Stepmother in charge: Making a fortune through farming and raising her children to fight back

Qinjia Village.

When Yun Zhenzhen saw Old Lady Qin coming over, she quickly stood up and dusted herself off.

"Mom, come here, I have something to show you."

"Is this the big stone you use to grind wheat? Will it crush the wheat grains? Then the gain will be more trouble than gain."

"No, Mom, come and see." Yun Zhenzhen said, pointing to the pile of wheat that had just been harvested. "This is the wheat we harvested in this afternoon. It's equivalent to what a worker would harvest in three or four days."

Old Mrs. Qin walked over, grabbed a handful of wheat grains and looked at them carefully.

"Oh, it's true. The wheat is still full, but if the wheat is not threshed cleanly, it doesn't matter how high the straw pile is or how fast it is. It will all be wasted."

As Old Lady Qin spoke, she walked towards the haystack on her own. Yun Zhenzhen stopped her and just watched from the side.

Some things have to be seen to be believed.

Old Mrs. Qin walked up to the haystack with great experience, lay on the ground, reached her hand in from the edge, and then dug it out with force.

After digging for a long time, she only had less than a handful of wheat in her hand. She didn't believe it, so she shook the wheat stalks with her arms and lay down underneath to continue searching, but still didn't find any wheat.

"Oh, my goodness, you took it off really cleanly. Does this thing really work? It's almost as good as using a flail to take it off."

Old Mrs. Qin stood up and patted the dirt off her body, then wiped her hands on her body, pointing at the stone mill as if she was looking at a treasure.

Yun Zhenzhen walked over with a smile: "Yes, mother, this is the effect that several children have tried over and over again. After grinding for half a day tomorrow, our wheat will be finished. Then we can push this thing to the old house and let my eldest brother and sister-in-law use it to thresh the wheat as well. It will be much more convenient."

When the old house is no longer used, the village chief's family, the Song family's family, the neighbor Aunt Zhao, and several other good families will definitely have to borrow it.

Old Man Qin took a puff of his pipe and said in a hoarse voice, "Ali, you guys should quickly operate this stone mill for me so I can see and learn from it."

When Old Man Qin saw the unremarkable stone mill in front of him, he was very excited.

Qin Li looked at Grandpa's eager eyes and picked up the rope again: "Grandpa, you hold the other end of the rope, and we will move together."

As soon as he finished speaking, the grandfather and grandson started walking on the threshing floor, pulling the stone mill. Every time the mill rolled around, Old Lady Qin would follow behind to see how the wheat was being threshed.

Every round she followed would bring her a surprise. The more she rolled, the better the threshing effect would be. It was much more labor-saving than beating with a flail.

Old man Qin followed the whip and walked around for a few rounds without feeling tired, and his hands did not hurt. This was much more comfortable than being beaten with a flail. After being beaten with the flail all day, several blisters of varying sizes would appear on the palms of his hands.

Generally, after harvesting wheat, the skin on the palms of every farmer's hands will become much thicker.

This is a really good thing that my third daughter-in-law has come up with. Two people can carry it while walking, and they can put an extra layer of clothes on their shoulders so that it won’t feel tight.

"Dad, Dad, come down and let me try." Qin Shouren said hurriedly.

Old Man Qin looked at his son's impatient look and wanted to hit him twice, but considering that there were so many children at the scene, it would have a bad impact, so he had to walk down.

Seeing his father give up his seat, Qin Shouren hurried over and said, "Come on, Xiaoli, give your uncle a hand."

Qin Li: "Okay."

Qin Shouren was not very skilled at the beginning, but he gradually got the hang of it under the step-by-step guidance of his brothers.

With the joint efforts of the two families, a large field of wheat was harvested in a short time, and the work for tomorrow was completed in excess.

Just then, Aunt Zhao and her husband from next door just came home. Seeing the hustle and bustle here, they came over to Yun Zhenzhen.

"Sister Yun, what weird thing are you doing?"

She briefly explained the effect of this thing, and Aunt Zhao and Uncle Zhao stood by and watched. After finding that it really worked, Uncle Zhao rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Boss of the Qin family, why don't you take me with you to try it too."

Qin Li: "..."

Although this stone mill saves trouble, he couldn't stand it after working for an entire afternoon. He looked at Yun Zhenzhen with a bitter face.

Aunt Zhao also saw the look of help in his eyes, and immediately said angrily: "I'll try it with you. Why bother the child? Just let him teach us. When they run out of use, we can borrow it too."

After grinding the wheat, it still needs to be winnowed. Yun Zhenzhen didn't care about this process anymore and prepared to make dinner first.

Several children, led by Mrs. Qin,

Take the dustpan and sieve and start working.

Wheat mixed with awns and various impurities was thrown into the air. The awns and weeds were blown aside by the wind, and the wheat grains fell directly due to gravity. The shriveled wheat grains landed in the transition position between the wheat grains and the awns.

Qin Li was in charge of winnowing the wheat, while Old Lady Qin took a broom and gently swept the surface, brushing the wheat awns aside.

Xiao Nan held up his pockets with his hands, and Qin Wen put the things in with a dustpan. Soon, everything was clean.

"Grandma, I've finished collecting." Qin Nan shouted obediently.

"Okay, let's go back quickly. Grandma also needs to go home to cook." Old Mrs. Qin said while pounding her waist. After all, she was old, and her back hurt from being tired after just bending over for a while.

After coming here to help for the past few days, Old Mrs. Qin felt that her brain was a little slow to work.

It was not until the raindrops fell on her face that she woke up with a start. She looked up and saw that the sky, which had been clear just a moment ago, was now covered with dark clouds.

"It's raining!"

"Great, it's finally raining."

"The raindrops on my face are so cool and comfortable."

It hasn't rained since it rained for several days in a row a few days ago.

Old Lady Qin reacted suddenly and shouted, "Quick, move the packed wheat into the house. It's comfortable for people to get wet in the rain, but the wheat can't be exposed to the rain."

"And the dustpan. Those tools need to be taken away too. They won't be of much use if they get caught in the rain."

"..."

The other families in the village who were drying wheat were also in a state of chaos. Yun Zhenzhen hurried out to clean up and quickly put in the dried peppers and mountain products that were drying outside.

The late autumn raindrops dripped onto the roof, flowed down, and formed small puddles on the ground.

The rainwater on the ground accumulated more and more, slowly forming small puddles. The chickens, ducks and piglets in the yard kept grunting. Dashan and Xiaoshan ran around the house. When they were tired, they squatted under the eaves to watch the rain, and from time to time they stuck out their tongues to lick the rainwater.

Yun Zhenzhen stood at the door, looking into the distance at the fields. A rain moistened the dry fields, and the creek in the village that had long dried up gradually formed puddles.

The potatoes are about to mature and need irrigation. With this rain, they can be harvested soon.

"Mother!!!"

Yun Zhenzhen was still thinking when she was suddenly interrupted by a scream.