The so-called winnowing field means that after crushing the wheat with a stone roller, all the wheat straw is picked up with a wooden fork, shoveled full with a wooden shovel, and raised into the sky.
The blowing wind will blow the useless wheat crumbs aside, but the plump wheat grains will fall straight down.
I was lucky this year. It was windy every day in the past few days, so the speed was much faster.
Lingbao looked at the wheat straw and thought of the book saying that wheat straw can also be used as fertilizer.
The wheat was all bagged and weighed one by one, waiting to pay the tax. After the tax was paid, the food completely belonged to them.
The village chief's guess was good.
Due to last year's floods, this year's harvest is not very good, even less than in previous years, so we have to save some food and drink.
The villagers are also a little unhappy. What they are most afraid of is that the weather will not be as good as the previous year. After all, the soil is the most difficult to recover.
The village chief wrote down the income of each household and reported it when the tax collector came. He could not read or count, so he memorized it by rote. However, after so many years, he never made any mistakes.
I heard that there was a scholar in Beihe Village. When the tax collector came, he specifically asked: "Who is Cheng Xiucai?"
Scholars are exempted from military service and labor and do not have to pay taxes. Cheng Zhongqian came here just out of curiosity.
Cheng Zhongqian responded: "I'm just here, what's the matter with the tax collector?"
The tax official smiled and waved his hand, saying it was nothing.
Although this tax official has no rank, since he is working for the official family, he feels that he is superior to others.
But he is not as good as Cheng Zhongqian, who has great fame and fame. For example, he also has to pay taxes.
Seeing that Cheng Zhongqian got along well with the villagers of Beihe Village, the tax collector made some considerations in his mind. Not only did he treat him in a friendly manner, he also did not take advantage of him.
"That's right, there's nothing missing, and there's no old grain or moldy grain being used as good quality." The tax official said, "Okay, you can go to the county town to pay the tax."
The villagers felt particularly unreal when they saw Cheng Zhongqian and the tax collector who were all kind to them.
Oh my God, is this still the tax collector with his eyes above his head?
"Cheng Xiucai, I'm leaving then. I'm still rushing to the next village."
The tax collector said hello and left.
Who can't see that the tax official only cares about Cheng Xiucai's face?
"Ancestors appear, ancestors appear!"
Only then did Cheng Zhongqian come to their village.
After registration with the tax official, the wheat can be taken to the county town to pay taxes. Usually several villages under the jurisdiction of the district chief go together, so that they can have someone to look after them.
Everyone in the village is not far away, so naturally I know more or less everyone.
At this time of year, complaints are inevitable.
"I don't know if my wife scolded her, but she was so embarrassed!"
"No, oh, he's so fierce. My little granddaughter was so frightened by his loud voice that she cried."
A young man next to me heard it and couldn't help but said, "I just sneezed and he scolded me."
Everyone looked at each other and sighed.
"Just scold me, we are not that thin-skinned, but why does he take away a bag every year!"
How many large steamed buns can be made from that bag of noodles?
Is it easy for them to work hard for a year just for a few steamed buns? But why are these officials so shameless!
But after all, what can they do?
They can't really make a fuss over that bag of wheat, they are still afraid of being shoed in!
The people in Beihe Village remained silent. You looked at me, and I looked at you.
Others noticed this and asked: "Hey, how is your Beihe Village? Have you also been deducted by the tax officials?"
The village chief cleared his throat, suppressed the corners of his mouth, and tried not to look too proud: "That's not true."
"I knew it...wait, what did you say? No?!" The man's voice attracted everyone's attention.
"Old man Han, did you say something wrong? You said one more thing
Words?"
The village chief waved his hands, pretending to be annoyed: "I'm not that confused. If I say no, I don't!"
"No, why? What's going on?"
"Old man Han, stop being so pretentious and say it quickly!"
Seeing that if he didn't say anything, a group of people would attack him. The village chief cleared his throat and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that there is a scholar in our village."
Old Man Han is shameless!
Are you a native of your village? Don’t think they don’t know, that scholar’s surname is Cheng!
"Cheng Xiucai has a great reputation, so the tax collector treated us very kindly and did not deduct food for his sake."
"..."
There was a moment of silence, and everyone looked at the village chief with envy or jealousy.
"Old Man Han, your life is so good!"
Having a scholar in the village is not just as simple as getting a good look from the tax collector, it has many benefits!
In the future, it will be easier for boys and girls in Beihe Village than in other villages!
Facing the hot looks from everyone, the villagers of Beihe Village stood tall and proud.
After paying the tax, you can dry the wheat.
If you have a yard, you can do it in the yard. If you don't have a yard, you can do it on the road in front of your door. They don't pay that much attention anyway.
Ling Bao and Cheng Jin took brooms and swept from both sides to the middle, sweeping away all the dust.
Cheng Zhongqian and others took out the wheat and spread it evenly on the ground.
The sun hangs high in the sky, and in just a short period of time, it makes people's faces turn red.
Lingbao ran to wash her face. The water in the basin was warmed by the sun. When she saw Cheng Jin coming over, she smiled.
When Cheng Jin walked up to her, she stretched out her hand and the water droplets on her fingers splashed onto Cheng Jin's face.
Little girl, you are a bad boy!
Cheng Jin looked confused, then said "Ouch" before realizing it, and ducked away slowly.
"Hahaha, third brother, is it fun?"
Cheng Jin glanced at her, moved to the basin without leaving a trace, and flicked the water droplets in his palm at her.
Ling Bao closed his eyes as if facing a powerful enemy, not even trying to hide.
Cheng Yun warned: "If you dare to get it on the wheat, see how I deal with you."
Ling Bao said: "No way, I have a sense of proportion."
What I said was not very measured.
After having enough fun, each held a book and read in the shadows without disturbing each other.
"Chirp chirp——"
It’s the call of a sparrow!
Like an alert puppy, Lingbao suddenly raised his head and saw several plump sparrows falling in the yard, pecking at the wheat!
The most important thing to guard against when drying wheat is this little sparrow that steals food!
She was so fascinated by the book that she almost forgot about it.
Lingbao stood up and was about to drive away the sparrows when he suddenly heard the sound of saliva "sucking".
A white shadow jumped out with a whoosh.
The little sparrow, unaware of the approaching danger, pecked at it. Suddenly, a black shadow fell from the sky, and its huge claws grabbed its fateful throat.
The little sparrow raised its head in confusion, and the king swallowed the sparrow directly with a "ouch".
Ling Bao: "..."
Ling Bao: "!!!"
The king spat out a few bird feathers with a "Bah, Bah, Bah" sound. They were so small that they were not even big enough to fit between his teeth!