My mother took out two loads of grain from the barn.
Fang Rui took the pole and picked up a load to go home. This load full of millet was not light, and it weighed more than a hundred pounds. My mother could carry it, but of course Fang Rui couldn't let her do it. As for the
Other people would definitely not be able to do this.
Zheng Zhiqing also took a pole and wanted to carry a load.
Despite his strength, he really can't bear this burden.
He had almost never carried anything, and the burden was so heavy on his shoulders that he felt awkward walking. The swinging basket often touched his legs as he walked... Zheng Zhiqing stumbled and walked for a few times.
Ten meters was really not enough. I laughed to myself and had to put down my burden. I felt a lot in my heart. This farm work looked easy, but it was really difficult to do. I really owe it to the farmers and uncles in the countryside.
Fang Rui carried the millet back, poured it on the cement floor in front of the house, and spread it out with a special tool for drying grain. The millet was dried for most of the morning. When it dried to a certain extent, the grain hair needed to be removed.
It is also necessary to clean the millet stuck to the wool.
Murong Rong accompanied Murong Qian and walked out of the room.
Fang Rui smiled at the two of them and asked them to go inside and rest.
Murong Rong said softly, "Do you need us to do anything?"
Fang Rui patted his forehead as if he had an epiphany and said, "Yes, to catch the chickens... Our chickens are kept in the bamboo forest, for fear that other people's chickens will come and eat the grains... But Rong Rong, as long as you come out and take a look from time to time,
Just drive away the chickens that steal the grain. You don’t need to keep an eye on them, it’s okay to eat some.”
Murong Rong nodded and smiled sweetly, "I understand... By the way, the food will be ready in half an hour. You guys have to come back in time to eat."
Fang Rui smiled and agreed, then went to the fields carrying the empty basket.
The mother in the field is still loading the rice in the machine barn. The people stepping on the rice thresher are Yang Zhicheng and Zheng Zhiqing. The ones delivering the rice straw are two female generals. Lao Bian is resting, and Yaya Nini is conscientiously clearing mines with her eyes.
Sweeping every inch of soil in the field, including the piles of finished straw.
Now, because Fang Rui has to pick grain, and Mom has to constantly clear the warehouse, the manpower is relatively tight, but fortunately, one of the five of them, Lao Bian, can always spare one to rest.
There is strength in numbers.
With the concerted efforts of the seven main team members and two super water dispenser guardian goddesses, in less than an hour and a half, the five-cent field of rice was finished, and Murong Rong returned to put the food on the table.
Everyone took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and came to the dining table. While eating, they started chatting lively. Of course, they were talking about their personal experience of plowing rice just now. The most common thing they said was: Tired.
, but it feels very fulfilling.
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After breakfast, the red sun appeared.
Fang Rui and his mother wore straw hats and went to work in the fields again. This time they did not let the large troops move. After all, the temperature was about to rise. By then, not only would everyone be killed by the strong sun, but even the water in the fields would be so hot that they would burn off.
Pig hair.
We went to the same hilly fields just now.
First, tie up the finished straw into handfuls and drag them to the fields to dry. These will then be picked up and taken home. Just like the pigs in the pig pen rely on them to survive the winter, the farmers in the fields will start spring tomorrow.
Fat also depends on it.
After clearing all the straw out of the field, his mother started to spread fertilizer on the field, and Fang Rui stepped into the mud with his feet on the small section of stubble that was left after cutting. If these stubbles are not treated, they will
If they grow again, this will naturally be detrimental to the growth of late rice. However, if you do not plant a second season in the field, you can let them grow. They will still ear and produce grains, but these grains will not produce rice normally.
Full, the yield is also far behind...
Nowadays, if you don’t have cattle in the countryside to prepare the land, you have to trample the stubble into the mud. This is simple and straightforward, saving time and money. You need to know that asking someone to bring the cattle over to plow the field costs hundreds or dozens of yuan per acre.
Tidying up the fields is just a foot exercise, not like threshing the whole body.
Wear a straw hat to protect yourself from the scorching sun, even if it is the dog days of summer, you are not afraid.
One morning.
The five-cent field was cultivated by the mother and son, and the next step was to transplant the rice seedlings.
It’s scorching sun at noon.
A square meter of rice in front of the house was drying, and Fang Rui and his mother began to clean up the grains.
Grass hairs are rice stems and grass leaves.
First use a broom made of bamboo branches to sweep the grains into a pile. The sweeping action here also requires certain skills. Then knead them into small piles and rub them with your feet for a while to stick them to the rice stems.
Step down the millet, and then use a sieve to sift out the millet mixed in it. Just ignore the remaining grains mixed with a little millet. Throw the grains into the bamboo forest, and the chickens will guarantee that not a grain will be wasted.
food.
After threshing the grains, turn the grains over so that they can enjoy the sun evenly.
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By about five o'clock in the afternoon.
A group of people marched towards the rice fields again.
Fang Rui told everyone that pulling rice seedlings is a technical job, and they were originally asked to come back in half an hour, but they all said why don't they just pull rice seedlings? It's such a trivial matter.
But as soon as they arrived at the rice field, after Fang Rui and Yu Yinghong repeatedly demonstrated the essentials for many times, no one among the five people mastered the movements. Everyone was pulling ten rice seedlings, and at least two of them had to be broken.
Several people were embarrassed. If this waste continued, there would definitely not be enough seedlings to plant.
Fang Rui had no choice but to teach them the most primitive and stupidest method of digging seedlings by hand. Although this action was clumsy and fast, it could not damage the seedlings.
He pulled several loads of seedlings, carried them to the field, and scattered them.
The rice transplanting operation begins.
Fang Rui and Yu Yinghong also had to demonstrate and explain, especially the number of roots of each seedling, the spacing between plants, and the most important thing, late rice should be planted floating rather than sinking deep into the mud. Just pay attention to these items.
After meeting these points, it doesn't matter. The only thing left is a matter of speed.
It still only took more than an hour, and all the rice seedlings in the fifth field were planted.
After planting the rice seedlings, it was still more than an hour before dark. Fang Rui took everyone to swim in the river. The boss, Lin Fangfang, and Yang Zhichengdu said that they were landlubbers. Fang Rui smiled and said, they can’t swim.
Can you take a dip in the shallows of the river? Isn't it comfortable to take a dip on this hot day?
Zheng Zhiqing also said with a smile, if you don’t know how to swim, there are ready-made coaches here. If you each call "Master" a few times, you will be guaranteed to be on the highest podium of the swimming competition in the next Olympic Games. Listen, everyone.
His deliberate treatment of homophonic sounds is full of joy.
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The female family members wear long clothes and trousers in the water.
Lao Bian Lin Fangfang and Yang Zhicheng had a water fight with three landlubbers on the shoal.
Zheng Zhiqing and Xu Lijiao romantically played with mandarin ducks in the river.
After playing for a while, Zheng Zhiqing and his wife began to teach the three people to swim.
After Fang Rui swam in the water for a few times, the giant golden carp hadn't appeared yet, and he was feeling lost and worried. Unexpectedly, his body suddenly became light, and he was hunched over by something. He put his hand into the water and touched it.
Fish Head, who is it if it’s not Xiao Jin?
Fang Ruili happily played with Xiao Jin for a while, and then swam with him to the reeds where he saw the swans.
I rummaged through the reeds for a while.
Fang Rui was disappointed again and still couldn't find what he was looking for. However, when everyone went ashore and left Hewanzi, he saw the pair of beautiful swans flying down among the reeds. Fang Rui revealed Brother Pig.