Wear to the Ming Dynasty to farm

When the red sun was hanging on the west mountain, the two returned home. At this time, the sunset was red, and the light shining on people was warm and soft.

Mother Qian had already cooked the meal, but Qiao Jiwei's expression was still unkind when he went out of the kitchen.

Mother Qian only made pimple soup tonight, using flour milled from last year's wheat.There are only some pickles prepared on the table as side dishes, presumably the anger has not dissipated, otherwise the meal would not be so perfunctory.

Qiao Jiwei tried his best to avoid Qian's mother's disgusting gaze, and was about to take a bowl of rice with his head down, when suddenly Qian's mother on the opposite side slapped the table, "Get out of here!"

Qiao Jiwei put down the bowl, stepped out of the house and stood in the courtyard.

Qian Dayong had been silently looking at Qiao Jiwei in the courtyard, and Qian's mother brought the bowl of pimple soup to Qian Dayong: "Eat quickly, and leave him alone."

"Mom, I'm not hungry now."

Qian Dayong stood up suddenly, startling Qian's mother.He passed by Qiao Jiwei, said "go" and walked forward without looking back. Qiao Jiwei realized that Qian Dayong was two meters away.He tried to move his feet, following Qian Dayong's back.The two walked out of the courtyard, one behind the other, step by step.

Witnessing the whole process, Qian's mother snorted coldly, "See what you two are eating today." She sat down and drank the pimple soup with a spoon, taking a bite of pickles.From time to time, he raised his head to see the figures of the two people drifting away.

On the way, Qian Dayong's stomach growled, and Qiao Jiwei couldn't help but smile, "Look at the consequences of your bravery."

Qian Dayong paused, and there seemed to be some haze on his face. He wanted to share the pain with Qiao Jiwei, but Qiao Jiwei smiled heartlessly. "Hey! Don't you think about why I can't eat."

Qiao Jiwei was still laughing, and moved closer to Qian Dayong, "I'm thin, and I don't feel like I'd skip a meal or two. But you won't be able to do it. You have to cut the wheat tomorrow, so don't feel good today What energy do you have to go to the ground after a meal?"

Even though Qiao Jiwei said so, he actually felt very hungry himself.In ancient times, rice was not very nutritious and contained few calories. In addition, Qian Dayong's family was poor and ate clear soup and white noodles all day long.In the future, I have to think of some ways to make money.

Qian Dayong turned around, walked towards the field, and looked back at Qiao Jiwei, "Go, I'll take you to eat delicious food."

There is a large field in front, what else is there to eat, is it possible that Qian Dayong wants to go to the town? "It's getting late, don't walk so far."

Qian Dayong was noncommittal, "It's not far away, you'll know when you go."

It wasn't until the two arrived at the destination that Qiao Jiwei understood what "not far away" meant. The place Qian Dayong said was his family's wheat field, Qiao Jiwei couldn't help but turn dark, "What delicious food can be found here?"

Qian Dayong glanced at him, smiled foolishly, bent down and picked out a grain of wheat from the ears of wheat, put the grain of wheat in his palm and declared it to Qiao Jiwei, "This is it."

Qiao Jiwei had been arguing for a long time because of the delicacies of mountains and seas. Qiao Jiwei was really worried about Qian Dayong's ability to create surprises, "Hey, what did I think it was! Is this delicious?"

Qiao Jiwei threw the half-green and half-yellow wheat grains into his mouth, "Try it if you don't believe me."

Qiao Jiwei dug up a few grains of wheat just like Qian Dayong, and swallowed them all at once.At this time, the wheat grains were just ripe and had not been exposed to the sun. The wheat grains in his mouth were soft, and the water in the grains was squeezed between his lips and teeth when he bit into them. Immediately, he took a few more grains of wheat and put them in his mouth.

A sparrow was flying low in the wheat field. The wheat was ripe at this time, and the sparrows inevitably gathered in the field.Qian Dayong picked up a small stone and flicked it with a "bang", and a nearby sparrow fell down.Immediately afterwards, Qian Dayong bounced another stone, and another sparrow fell into the wheat field.Qiao Jiwei praised at the side, he didn't expect Qian Dayong to shoot birds so well.

After roasting the sparrows over the fire, and gnawing the meat bit by bit with the wheat grains, both of them were full in the end.

On the way back, the dusk was getting darker, and gusts of cool wind blew into the clothes room of the two of them, and they were still savoring the aftertaste of wheat in their mouths.A cherry tree on the road was full of bright red cherries, and Qian Dayong walked over to pick cherries for Qiao Jiwei to eat.

After breakfast the next day, Qiao Jiwei and Qian Dayong went on the road to cut wheat with a scythe each.At this time, there were already people in twos and threes on the road in the field. It was the busy farming season, and the crop fields were very lively.

When he arrived at the wheat field, the golden wheat stalks came into Qiao Jiwei's eyes like an ocean, and the ears of wheat stood upright.The wheat field looks endless, as if there is no end.

Two people cut a row of wheat each, and the wheat stalks closer to the ground were cut off by the middle and thrown to the ground, causing some wheat grains to splash everywhere. Mike is a complete novice.When he only cut a small corner of wheat, Qian Dayong had already cut a large piece.

After Qian Dayong finished cutting his row of barley, Qiao Jiwei had cut less than half of it, and was already out of breath, feeling a little powerless.Qian Dayong helped him cut at the other end.

The Qian family planted an entire mu of wheat last year. They said that the wheat had to be dried after harvesting. If it was a rainy season, the wheat would get damp and rot if it was not dried.Besides, the wheat is ripe at a certain point in time, if the farmer misses the good time for harvesting the wheat, they may be in trouble.So Qian Dayong and Qiao Jiwei did not go home at noon, but chose to stay in the field.

At noon, Mother Qian came from a distance with a basket and gradually approached.When he walked up to the two of them, Qiao Jiwei realized that she was here to deliver food.In the basket was a plate of fried rapeseed, occasionally some shredded meat, still steaming; beside it were four steamed buns.This was specially made by Qian's mother for Qian Dayong, because they worked hard to harvest wheat, and they usually don't eat meat easily.

Tired for almost the whole morning, Qiao Jiwei was also a little hungry, looking at the food in the basket, salivating.But she didn't want Qian's mother to put the steamed buns and fried rapeseed next to Qian Dayong where Qiao Jiwei couldn't reach.Then he handed him a bowl of porridge coldly, "This is for you. Don't worry about this dish of rapeseed, you can't even touch it with a chopstick."

This porridge is dark, and people who look at this disgusting bowl of porridge probably lose their appetite. Mother Qian really spent a lot of time cooking this bowl of porridge. She added bark, wheat bran, wheat bran and other foods into the water, but there was no trace of it. Meaty, and there is no dish, so it is not for people to eat.Obviously she is still brooding over what happened yesterday.

Because she had to go home to make clothes, Qian's mother hurried back after serving the two "deserved" meals. Before leaving, she did not forget to tell Qian Dayong not to give Qiao Jiwei rape and steamed buns.

Qiao Jiwei tried to take a sip of this bowl of porridge, but as soon as he swallowed the porridge, Qiao Jiwei spat it out, his face as if he had drunk urine.

Qian Dayong frowned for a moment, got up and took the porridge from Qiao Jiwei's hand, "I'll drink this porridge, and you eat the rapeseed."

Qiao Jiwei reached out to grab the porridge: "No need."

Qian Dayong pushed him: "Hurry up and eat. Only when you are full can you work hard. I like to drink this kind of porridge."

"But the porridge is too bad."

"I have eaten this porridge since I was a child."

Although Qian Dayong said so, after taking a sip of the porridge, his face showed embarrassment, but he still endured to finish the porridge.Qiao Jiwei couldn't bear it. After all, it was Qiao Jiwei who taught Qian's mother such a lesson.

Qiao Jiwei has a small appetite, and he is full after eating only one steamed bun, and more than half of the rapeseed is left.Qiao Jiwei handed the chopsticks to Qian Dayong so that he could eat the rest of the meal.Because there was only one pair of chopsticks, Qiao Jiwei didn't dare to face him when he handed the chopsticks to Qian Dayong, as if he was afraid that Qian Dayong would dislike his saliva, but Qian Dayong didn't realize it, and picked up the chopsticks and devoured the steamed buns.

Qian Dayong and Qiao Jiwei didn't stop working until the setting sun was setting.But after a busy day, they only harvested five points of the wheat, and the remaining half of the wheat remained in the field to be harvested.

Qian Dayong pushed the wheat stalks home with a wooden cart.Qiao Jiwei stayed in the field to guard the sheaves of wheat. Although the folk customs at that time were quite simple, one must guard against others. Among these simple people, there were likely to be a few groups of black sheep.

When Mother Qian saw that the wheat harvest was over, she rushed to the field with a vegetable basket.A pair of small feet walked extremely fast.A lot of wheat grains must have been scattered in the field in one day. At that time, food was still in short supply. If there was a famine, it was common for people to starve to death.Every grain of wheat is cash in the eyes of people, even more precious than dime.Besides, there was a grain tax to be paid at that time, so naturally no grain of wheat would be spared in the field.

Mother Qian was going to pick up wheat grains, if she didn't pick them up, she would definitely be picked up by other women - good wheat was never left for outsiders to pick up.When she arrived in the wheat field, she first bent down to pick up a few grains, then raised her head to glance at Qiao Jiwei, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and pick up the wheat for me, don't stand there in a daze, thinking about being lazy all day long."

Qiao Jiwei didn't show the slightest disobedience on the surface because of this, he still said cheerfully, "Okay!" But in his heart, he might have scolded Qian's mother thousands of times.

At this time, the sun had already set, and it would take a long time to wait until it was completely dark.Farmers returning home at dusk sang ancient songs, echoing in the valley.

After picking up her own wheat grains, Mother Qian was still not satisfied.Taking advantage of the absence of the owner of the nearby wheat field, he went to collect wheat grains in that field.Wheat grains are always good for others, and they are happy only when they are picked up for nothing.Unexpectedly, the woman of that family suddenly appeared on the field with a basket.

Mother Qian was picking it up vigorously. Qiao Jiwei ran over to pull Mother Qian, but Mother Qian opened it with her hand, "Didn't you see that I was picking wheat? If you don't help pick it up, you still want to make trouble! What kind of virtue."

The woman walked up to Qian's mother, "Hey! Hey! What are you doing?"

Mother Qian's hands froze, and she slowly raised her head with a smile on her face, "I'm picking wheat for your family, it's a neighborly affair."

The woman crossed her arms: "You don't need to pick up my wheat, but take care of your own three-acre land first!"

Mother Qian's face was as red as an apple when scolded, but she was still a little bit unconvinced, "It's not good to help you with good intentions, and you don't know good people."

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The day was fruitful, and Qian's mother was also happy. After dinner, she handed over a set of clothes to Qiao Jiwei, "Wear this outfit from now on, don't always wear Dayong's, it doesn't fit you well."

Of course, the material of the clothes is inferior, after all, they are woven with their own linen.But Qiao Jiwei saw that the clothes were woven in a decent way, and the almost perfect weaver made up for the poor quality of the material.After a closer look, it was even more beautiful than the clothes I saw at the market that day. A few days ago, Mother Qian wove this suit for Qiao Jiwei on the loom. Although she didn't like Qiao Jiwei very much, it still took a lot of money to weave this dress. With some thoughtfulness, I even woven a few small blue flowers on the front of the gown.

"Ma'am, you knit really well!" Qiao Jiwei admired sincerely.He thought for a moment, and found a business opportunity in this suit.

Mother Qian smiled miserably.The reason why she has such a good weaver is completely forced by Qian Dayong's grandmother.When Qian Dayong was a child, Qian Dayong's grandmother would always find fault with the clothes after Qian's mother finished knitting them. She would find faults in the clothes, either picking on the ugly flowers, or saying that the collars were not turned well, or directly saying that the silk was spun. Not good enough.Qian Dayong's grandmother would not give up without tearing apart a piece of clothing more than three times.