The king is the cat who knows the least about being humble. He meowed triumphantly: "It's good that you know, meow."
Ling Bao nodded repeatedly, rubbed his cheek against the king's slippery hair, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.
"You know, you know."
Ling Bao tried to stand up with his hands on his hands, but he pressed his palms on the wheat stubble, feeling a little panicked.
Cheng Jin Xie Wuhao helped her up one by one.
Lingbao took advantage of the situation and said: "Third brother, you should rest on the way, be careful you get itchy again."
Cheng Jin's skin is delicate and she is a little sensitive to wheat crumbs. It would be fine if she stayed there for a while, but if she stayed there for a whole day, she would be itchy again at night.
Cheng Jin nodded, but did not leave immediately. He tied up a dozen more bundles without any complaint before being driven away by Ling Bao who couldn't bear it anymore.
"Third brother, leave quickly or I will be angry!"
Lingbao is the most coaxable person in the world, but no one in the family dares to make her angry.
Cheng Jin obediently turned around and left.
I found that I had drank all the water I had brought, so I told Lingbao and went home to fill the bottle with water.
At noon, the cook cooked the meal. At this time, Cheng Zhongqian was no longer polite. After all, he had to rush to harvest the wheat.
I got up at dawn in the morning and worked all morning before stopping. At this time, the sun was high in the sky, making people's faces red and sweaty. Cheng Zhongqian wiped the sweat on his face with the sweat towel on his shoulders.
He straightened up and took a breath.
It was so hot that his head was buzzing.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Cheng, please take a rest. Come and eat." The cook called out.
After returning from the fields, they opened the bamboo tube and drank half a tube of water. The water was salted to relieve the heat.
The cook also made mung bean soup, which is also good for relieving the heat. She also specially added ice cubes. After one sip, the whole person felt refreshed.
During the summer harvest, we need to eat something filling, a basin of egg noodles, more than twenty pancakes, fried meat, fried tofu, and a salad of shredded radish. That's it, everything is eaten, not even the soup is left.
"Young man, I am a poor man." Cheng Zhongqian sighed.
Fortunately, I don’t eat like this every day, otherwise I really wouldn’t be able to support myself.
Cheng Yi swallowed the last bite of pancake dipped in gravy, burped, touched his belly and said, "Ah, I feel so full."
After eating and drinking enough, I started to feel sleepy.
Lingbao yawned and rubbed his eyes: "Dad, I'm sleepy."
"How about I take you home to sleep?" Cheng Zhongqian held her in his arms and subconsciously patted her back with his palms.
Lingbao shook his head, his eyes almost closed, and muttered: "If you don't go back... just sleep here..."
Cheng Zhongqian put her under the shade of a tree and covered her with the coat he took off.
In fact, it’s okay not to cover it, after all, the sun is so bright.
Cheng Zhongqian rested for a while and then got up and continued. The same was true for Cheng Yun. Cheng Yi was too full and felt a little sleepy. After squinting for about a quarter of an hour, he woke up, yawned and went to help.
I worked until the sun set in the west, then slowly rushed home.
Ling Bao and Cheng Jin, who had the easiest time taking off their shoes, stepped on their father and brother's backs and legs with their little feet, treating it like a massage.
"Ouch ouch ouch - baby girl, please be gentle, do you want your father's life?" Cheng Zhongqian gasped.
Ling Bao gave an embarrassed laugh, knelt down on the bed, and used his small fists instead.
Cheng Zhongqian closed his eyes: "Hey, this intensity is just right..."
This day was really tiring, and Cheng Zhongqian fell asleep after a while, still snoring and sleeping deeply.
The same is true for Cheng Yun and Cheng Yi.
Ling Bao took Cheng Jin's hand, and the two left quietly and went to bed.
The next day it was almost dawn again, and the sun set and came back again. I slept as soundly as a pig every night.
Gleaning wheat ears, beating fields, raising fields...we all did it last year. The only difference is that no matter what we do this year, it will attract the attention of the whole village.
When he was playing pretend, Cheng Zhongqian suppressed his boiling mood.
Generally speaking, a harvest of two or three stones per acre is considered excellent. However, the fields in Beihe Village have not yet recovered after the flood. Last year, let alone three stones, two stones were a handful.
Most of them only have about one stone eight or one stone nine.
But this year, the Cheng family’s harvest from one acre of land was as high as four stones!
To be precise, it’s four stones and two buckets!
It is extremely rare in the entire Daxia Kingdom!
Anyway, the villagers of Beihe Village have been farming their land all their lives and have never seen such a high harvest.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Cheng Yi pinched his father's arm without hesitation and used such force that Cheng Zhongqian's face twisted in pain, but for the first time he didn't feel angry.
"Dad, this is not a dream, it's all real!" Lingbao said happily, "Our fertilizer is so powerful!"
Cheng Zhongqian was almost beside himself with joy.
Four stones, four stones!
That’s four stones!!!
Even if the wheat has to be dried later, the moisture will be less, but it won’t be much less!
Cheng Yun said with a smile: "Dad, calm down."
"I can't calm down!" Cheng Zhongqian said very quickly, "If it can be popularized, people's harvest will more than double, and their lives will be much easier."
Unconsciously, Cheng Zhongqian changed from the noble man who only cared about himself to a man who truly cared about the people because he almost fainted with excitement because he thought that the people's lives could be better.
Beihe Village will be the first village to benefit!
When the village chief came to register, he saw everyone smiling and proud, and he had a suspicion in his mind.
He swallowed: "Cheng Xiucai, how many stones per acre does your family have?"
Cheng Zhongqian said with a smile: "No more, no more, just four stones."
Just like cold water pouring into a frying pan, it explodes with crackling.
"What? Cheng Xiucai, how much do you say? Four stones?!"
"Really or not? Cheng Xiucai, your family really has so many? Our family only has two stones per acre!"
The village chief said two words but was drowned in the tide of sound. He yelled: "Shut up!"
When everyone shut up, he asked nervously: "Cheng Xiucai, are there really so many?"
Cheng Zhongqian smiled and said: "Can this be fake?"
"Yes, yes, what I asked is nonsense. Everyone knows that Cheng Xiucai and you are not lying to others!" The village chief was also very happy, "How many are there in total?"
Twenty acres, four stones per acre, that’s...the village chief doesn’t know how to calculate!
He looked at Cheng Zhongqian longingly.
Cheng Yun said: "Eighty stones."
"Yes, yes, eighty stones! Oh my god, the Jade Emperor..." The village chief felt like he was dizzy from being hit by this number.
After chanting it several times, the village chief suddenly rolled his eyes and fell backward.
"..."
"The village chief fainted!"
"Quickly pinch Renzhong!"
The Lingbao family was shocked, but fortunately the village chief was fine. He was just too hot and too excited, so he fainted and woke up after being pinched.