When Man Bao returned to Lao Zhou's house carrying a rope with eight or nine birds tied to it, dinner was almost ready.
As soon as He saw the bird in her hand, he naturally took it, and then he remembered and asked, "Didn't Dad forbid you to touch the wheat ears?"
Man Bao said: "This is not from our family, it is the wheat ears that Bai Erlang took from his family."
He nodded and didn't care.
After Lao Zhou came back, he asked one more question, "Does Mr. Bai know?"
Man Bao thought of Bai Erlang asking his servants to carry a large bundle of wheat ears, so he nodded hesitantly and said, "You should know."
Old Zhoutou was relieved. Unlike his family, the Bai family had a lot of food. Even if the disaster was serious this time, the food they harvested was not comparable to theirs.
Lao Zhou took a piece of bird meat and said: "Hurry up and collect all the beans in the field. Mr. Bai's family is looking for people. We will work for three more days. Third brother, you can take the fourth son to Mr. Bai's house to get them."
The eldest son stayed at home to thresh wheat and beans, while the second son continued to go to the city to sell vegetables."
The brothers agreed.
Originally, Lao Zhoutou did not plan to let his sons go to Mr. Bai's house to work part-time this year, because the family had an extra piece of land owned by Zhou Lang, and he would not be able to spare so much time.
However, due to the disaster this year, there is not enough work to do. Since the work at home is done quickly, of course I have to work part-time.
In fact, there were many people who had the same idea as Lao Zhoutou, so when Zhou Lang finally led Zhou Lang to Bai's house, he found that there were a lot of people looking for work.
But they also have advantages,
Zhou Lang was a capable man whose name was recorded by the steward of the Bai family, and he was from the same village, so the steward of the Bai family accepted Zhou Lang as soon as he saw it. The salary was slightly lower than in previous years by two cents.
There is no way, after the disaster, even when the farming is busy, labor is very cheap.
If Mr. Bai hadn't been cautious enough and only wanted to use acquaintances he had used in previous years, he would only provide three meals a day, and he could attract many people just by waving to the county town.
The steward of the Bai family accepted Zhou Lang without hesitation. When it was Zhou Lang's turn, he hesitated for a while and finally accepted it with a frown.
This steward lives with Master Bai in Qili Village, and is mainly in charge of the fields in Qili Village and Dali Village. Naturally, he knows that his young husband is very close to the young lady of the Zhou family, and they have been playing together every day recently.
Forget it, don’t look at the monk’s face and look at the Buddha’s face.
The steward reluctantly accepted Zhou Lang, but still warned Zhou Lang, "Wednesday, you have to keep an eye on your brother."
Zhou Lang quickly bent down and agreed, and Zhou Lang also smiled and promised that he would work hard.
The steward waved his hand, asked someone to bring them two sickles, and then left.
Zhou Lang held the sickle and sighed, "My old waist."
Zhou Lang looked at him.
Zhou Lang said quickly: "Third brother, don't worry, I won't be lazy. Don't complain to dad."
Zhou Lang withdrew his gaze and said, "Let's go to the fields."
The Bai family's wheat harvest hasn't been finished yet.
In other areas of Mr. Bai's family's land, there may be a village with servants cultivating it, or the land may be leased to tenants and a village may be set up to manage it.
Only the fields of Qili Village and Dali Village are nearby, and Mr. Bai is more concerned about them. Therefore, in addition to the twenty or so long-term workers and a dozen servants, he prefers to hire nearby villagers as part-time workers.
It is precisely because of this that Mr. Bai was able to quickly integrate into the local villagers in the first two years after moving to Qili Village.
It has great prestige not only in Qili Village, but also in Dali Village.
After all, when farming is busy, everyone can make money from him, and when farming is slack, everyone can still make money from him, right?
Country people are simple and honest, and they are always more grateful to their employers who can provide them with food and clothing.
Therefore, whether sowing or harvesting in his area is always a little slower than others.
Mr. Bai doesn't like growing beans. Compared with beans, wheat that can be ground into flour is naturally more delicious, so most of Mr. Bai's dry land is planted with wheat.
They cut the beans from a distance into the village. At this time, there was still a large area that had not been cut yet. Once the cut was completed, the beans could be harvested.
In fact, Zhou Lang prefers to cut beans.
He yawned and followed his third brother to cut wheat resignedly, taking only an hour's rest at noon.
Although the three meals a day the Bai family was responsible for were good, such a workload, done under the bright sun, still made Zhou Lang miserable.
When he was in pain, he couldn't help but want to fish. Anyway, it was not his own land.
Zhoulang's movements became slower and slower, and then he heard the rustling sound behind him. He couldn't help but stiffen, and immediately started cutting hard. After a while, when he heard there was no movement behind him, he couldn't bear it.
Stay and look back.
Not far away, I saw a very familiar little kid instructing a servant to pile together several piles of wheat they had cut, then tie them up and carry them away.
Zhou Lang couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, are you also going to the fields to help harvest wheat?"
Mr. Bai is actually willing to control his precious little son?
Bai Erlang turned to look at him. It took him a long time to recognize that this dark man was Man Bao's fourth brother, and he grinned, "No, I want to catch sparrows with Bai Shan and Zhou Man, and we need wheat as bait."
Not only was Zhou Lang silent now, but even Zhou Lang couldn't help but look back. Seeing that his servants had already picked up the sheaf of wheat, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it too much?"
"Not at all. The more you scatter, the more birds will fly down," Bai Erlang said confidently: "We have caught too hard during this period. It is no longer easy to catch birds at the entrance of the village."
The sparrows are gone, so I have to come here to catch them.”
Zhou Lang didn't understand very well, "Is the little man's family also short of meat?"
"No shortage, why do you ask?"
"Since there is no shortage of meat, why do we have to catch birds?"
"Because it's fun!" Bai Erlang ate the bird for several days. Even if he changed the taste, he was tired of it.
And the reason why he happily ran to the fields to carry wheat ears every day was because it was fun to catch birds.
By now, he has gathered many friends to play this game together.
Yes, Bai Erlang has gathered many friends, so that every time even if Man Bao and Bai Shanbao are not present, they can still do well.
Of course, Manbao would still come there every day in order to get some meat, but he would bring his own books.
Bai Shanbao thought that fried or grilled bird snacks were also very good, so he would also come with his own book.
Since there was only one set of fishing nets, they couldn't get the job of pulling the rope. Of course, they couldn't get the job of digging holes and burying sticks.
So they found a tree to sit and read, and occasionally gave them instructions on how to position themselves.
Of course, when Bai Erlang arrives, he will take over the command forcefully and not let others get involved.
Both Bai Shanbao and Manbao were tired of playing this game, so naturally they thought it didn't matter. He could give him the command if he wanted to. And precisely because of this, when the birds were divided every day, Manbao and Bai Shanbao could get the same rewards as Bai Er.
The number is euphemistically called an offering to the elders.