Quick Transmigration: The Green Tea Mistress's Guide to Seduction - A Master's Handbook

The autumn harvest is exhausting.

Even if a tractor comes to help in the village every two days, it's still very tiring.

Almost everyone goes home at night, eats dinner, and goes straight to sleep.

Xie Qingyu took over the task of cooking dinner. The dinners were simple; the family ate whatever she cooked.

Wang Guifang was deeply moved and kept praising Xie Qingyu for being well-behaved. Even Xie Ersao felt that her sister-in-law was sensible to be able to eat Xie Qingyu's cooking when she came back.

At first, Wang Guifang or Secretary Xie would arrange for Xie Xixing to invite He Shen to dinner in the evening.

Later, there was no need to call him; He Shen would come by himself in the evenings.

But he wasn't just eating for free; at the beginning, he brought over most of a bag of flour and a piece of meat.

Thanks to him, the family has had a very good harvest these past few days.

We were lucky this autumn harvest; there was no heavy rain.

Everything went smoothly from harvesting the corn to drying it and finally storing it in the warehouse. Only after all the grain was put into the village warehouse could everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Secretary Xie, unusually, puffed on his pipe as he looked at the grain being stored in the granary, his eyes full of smiles. "This year's harvest is good."

"Yes, with this harvest, no one will go hungry this winter!" The brigade leader was also happy.

"This year, report the weight..." Secretary Xie puffed on his pipe, his voice slightly muffled, "Don't report so much."

"How can that be?" The brigade leader looked somewhat troubled. "The other communes are all getting higher and higher, and we can't be too far behind."

"Then we still have to pay grain taxes. Last year, after paying the grain taxes, there was almost not enough grain left in the granary to distribute. How many old guys died in the winter? Don't you know why?" Secretary Xie retorted.

The captain remained silent.

If the harvest is too low, their brigade will be criticized for dragging down the overall yield.

However, the higher the reported amount, the more grain they had to hand over, and the less the villagers actually received.

The grain harvested in autumn is meant to last through the winter.

We're counting on this meager harvest to make a living.

The brigade leader doesn't smoke pipes, but he's so worried he's starting to crave one.

This location is difficult to secure.

Secretary Xie didn't say anything. They all knew this principle now. A couple of years ago, they thought it was a good thing that the harvest was high, but they realized something was wrong when their grain supplies dwindled.

But now, the sudden underreporting carries another risk.

At first, he thought everyone was the same and that it was fine as it was. It was only during a casual chat that He Shen learned that almost half of their harvest was handed over to the state as grain that he was enlightened.

If this continues, with the reimbursement increasing year by year, how many grains will actually end up in the hands of the villagers?

“He, the educated youth, has some connections. Let’s see if he can do anything,” Secretary Xie said after a moment of silence.

The captain looked up but couldn't find He Shen, so he didn't say anything more.

At this time of harvest, the two people standing there with their worried faces were quite conspicuous, and soon someone came over to ask what was wrong.

"What's wrong? The granary is about to overflow, and you two are still not satisfied?" someone familiar with the situation asked directly.

"What are you saying? You're very satisfied." Secretary Xie composed himself. "Once all the work in the fields is finished and the grain is handed over, we can start distributing the grain."

The end of the autumn harvest does not mean the end of farm work.

This period was also extremely strenuous.

When it comes to plowing and tilling the land, oxen and tractors become the main tools.

People also started working, and after a period of time, He Shen looked even more robust.

The lean muscles developed from such hard physical labor were truly eye-catching, especially when He Shen lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his sweat in front of Xie Qingyu.

Then Xie Qingyu hurriedly pulled off his clothes and touched the firm muscles she had just seen.

"Be careful, we're outside," Xie Qingyu said irritably.

He Shen's work area today is on the very edge. This small patch of land can't be cleared by oxen or tractors; it has to be done manually. He Shen is clearing the land entirely by hand.

Xie Qingyu came over to bring him water.

The nearest person was some distance away, so he was deliberately flirting with Xie Qingyu.

When Xie Qingyu pulled his clothes off, the smile on He Shen's face hadn't disappeared yet.

He had already figured out what Xie Qingyu liked.

Whenever her gaze fell on his abs, she would linger there for a while.

"The work here will be finished in two more days, and we can rest for a few days before planting wheat," He Shen said, drinking the water Xie Qingyu had brought him.

Xie Qingyu looked back. They were at the very edge of the village, so they could see all the fields that had been plowed and were just waiting to be sown.

"Then you can all take a break." Everyone was exhausted after more than half a month.

In other words, they are motivated and supported by the promise of a good harvest.

"When we have some free time, we can build houses," He Shen added.

Xie Qingyu turned around to look at him.

He Shen smiled, his eyes sparkling.

His meaning was clear: once the house was built, they could get married.

He Shen figured the things his grandfather had sent should have arrived by now. He would bring them back as soon as the autumn harvest was over, and then go to his grandfather's house to get engaged.

I guess Uncle Huang will have to come over then, since the old man is too far away to come and can't come to propose marriage himself.

"Do you have enough money? Otherwise, what about the money you gave me before..." Xie Qingyu asked.

He Shen was clearly overjoyed by Xie Qingyu's generous response.

“That’s enough,” He Shen replied immediately. “Before the autumn harvest, when I went to town, I also found a carpenter to order a bed and some furniture, which I can bring back when the house is finished.”

"My mother said she would provide thirty-six legs as part of my dowry," Xie Qingyu relayed.

"I know. I'll have Mom pick out some stools and tables for us. I'll get what we need for the house first." He Shen's heart melted when he heard Xie Qingyu's words.

“Hmm, tell me if you don’t have enough money,” Xie Qingyu said again.

He Shen laughed, "Don't worry, I have enough money to support you, you don't need to worry. If you're still worried, I'll bring the money over tomorrow and leave it with you, you can manage the household."

"I don't care, I only care about spending money," Xie Qingyu said deliberately.

"It's enough for you to spend. If it's not enough, I'll earn more." He Shen said with great confidence.

Not to mention how much money he brought with him when he went to the countryside, the money and receipts he received for repairing farm machinery in several nearby towns were enough to cover all his expenses.

His first priority was to take good care of Xie Qingyu at home, ensuring she didn't suffer as much as she did when she was in the Xie family.

"You should go back first, it's still hot." He Shen reluctantly finished the last two sips of water.

Even if he wanted to see Xie Qingyu, he didn't want her to be sunbathing here.

"Okay, don't overwork yourself. There's only this much work left," Xie Qingyu also reminded him.

"I understand." He Shen had something on his mind, and he felt that time was passing too slowly.