hungry to talk. For a moment, the only sound on the dinner table was the slurping sound of noodles.

Song Zhi also remained silent until everyone finished eating.

She finally broke the silence and spoke out her thoughts from the afternoon, "Grandma, when I go to the county town tomorrow, I want to hire some people to come to our house to help with the summer harvest!"

"We have so many fields waiting to be harvested. Not only do we have to pick the grain from the fields, but we also have to thresh it. And then there's the work of tilling the soil and sowing the seeds. If it's just us at home, I'm really worried we won't be able to handle it all."

Hearing this, Wu couldn't help but frown slightly.

Having been farming for most of her life, she has never considered hiring anyone to help.

A hint of hesitation appeared on her face, and she slowly said, "With just this little land, why do we need to hire someone? Your uncle and I can definitely handle it if we work harder!"

Song Youshan nodded in agreement, "The total harvest from this field is only about 300 kilograms. If the soil is less fertile, it will only be about 200 kilograms. If we hire people to help, at least half an acre of land will be lost..."

For farmers like them who have worked diligently all their lives and are used to doing everything by themselves, hiring temporary workers seems to be something only wealthy landlords and gentry would do.

And how could ordinary farmers who need to rent other people's land have the financial resources and confidence to hire workers?

Song Zhi had no choice but to present the facts and explain the current situation to convince everyone.

She took a step forward and said earnestly, "Uncle, I see your hands are a little swollen. Please don't take your health lightly."

"We are still young, but we all rely on you. If your hand becomes damaged, wouldn't it be more harm than good?"

Hearing his niece's words, Song Youshan subconsciously wanted to put his arm away and hide it, not wanting to make everyone worry.

However, at this moment, Yang, who was standing by, was quick-witted and grabbed his arm tightly.

Perhaps Yang was too nervous and used too much force, Song Youshan couldn't help but let out a hiss.

Yang was frightened by her husband's scream and quickly let go of his hand, her face full of worry and anger.

She angrily scolded him, "What a jerk you are! What can I say to you? It's already this late, and you're still trying to hide it. Do you have to wait until your arm is broken before you regret it?"

After saying that, she couldn't help but glare at her husband.