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Three roast ducks. The family had a roast duck for dinner.

Mo Rao planned to take the remaining two to Zhang Village the next day to let Mo Qingshan, his father, and the Zhang brothers and sisters taste them.

The weather is very cold in the morning and evening now. I can leave the roast duck overnight without worrying about it going bad.

In the evening, the brothers and sisters had roast duck and felt no longer tired after a day's work.

Especially after eating roast duck, there are delicious snacks. The siblings are so happy that they can't stop smiling.

The next morning, Mo Rao took an ox cart to Zhangjia Village.

Arriving at the fields, Mo Rao discovered that there were many more people in her field. These people had come to see the harvesting tools in the hands of the Mo family father and son.

Some people helped to harvest the rice in order to get close to the father and son, just to test the skills of the father and son.

The father and son weren't stingy people. They were happy to have someone willing to help harvest the rice. You try it, I try it.

Everyone who tried it was amazed. The Mo family's brains were truly useful. They hadn't thought of such a simple thing in their entire lives.

Many people came to help in the fields. The fifty acres of land were almost harvested.

Some people said bluntly: Brother, can we make this thing you have and use it ourselves?

These people came to help, all wanting to see how it was made. So they could make one for themselves next year. After all, who wouldn't want to get their work done easily? Every time the busy farming season was over, every man in the family was half dead.

Father Mo also knew that this thing looked simple. It was not something that could be concealed just because he wanted to. Besides, his family didn't want to hide it either, so it would be good to relieve everyone's pressure.

So Father Mo said generously: "Of course. In the future, if we farmers have this thing, our work will be easier."

Who says not? With this thing, how much effort will we save? The key is that it speeds up the harvest. Sometimes the weather changes so unexpectedly. With this thing, we can harvest the crops faster.

That's right! This item of yours has been a great help to us farmers.

Those who came to help were those who had finished harvesting rice.

Mo Rao was holding the roast duck, but she was too embarrassed to take it out. It wasn't that she was reluctant to give it away, but with so many people helping out, there wouldn't be enough to share. Her father and her elder brother wouldn't want to eat alone.

Mo Rao placed the roast duck on the oxcart, picked up her sickle, and went to the fields to harvest the rice with everyone else.

By noon, the people who came to help had all gone home. Logically, they should have treated them to a meal. But he didn't bring that much food for so many people.

Mo Rao looked at Zhang Lin working swiftly ahead. Zhang Lanlan's younger brother was quite efficient. Ever since the autumn harvest, the child hadn't slacked off for a single moment. He'd get up before dawn to cut the rice and wouldn't return home until dark.

What an honest child.

After a while, the Zhang family's twin siblings came over. They were small people, carrying large baskets of vegetables.

Sometimes Mo Rao even wondered how such a young child could cook a meal. The saying that children from poor families grow up early was indeed true.

When Father Mo saw the Zhang twins coming over, he stopped Zhang Qingshan and Zhang Lin.

The brother and sister brought food with them. The staple food was white rice, and the side dish was cabbage stewed with meat. It looked pretty good.

After delivering the meal, the brother and sister planned to go back. Mo Rao took out the roast duck and put it in the empty vegetable basket. She also put a box of cakes in it.

"Take it home and eat it. But make sure no one sees it. If someone gets their eyes on it, you won't be able to eat it," Mo Rao whispered.

The brother and sister looked at the basket in their hands, then looked at Mo Rao, and finally looked at their eldest brother a little awkwardly.

Mo Rao said with a smile: "I'm giving this to you. What are you doing, big brother? Take it back and eat it. I bought this in the capital yesterday. It's soft, sticky, sweet and delicious."

The brother and sister almost drooled at what they heard.

Zhang Lin said: "Sister, this is for you, just take it! You must remember it in the future. You know how good your brother-in-law's family is, don't you?"

The brother and sister nodded repeatedly and said, "I understand, brother. Thank you, sister."

You’re welcome. Yes, sister, thank you. If it weren’t for you, sister’s family wouldn’t have enough hot meals to eat.

The brother and sister scratched their heads in embarrassment after hearing what Mo Rao said.

Finally, the brother and sister carefully covered the basket tightly, fearing that the fragrance would escape.

The brother and sister carried their lunch boxes and went home panting.

Only after watching the two little guys leave did Mo Rao pick up her chopsticks to eat. She tasted the meal the siblings had cooked. It tasted pretty good. For a tiny little kid to be able to cook like this, he was truly talented.

Mo Rao believes that only by eating enough can one have the strength to work.

So Mo Rao ate her meals with no fuss. Old Lady Mo had given her enough money. The Zhang siblings were honest and sincere, and the food they cooked was also excellent.

Originally, Mrs. Mo wanted Zhang Lanlan to cook at Zhang's house so that it would be more convenient for the father and son to eat, but Zhang Lanlan said that her younger brother and sister-in-law could cook.

The result is that the Zhang brothers and sisters can indeed cook well.

The people who came to help in the morning came back to help after lunch.

Mo Rao simply took a look at the number of people, told her father, and went to the entrance of Zhangjia Village to wait for the pork seller to come in the afternoon. Every afternoon, there were pork sellers coming to the village to sell pork.

Mo Rao didn't know when the person would arrive, so she could only wait at the village entrance early.

There are quite a few women waiting at the entrance of the village. I guess they are also waiting to buy meat?

Mo Rao also didn't want to deal with those women and old women.

I just stayed away from him and waited for someone to come over before I went over.

After waiting for a while, I heard the sound of hawking in the distance.

Around two o'clock, Mo Rao saw the pork vendor, who was pushing a cart and shouting, "Pork for sale! Pork for sale!"

Soon, many women and servants came over after hearing the noise. During the busy farming season, the family members were doing manual labor. These women and servants were willing to give a pound or two of meat to the men in their families to supplement their diet.