The people in the castle were all people who had suffered all kinds of hardships in the world before leaving home. Most of them had never farmed before. Now they were so excited that they burst into tears when they looked at the golden rice.

This kind of rice is grown by the people who have sweated like rain and endured the severe summer heat for many years just to get food on their plates.

Only with food can the incense of the noble families of Dongchen Kingdom be passed down from generation to generation and last forever.

Now, they have grown these rice themselves, and this sense of accomplishment and satisfaction has reached its peak.

Jiang Xinyan felt that the people in their castle were like the modern collective period in the 1950s, eating from a big pot together and planting and harvesting together.

The weather in June is very intense and the sun is very strong. In order to survive in this hot dog day, everyone has no cooling drinks and fights against the scorching sun for time.

It can be said that the people have gone through a lot of hardships to avoid being hungry. It’s hard! But what’s more is the joy of a good harvest.

The people in their castle were no exception. They were both miserable and happy, and all of them were enthusiastic.

It seems that no matter how hard and tiring it is, it is worth it. Most of the people in the castle were once children of aristocratic families and have never done farm work.

Jiang Xinyan told them: During harvest, it takes three or five people to cut the rice to "supply" a threshing machine for threshing. Two people step on the threshing machine, feeding the handle while stepping on it.

In addition, two people are assigned to deliver the grain handles. When working together, one person is assigned to remove the grain from the bucket, and then one person is assigned to transport the millet to the drying field.

About eight to ten people work with a rice thresher. When harvesting, choose a sunny day. The millet that is taken off is very wet. When it is transported to the drying field, it must be dried in the bright sun.

Jiang Xinyan divided everyone into several groups. There were fifteen people in each group, eight people worked with a threshing machine, five people cut the seedlings, and two people tied the straw.

She and Chu Lixuan were the general commanders and mobilized the handymen. The team leader would ask everyone to finish mowing more than ten acres in the morning before dawn.

Threshing rice only at dawn, because improper operation of the threshing machine can hurt hands, so we are not allowed to step on the threshing machine before dawn.

Children were not allowed to get close to the threshing machine. Chu Lizheng only had the job of handing the grain handle. Although he had been practicing martial arts for almost a year, he was still young and there were many teenagers older than him in the castle.

Chu Lixiang and Jiang Zihao couldn't even pass the grain. The boys on the threshing machine disliked them because they were too slow and the grain was not neat enough to fall out.

So they went to cut rice again, and Chu Lixiang often worked. Although it was slower, it would not hurt his hands.

Jiang Zihao was different. He read it several times and felt that he had already mastered it. He was holding a bag of rice in his left hand and holding a sickle in his right hand.

"Crack." The rice stalks had just been cut off a few, and then the sickle cut on my finger, which made it bleed.

He didn't dare to cry out in pain and quickly pinched the wound with his hands. Chu Lixiang was always paying attention to Jiang Zihao.

"Brother Zihao, if it's okay, I'll call the teacher to come and help you stop the bleeding."

Jiang Zihao wanted to say no. Although he had never seen any bleeding fifteen years ago, he had been scratched and fallen frequently in the past month or so.

Master Jinghui learned that she had injured her hand externally, so she used Qinggong to fly to the field, picked up Jiang Zihao, and went back to treat the wound.

Naturally, Jiang Zihao was not allowed to work in the fields for the entire afternoon, and Master Jinghui did not tell Jiang Zihao that she was his grandmother.

The eldest princess may have guessed something, but Jin Niang and the others didn't know. After all, Master Jinghui's marriage in those years was a joke.

She didn't want to say that Jiang Xinyan would not call her grandmother in public, but would always call her master, so Jiang Zihao was always surprised that his sister's master cared too much about him.

The double rush season is the hottest time of the year, when early rice is cut and late rice seedlings are planted.

What a familiar voice! The childhood memories of rural soldiers!

The so-called double rush means that rice is transplanted in two seasons, early rice and late rice. Early rice matures after more than 80 days from the time of transplanting.

It is necessary to harvest early rice and plant late rice before the end of June, because the beginning of autumn is the beginning of July every year.

If you transplant rice seedlings after the beginning of autumn, the temperature is often not conducive to the growth of late rice.

Therefore, in the two time periods of early rice and late rice, due to the rush for season, there is often a rush to cut and plant, which is why we have to rush for time.

The slow movement also affects the rush to transplant late rice, because late rice must be planted before the beginning of autumn, otherwise there will be one less knot and a lot of yield reduction.

Therefore, the children of aristocratic families who have not experienced it do not know that no matter how cold or hot it was at that time, the common people had to get up early and work hard in the dark, and then expand the field to dry the grain and pay the public grain to deduct the tax.

After a year, the people still don't have much real food surplus, but they still have something to eat.

Like last year, when there was a locust plague and no crops were harvested, all the people in Dongchen had to go hungry. The miserable people starved to death...

Everyone in the castle knows that all their income comes from their castle, and they don't need to pay public food, let alone taxes. Their wife said it's really great.

Everyone was extremely motivated. Jiang Xinyan said that the sun was strong at noon and asked them to rest for an hour, but they only rested for half an hour.

Everyone said that watermelon can relieve the heat and not be afraid of the sun. Jiang Xinyan also asked Huotoujun to make mung bean soup, transport spring water from the depths of the snow-capped mountains, chill the watermelon and mung bean smoothie and give it to everyone to relieve the heat.

People who have seen famine will know how precious food is. They have enough to eat every day, and the watermelon and mung bean paste to relieve the heat are ice cold.

Everyone was extremely energetic and sweating profusely. They worked very happily. Groups also competed with each other to see which group could harvest more rice.

The next day, Xu Feng grabbed a job of stepping on the threshing machine and stepped on the threshing machine together with Dai Yuntao, because the people in this group were still afraid of Dai Yuntao.

He didn't dare to step on the threshing machine with him. Xu Feng handed him a handful of grain yesterday. He really wanted to step on the threshing machine, so he wasn't afraid of Dai Yuntao anymore.

The two men on the threshing machine changed shifts every half an hour. Chu Lixiang and Song Mingjiang cut rice all day yesterday. Their hands were not injured and they could continue cutting today.

Jiang Zihao rested all afternoon yesterday and went to work in the fields again early this morning. Chu Lizheng taught him how to grasp the rice and how to separate it so as not to hurt his hands.

Chu Lixiang encouraged Jiang Zihao, "Brother Zihao, you hurt your hand cutting the rice. Today, brother Xu Feng got the job of stepping on the threshing machine. Go and pass the straw to brother Xu Feng."

Jiang Zihao thought that there was a good way out. Xu Feng was his friend and he should give it a try. He grabbed a handful of grain and went to the threshing machine.

Xu Feng looked at his friend Jiang Zihao, who was a little shorter than him. The handful of grain in his hand was small and messy, and he wanted to hand it to him.

If he takes it over, he has to sort it out. Xu Feng is already a little slower than Dai Yuntao, so it will be even slower when working with a novice!

"Zihao, go and dry the rice! Our group still lacks a person to dry the rice. That is a very critical job."

Jiang Zihao: "..." All his friends despise him, he is really a plastic brother.

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