After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

Ye Zongchun's death did not cause much stir in Yejia Village, but just became a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

"Good thing he died! Such a shameless fellow deserved death." A young man said to his companions, "If I were Ye Zongchun, I would have jumped into the river and committed suicide long ago. How could I have the nerve to go home?"

Another person said, "That's right. How dare he still be alive after having been in a brothel? He's really brought shame upon his family."

"Bah, luckily he's dead, otherwise I'd have to spit at his door." The boy added, "How shameless!"

Ye Xunqing didn't know these two people, but since he passed by and heard them, he couldn't pretend not to hear them.

"Are you talking about Ye Zongchun?" Ye Xunqing leaned over and asked.

The boy said indignantly, "Yes! That bastard Ye Zongchun has brought shame to the people of Yejia Village. It would be fine if he sold it out, but why did he bring it back?"

"Did you see him sell it?" Ye Xunqing asked with a smile, "Jin Mazi said he worked in a brothel before, did he really work there?"

The boy was stunned, then argued, "Of course it is. Otherwise, why would Jin Mazi not even want the child? I tell you, when he came back, I felt something was wrong. Who would believe that a boy could go out and come back intact?"

Ye Xunqing felt that this man was really unreasonable. "He must be missing limbs, right?"

The guy was unhappy, "Ye Xunqing, what do you mean? Oh, I understand, you and Ye Zongchun are the same kind of people, both shameless bitches..."

"Pa——" The loud slap startled the guy next to him.

"Hey, why are you hitting people?" The guy next to him wanted to stop him.

Ye Xunqing said in a gloomy voice, "Who... is... saying... bad... things... about me..."

The two gossiping brothers were so frightened that their faces turned pale, "Ye Xunqing, don't play tricks..."

"I'm not Ye Xunqing..." Ye Xunqing rolled his eyes, "I'm Ye Zongchun... I'm here to seek revenge on you..."

"Ah!" The two brothers were so frightened that they almost lost half their souls. "There's a ghost! There's a ghost! Ye Zongchun's ghost is back!"

After they ran away, Ye Xunqing did not chase them, but went home with the basket.

Feng Jingheng was sharpening his knife in the yard because the rice in the field was almost ripe. Only by sharpening the knife could he harvest the rice faster.

"How boring." Ye Xunqing put down the basket and squatted beside Feng Jingheng to watch him sharpen his knife. He also mentioned what had just happened. "There have been too many rumors about Ye Zongchun in recent days. He's dead now, so can't these gossipers just leave him alone?"

"People are like that," Feng Jingheng said. "With nothing to do and nothing to say, they have to make up bad things about others to feel happy. Let them talk all they want. After a few days, when they get busy, no one will say anything anymore."

"What did you get back?" Feng Jingheng glanced into the basket. "Green soybeans? Where did you get them?"

"I got it from my aunt's house." Ye Xunqing said, "It's delicious when cooked with green soybeans and eggs."

"It would be great if we could get some soybean seeds so we can grow them ourselves and you'll have more soybeans than you can eat." Feng Jingheng thought for a moment, "When the soybeans are ripe, we'll go buy some from my aunt."

"Don't we have soybeans at home?" Ye Xunqing indeed didn't see any soybeans.

"There used to be some, but they stopped growing a few years ago and are gone now." Feng Jingheng felt it was a pity because he quite liked eating fried beans.

"Okay." Ye Xunqing said, "When the soybeans are ripe, I'll go ask my aunt for some."

He didn't know anything about farming, but he could still get bean seeds.

"Ye Zongkuan... my uncle's soybean seeds were bought from other places. The seeds are good and the beans are big." Feng Jingheng had only seen bean pods on the roadside, and they were indeed bigger than ordinary soybeans.

"Yeah." Ye Xunqing agreed, "I'll go when the beans are ripe."

The weather has become much cooler in the morning and evening, but it is still very hot at noon. This kind of weather is most suitable for drying rice.

In ancient times, there were no reapers, so rice harvesting relied entirely on manual labor. Farmers would typically cut the rice stalks at the roots, removing the grains and using the straw for kindling.

Opening the window facing the rice field, we drank wine and talked about mulberry and hemp. The field is where the rice is dried.

Feng Jingheng carried the harvested rice back on his back, and Mo Yuyan and Ye Xunbai followed Liu Xiaojing and the others' example to thresh the rice ears.

Mo Yuyan had obviously never done such hard work before. It took him most of the day to thresh the rice cleanly. Ye Xunbai was even faster than him.

Ye Xunbai felt sorry for this non-blood-related brother and told him to go and have a rest. However, Mo Yuyan was too shy to rest and continued to shake the rice ears.

By the evening, the two little ones were exhausted.

After a day of harvesting rice, Ye Xunqing's arms weren't sore, but his hands were a little sore from being rubbed by the sickle handle. Fortunately, he had calluses on his hands, otherwise they would have been rubbed to the point of bleeding.

After washing his hands, Ye Xunqing rubbed his hands with the cream prepared by Mo Yuyan and Third Grandma. This would make his hands feel more comfortable and the calluses thinner.

"Are they asleep?" Feng Jingheng asked him.

"Yeah." Ye Xunqing said with emotion: "Xiao Yan has never done heavy work. He threshed rice all day today and his hands can't even be lifted."

Feng Jingheng also noticed this, "This child is destined to write, not work."

Ye Xunqing thought for a moment and said, "Let him and Xiaobai go out to work tomorrow. Don't let them thresh the rice. We'll do the rest ourselves."

Feng Jingheng wanted Ye Xunqing to take a break as well. It was only one acre of land, and he could finish harvesting it and carry it back tomorrow.

In fact, it was not that harvesting rice took time, but that his field was far from the threshing ground, and going back and forth wasted a lot of time.

"After a while, let's go to the town and buy a donkey." Feng Jingheng and Ye Xunqing discussed.

Ye Xunqing's first reaction was that he wouldn't have to walk to the market anymore. "Great, great! This way I can ride a donkey cart when I go to the market."

Feng Jingheng paused, "I want to... I want to buy some and bring it back..."

"I'll buy it tomorrow." Ye Xunqing didn't hear what Feng Jingheng said clearly, "Huh? What did you say just now?"

"Nothing." Feng Jingheng said: "It may be difficult to buy it tomorrow. Recently, when the donkey is in use, there may not be anyone to sell it to."

"Okay." Ye Xunqing was a little disappointed. "It would be great if we could buy it back tomorrow. That way you wouldn't have to carry the rice back."

Feng Jingheng felt very uncomfortable after hearing what Ye Xunqing said. Ah Qing wanted to buy a donkey to make himself feel better, but he wanted to buy a donkey just to transport goods and didn't think about him at all.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Ye Xunqing tilted his head and looked at him. "Go to sleep. You have to go to the fields to carry rice tomorrow morning."

"You should sleep a little longer tomorrow. I can go alone." Feng Jingheng asked him to rest at home.

"That won't do." Ye Xunqing said with a smile, "It would be so lonely for Ah Heng to work in the fields alone! I want to go with Ah Heng!"

Feng Jingheng looked at Ye Xunqing and suddenly felt like crying.