The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

When Mo Rao arrived in town, he went straight to the blacksmith's shop. The blacksmith saw the person coming and recognized who he was.

The blacksmith, without a word, took out the finished sickle. "Girl, this is made to your measurements. Do you like it?"

Mo Rao took it in his hand and looked at it. The blade was very sharp.

Thank you, Master. Here's the remaining money, take a look. Mo Rao handed over four hundred coins and placed another order. This time, Mo Rao didn't rush the order and would pick it up in two days.

Master, this is a deposit of one hundred wen. Pay the rest after you take the goods. Master, just make it the same as this time.

“Okay, girl, don’t worry, I guarantee it will be exactly the same,” the blacksmith said solemnly.

After paying the money, Mo Rao hurried back in the ox cart.

When I got home, everyone in the family had already gone to the fields.

Mo Rao installed the handle and frame, just waiting to test it in the field.

Then Mo Rao arrived at the village entrance and hired Mr. Mo's ox cart. He headed straight for Zhangjia Village.

The people of Mojia Village only knew that during this period, the Mo family frequently visited Zhangjia Village. However, they did not know that the Mo family had purchased land in Zhangjia Village.

The most depressed were Grandpa Mo's family. They stayed in the village because they had to prepare for the autumn harvest. Mo Lao San stayed in the village house for two days before returning home to town.

Mo Yao hadn't returned home since the wedding, not even three days after her return visit. Wang Shi could only weep bitterly, but there was nothing she could do. After all, a daughter who is married off is like spilled water.

When Mo Lao San received the message from Grandpa Mo about the autumn harvest, he sent someone to convey the message: My injury has not healed yet, I can't get out of bed at all, let alone harvest rice.

I have to trouble my second brother's family and they have to bear the burden.

When Mo Lao Er learned that Mo Lao San and his family had not returned home to help with the autumn harvest, he also made an excuse: Dad's restaurant business is too busy, I can't leave at all.

Mo Lao San was ill and couldn't get up.

Mo Laoer is the owner of a restaurant and he doesn't take a holiday.

The family had thirty mu of land, and it was up to Grandpa Mo to work it all. This worried Grandpa Mo deeply. Previously, it was the eldest son's family who did the farming and harvesting.

Now, the autumn harvest has been underway for quite some time, but the eldest son's family hasn't shown up to help. Even the other two sons are nowhere to be seen.

Old Master Mo could only take his wife and daughter to work in the fields. After a while, Mrs. Mo and Mo Xiaoqiao started complaining.

Dad, I can't do this job. It's too tiring. Look, my hands are blistered.

My skin has become tanned. I am getting married in two months. How can I get married if my skin is tanned?

There's still so much in the field. How long will it take? No, I need to go home.

Yes, sir. With so many people targeting just a few of us, how long will it take us to finish the job?

Why not call the eldest brother and his family back? It's harvest time now, and they don't have any land. They're just sitting around doing nothing anyway.

After we finish our work, we'll give them a bag of food. It won't be in vain.

Old Master Mo thought about it and agreed. In previous years, this land was cultivated by Old Master Mo's family. Now that he was old and frail, he really couldn't manage it.

Immediately, Mr. Mo came out from the field and went to Mr. Mo's house.

Mr. Mo arrived at the door and found that it was locked.

This family is not at home, what are they doing? Old Master Mo muttered suspiciously.

I've been busy with the autumn harvest these days. Has Mr. Mo really not paid attention to what's happening with Boss Mo's family?

Mrs. Lai, who was passing by, saw Mr. Mo standing at the door of Mr. Mo's house.

Then he said sarcastically: "Hey! Isn't this Mr. Mo? What's going on? He's here to look for his eldest son."

That's really unfortunate. They've been going to Zhangjia Village every day lately. I guess they're busy with things at their in-laws' place.

After hearing this, Mr. Mo angrily walked away. This family was truly ungrateful. They had so much land at home, yet instead of coming to help, they went to work on other people's fields.

The family far away in Zhangjia Village was unaware of this little episode.

It was almost noon when Mo Rao arrived at her own field.

The twin Mo family siblings prepared meals at home and brought them directly to the fields.

Zhang Lanlan bought all the food. Old Lady Mo also gave the money for meat and vegetables to the Zhang brothers and sisters.

During this period, even if the Zhang brothers and sisters took out money to buy meat, those jealous people did not dare to bully them openly.

After all, the entire Mo family was here all day. Even if one was blind, they wouldn't dare to go up and cause trouble at this time.

Mo Rao arrived just in time for lunch. After a few quick bites of rice, she took out her own creations to test.

When the family saw what Mo Rao was holding, they were all extremely curious.

It was Father Mo who first asked. "Girl, what's that? How can a sickle be like this? The handle is so long. Not only is it inconvenient to cut rice, but this semicircular frame on the handle is also getting in the way when cutting rice."

Mo Rao said with a grin, "Dad, you don't understand this, do you? This is called innovation. Let me show you." As he spoke, he took up his sickle and began to cut the rice. No need to bend over, just a simple stroke. The sharp blade cut the rice stalks, and the harvested rice was prevented from falling immediately because it was blocked by the frame. He finished cutting a row. The frame was full of rice. He placed it on the ground. Easily, a bundle of rice was harvested.

This thing astonished everyone present. Is it that simple? It looks so effortless. Just a swipe, no need to bend down?

Mo Qingshan couldn't wait to try it out. It was true. With this thing, harvesting a few acres of land a day wouldn't be a problem.

Seeing his eldest son harvesting so easily, Father Mo immediately urged him, "Hurry up and let me try." Under his father's urging, Mo Qingshan reluctantly gave the things to his father.

Father Mo tried it out. It really worked. What was wrong with his daughter's brain? How could she even think of this? It looked so simple, but no one had thought of it before.

Mrs. Mo also took it and tried it. It was really useful.

Afterwards, everyone in the Mo family tried it out.

They all praised it endlessly.

"With this thing, we can harvest faster," Mo's mother said with a sigh. "In previous years, harvesting was a race against time, fearing wind and rain. Now, with this thing, we can bring the grain home early."

Mo Rao said proudly: If time wasn't so tight, your daughter could make a harvester for you.

That way you can completely free your hands.

What is a harvester? Several voices asked simultaneously.

I can't really explain it. I'll wait until I make it. You'll see. That's what a truly good thing is.

Although the Mo family and others didn't understand what a harvester was, they knew it was definitely a good thing.

The movement in the fields of the Mo family also attracted the attention of many people around.

Everyone was curious when they saw the strange thing in Father Mo's hand. Especially because it was harvested so quickly without having to bend down.