The happy little days of the Ye family

Autumn is the harvest season, when all kinds of good things mature one after another in the fields and mountains.

Before the autumn harvest started, the little kids in the village ran to the back mountains every day.

Sweet potatoes, kudzu, chestnuts, wild dates, persimmons, wild pears, all kinds of edible things were brought home regardless of whether they were ripe or not.

It was too late to start, but only the leaves of the tree were left.

The adults in the family are busy raising food in the fields, and the mountains behind have almost become the territory of the children.

The back mountain was raided over and over again by these little brats, and there was laughter and slapstick everywhere.

The pheasants and hares on the mountain were so frightened that they became nervous and hid and did not dare to show their faces.

The farmers are all eagerly hoping that God will open his eyes and there will be good weather during this period.

Fortunately, there is less rain in autumn and the weather is not as changeable as the summer weather with frequent heavy rains.

Although the family hired many long-term workers, Mr. Ye, who had been dealing with the fields all his life, just couldn't take any time off.

Although Mr. Ye is already 60 years old, he is still going strong and vigorous. He still goes to the mountains and fields in high spirits every day. He looks more energetic than Ye's father.

If he really wants to work, juniors like Father Ye, Ye Donglin and Ye Xilin are not as good as him.

Mr. Ye either goes to the fields every day to check the increasingly mature rice, or goes to Xiaohoushan to check the fruits all over the mountains and plains.

Xiaohoushan is particularly rich in planting. Except for a bamboo forest and a large field of honeysuckle, the rest are all planted with various fruit trees.

Jujube trees are the most common among them. The dates matured a little late this year, and the ripening time coincides with the autumn harvest.

Mr. Ye looked at the jujubes hanging on the branches and felt very happy. This year's red jujube harvest was a big one.

Although the fruit is more valuable, food is the foundation. Mr. Ye plans to harvest the autumn harvest first, and then go up to the mountain to pick dates later.

In addition to dates, there are about a dozen persimmon trees on the mountain. Most of these persimmon trees were planted by Mr. Ye in the early years.

These persimmon trees have now grown into big trees and bear more and more fruits every year.

Mr. Ye looked up and saw that the persimmons on the tree had turned slightly yellow. They would be ready to be picked for making persimmons in about half a month.

The persimmons made by my wife are soft, glutinous and sweet. Looking at the persimmons on the tree, Mr. Ye is a little greedy.

On the way down the mountain, I came across several chestnut trees, and their branches were covered with small thorn balls.

Yes, yes, this is a good harvest year.

A few days before the autumn harvest, every household in the village begins to prepare meat to nourish their family members in preparation for the autumn harvest.

Harvesting grain is the most important time of the year. Women are used as men and men are used as livestock.

No matter how poor a family is, they must replenish their food in advance before harvesting, otherwise the body will not be able to bear it.

Those who have more money can go to town to cut meat and come back to make braised pork.

If you search for something, just send your children to catch voles in the fields or catch fish in the river.

For several days, the village was filled with the aroma of various meats. The happiest people were the children at home, who were as happy as during the New Year.

In the village, you can often see a group of little kids gathered together, chattering and showing off what kind of meat they will eat at home today, and competing with each other.

Compared with Mr. Ye, who leaves early and comes back late every day, traveling in the fields and mountains, the Tang family's father and son seem much more leisurely.

The herbs on the mountain can be picked at any time, so Tang Xiaojing is not in a hurry. I thought that after the autumn harvest, I would slowly pick it back and process it.

As for the family fields, there are also long-term workers taking care of them. The two of them don't worry too much and go back early every day to entertain their children.

A few days before the autumn harvest, the sun was shining and the weather was cloudless.

God is good, and farmers will suffer less.

Every household in the village is carrying out the autumn harvest with great joy, and grain from the fields is transported home one sack after another.

The joy of the harvest overwhelms the physical fatigue.

As if they were never tired, everyone got up to work before dawn, and waited until dark at night before rushing home reluctantly.

Tang Xiaojing and Tangshan changed from their laziness before the autumn harvest and went out early and came back late every day.

When the father and son went out in the morning, Chenchen was still awake. When they came back, the little one fell asleep again.

For several days, the father and son hardly said hello to Chenchen who was awake.

The air is crisp in autumn, the autumn harvest is not as hot as the summer harvest, and people are more comfortable.

Like Xia Shu, Tang Xiaojing hired an aunt to help cook for the long-term workers.

Aunt Chen is also busy with her own fields. Ye Qingqing takes care of Chenchen at home every day and does embroidery while the little one is asleep.

The autumn harvest only requires harvesting grain, and there is no need to plant rice for the next season.

In about eight days, both the Tang family and the Ye family had harvested the rice in the fields.

The golden rice fields turned into rice drying on the drying field.

The remaining corn and peanuts were harvested in two days.

After the grain is harvested, it has to be dried. Every day, a bunch of children, big and small, gather there. While the rice is drying, they all shoot sparrows with slingshots.

After the sparrows were shot, a group of little guys were still roasting and eating them in the field, and they all ate like colorful-faced cats.

Although each person only got a small bite, they were so happy and filled with the joyful laughter of the little ones everywhere.

The grain in the fields has been harvested, and all kinds of fruits on the mountains are ripe.

The persimmons and dates in Xiaohoushan have actually matured for a long time, but they were busy harvesting grain before.

Early in the morning, Mr. Ye took his family's long-term workers to Xiaohoushan.

Looking around, the golden persimmons, red dates, and chestnuts that have fallen all over the ground are all good things.

Each heavy persimmon as big as a fist bent the branches.

In addition to the persimmon trees, the most eye-catching thing is a large area of ​​jujube trees.

Fortunately, there is a long-term worker living at the foot of the mountain and a few dogs guarding it, otherwise these things on the mountain would have been stolen long ago.

Mr. Ye and his long-term workers picked all the edible fruits from the mountains and transported them home one by one.

As soon as the rice was harvested into the cellar, the drying fields were covered with red dates.

There were piles of persimmons like a mountain, and Mrs. Ye was going to make them into persimmon cakes.

Persimmons are durable and delicious, so you can keep them and sell them later.

In order to make persimmons, Mrs. Ye asked several women she knew well in the village to help peel the persimmons.

Old Mrs. Ye peeled persimmons with the women in the village. These women gossiped and complained about things at home. The Ye family was as lively as a big party every day.

Seeing Mrs. Ye and Wang Chunyu peeling persimmons, Xiao Qi, a greedy little cat, quietly ran over to eat them.

The little guy held a persimmon bigger than his fist and took a big bite.

It's just that the little guy didn't expect that the persimmon, which looked very good-looking, would be so unpalatable, bitter and astringent.

"Bah, it tastes so bad~, my grandma doesn't taste good~"

Mrs. Ye looked at the little guy's chubby little face and wrinkled it up, and couldn't help laughing:

"Hahaha, you silly boy, you can't eat persimmons yet, you are going to make persimmons."

Wang Chunyu even mocked ruthlessly:

"Hahaha, you deserve it. Who let you, a greedy little cat, eat it secretly?"

"Mother is bad~, grandma is bad~"

Seeing that everyone was laughing at him, Xiao Qi covered her face and ran away.

"Grandma, how long does it take to make the persimmons?"

Wang Chunyu particularly likes the persimmons made by Mrs. Ye. They are soft, glutinous, sweet and oozing with honey. One bite will fill your mouth with sweetness.

Not only her, but also everyone in the family particularly likes the persimmons made by Mrs. Ye. Ye Xilin always eats them every time she makes them.

"After peeling the persimmons, there are many steps to drying and kneading them. It will take more than half a month anyway."

Mrs. Ye saw that her granddaughter-in-law liked to eat persimmons, so she taught her step by step how to make persimmons.