bayedsolid Chapter 364 Collective Wheat Harvest
Chapter 364 Collective Wheat Harvest
Granny Qiao chuckled and said, "This was something we three sisters figured out ourselves, following the method Jin-jie told us."
This is all thanks to Sister Yu; her skills are truly amazing.
"It was her wontons that I and my sister Xu tried to make, but we could never get the same taste."
Granny Xu nodded in agreement: "Indeed, from chopping the meat to mixing it, the technique is the same as Sister Yu's, but the taste is different."
Also, I didn't expect these meat-filled rice dumplings to be so delicious.
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June
Under the blazing sun, golden waves of wheat rippled across the fields, and the village of Tianjia was filled with the bustling atmosphere of a bountiful harvest.
Gu Chenglin led the way, followed by the Sun brothers, the Xu brothers, the Gu Chunsheng brothers, and several Lin brothers, all wearing straw hats.
The bare back was tanned dark and shiny by the sun, and sweat slid down the grooves of the back muscles, dripping onto the scorching earth and evaporating instantly.
The group of people were focused, gripping their sharp sickles tightly with both hands, swinging them powerfully with practiced and rapid movements.
Each strike precisely cuts the wheat stalks, producing a "rustling" sound.
The sun was high in the sky, its bright rays shining down without any obstruction, and the air was filled with a scorching heat.
The wheat waves rippled in the gentle breeze, the plump ears of wheat drooping heavily.
Gu Chenglin straightened up first, wiped the sweat from his face with the towel draped over his shoulder, and said loudly, "Brothers, let's work harder! This year's wheat is growing well."
After the harvest, there will be plenty of white flour steamed buns.
Sun Xing, panting heavily, grinned and said, "That's great! Just for these plump ears of wheat, it's worth sweating a little more!"
I can already imagine how fragrant the steamed buns made from freshly milled wheat flour would be.
Although it was terribly hot that day, seeing this bountiful harvest filled me with boundless energy.
As he spoke, he bent down and swung the sickle again, his movements precise and decisive.
Cangnan Xihe Linlizheng, Clan Chief Sun, Clan Chief Xu and Grandpa Xu, Uncle Gu and several other elders also occupied a piece of land to harvest wheat.
Despite their age, they are all full of energy.
Dongfang Jin and her son, along with Helian Jingyun, sat under a large willow tree by the ground, watching these people busy at work.
Yu Ying looked at Dongfang Jin, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.
"What do you want to say?" Dongfang Jin looked at her.
Yu Ying was a little embarrassed: "Xiao Jin, do you want to go to the fields and compete with Third Sister-in-law and the others?"
Dongfang Jin raised an eyebrow: "You want to go?"
Dongfang Yuan said with a smile, "Little Jin'er, why don't I help Aunt Gu and the others with some work?"
"Go if you want, but don't tire yourself out."
While cutting wheat, Xu Changhua chimed in, "But it's so hot today, the sweat is pouring down like it's free."
Changshan, do you have enough water? This sun is so hot it's making my throat feel like it's on fire.
Xu Changshan patted the water pouch at his waist and replied, "Don't worry, there's plenty! Don't be stingy with your water either."
"Look, there are several buckets of water over there. My sister-in-law even made some mung bean soup. Make sure they don't get heatstroke."
Gu Chenglin looked at them and shouted, "That's right, Xiao Jin prepared a lot of herbal tea and mung bean soup. They're left over there. Everyone, drink as much as you like."
The Gu brothers worked together seamlessly, one cutting wheat in front and the other tying it up behind.
Gu Chunsheng chuckled and joked, "The Lin brothers usually look so refined, but when it comes to harvesting wheat, they're surprisingly fast!"
Look, the breeze is blowing, and the wheat stalks are rustling, as if they're cheering us on.
Lin Yu responded with a smile: "We're all farmers, this little bit of work is no problem for us. Besides, who wouldn't be enthusiastic about a good harvest!"
I'm really looking forward to the harvest from this acre of land.
You all have no idea, my dad hasn't been sleeping well these past few days.
Xu Changshan chuckled and wiped the sweat from his face: "It's not just Uncle Lizheng who can't sleep well."
Ever since my grandfather plucked a few ears of wheat from this field that day, he personally peeled them open one by one. You didn't see him doing that; I can't even describe it.
The place is bustling with activity.
Yang Zhu and the other women followed behind, deftly bundling up the wheat that Sun Xing and the others had cut.
Aunt Gu's hands moved nimbly, her slender fingers skillfully twisting the wheat straw into ropes and quickly tying the bundles together.
A simple smile played on his lips, and his eyes were filled with the joy of a successful harvest.
She would straighten up from time to time, wipe the sweat from her forehead with the towel draped over her shoulder, and look at the mountain of wheat sheaves in front of her with a satisfied gleam in her eyes.
Under the shade of a tree by the field, several children were sitting together.
Xu Zhen, with her hair in two pigtails and bright eyes, was intently helping the adults tidy up small bunches of wheat, occasionally smoothing her loose hair with her hand.
Xu Chong couldn't sit still. He would run out to pick up a few fallen ears of wheat, and then run back to show off his "spoils" to his friends. His round face turned bright red with excitement.
Gu Jingye, Sun Qingzhuang, and a dozen other children were competing in the wheat field nearby.
At Dongfang Jin's command "Ready," the children rushed out like arrows and stood in front of their respective rows of wheat.
"start!"
Gu Jingye was the first to rush out. He was agile and sharp-eyed, holding a sickle in his hand. In this golden sea of gold, he moved as nimbly as a cheetah.
He crouched, leaning forward, his legs firmly planted, every muscle brimming with power, as if intimately connected to the earth.
His eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the base of the wheat stalks, the sickle in his hand gleaming coldly.
As soon as he heard "start," he suddenly exerted force in his arm, and the sickle, like a silver lightning bolt, swiftly sliced into the wheat stalks.
With a soft rustling sound, the wheat stalks fell down one by one, the cuts neat and clean.
The movements were fluid and seamless: bending down, swinging the sickle, and standing up, like a beautiful dance in the fields.
Every time he harvested wheat, he was incredibly precise, never wasting a single grain.
Sweat streamed down their faces, dripping onto the ground beneath their feet, blending seamlessly with the scene of harvest, creating a powerful and vibrant picture of labor.
Jinbao followed behind him, tying things up, while Zhaocai carried them out.
He frowned slightly, completely focused, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he was completely unaware of it.
Sun Qingzhuang was not to be outdone. His chubby little hands kept moving among the stubble, like a nimble little monkey. He quickly cut the wheat while using his feet to hook the scattered ears of wheat together with a sickle.
He muttered to himself, "I'm sure I can harvest faster than Ziyao! I'm going to take first place today!"
His face flushed red, his cheeks puffed out, and his expression was one of defiance.
The other children also showed off their skills, some of them were impatient, and although their movements were fast, they were a bit rash.
Shen Qihui may seem calm, but his actions reveal his eagerness. Once he steps into the wheat field, he's like a rapidly spinning little motor.
His eyes gleamed with excitement, and he strode quickly, dashing through the wheat rows, knocking the stalks to the side.
He gripped the sickle tightly with both hands, raised it high, and swung it down with a whooshing sound, his movements as fast as a whirlwind.
But this impetuousness caused him to make repeated mistakes.
He was often unaware that the wheat stalks were only cut in half. With a strong pull, the unbroken stalk was snapped in two, and the wheat grains fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
He didn't have time to feel sorry for the wheat, and he busied himself cutting down another clump. Before long, the wheat around him became a mess, like a chessboard that had been disrupted by a naughty child.
Laibao and Laicai followed behind, busy cleaning up the mess.
Lin Ziyao was quite different from him; he was a calm and meticulous child.
He walked into the wheat field, took a deep breath as if to inhale the aroma of wheat into his body.
He crouched down, gently parted the wheat stalks, and carefully observed the connection between the stalks and the ground, his eyes wide as saucers, not missing a single detail.
Then, he slowly gripped the sickle, applied slight pressure with his arm, and the sickle, close to the ground, steadily sliced through the wheat stalks.
The movements were gentle yet firm, as if sculpting a precious work of art.