Scholars in the courtyard

The New Year is coming, the New Year is passing, and the New Year always disappears into the memory inadvertently.

Of course, as for memories, there are joys and unforgettable moments, but also bitterness.

For Yang Xiaotao, this year was a normal one, with nothing extraordinary happening and no trouble with a few animals.

As for life, even if supplies are reduced, with his system, he will not be short of food at all.

If you don't want to be too ostentatious, the few people you are close to will also be taken care of.

Other families in the courtyard are living a tight life, especially the Jia family. Except for the lively New Year's Eve at the uncle's house, the rest of the time has become quiet.

There are two children at home, and Jia Dongxu alone cannot support the family.

Fortunately, Yi Zhonghai sent some stick noodles from time to time and supported the counting of money tickets, so the family did not run out of food.

Even so, Mrs. Jia and Zhang still dominated and enjoyed the success, and gained weight from eating.

Qin Huairu wanted to find a temporary job, but with two children at home, Jia Zhang was not a reliable person. She was interested in watching the memes, but Xiaodang...

Qin Huairu didn't dare to hand it over to her after talking about losing money all day long.

In the second uncle's house, the Liu Guangtian brothers have been crying since the Chinese New Year.

At the third uncle's house, the search was even more intense. On the night of New Year's Eve, Yan Fugui counted the peanuts one by one and distributed them to his children.

Xu Damao's family is lively. With his clever words and small favors in the courtyard, his reputation has been restored, and his relationship with Lou Xiao'e has also improved a lot.

It's just that the two of them have never come to an end on the child issue, which has become a worry for both of them.

As soon as the light wheel of time turns, we say goodbye to the cold, pass through spring, and go straight to summer.

The sun is scorching hot, the earth is scorched by the sun, and the whole person becomes lazy.

Yang Xiaotao leaned against the weeping willow, holding a book in his hand, reading with gusto, without even looking at the fishing rod in front of him.

After the New Year, Yang Xiaotao became busy. Starting in March, Yang Xiaotao began breeding in the yard. The harvested hybrid seeds continued to accumulate. In April, the seeds were sent back to Yangjiazhuang, and Xiaowei was asked to continue working to continue planting autumn corn. Breeding.

Calculating the time, three months have passed now, and it is almost the day of harvest.

Yang Xiaotao closed the book and put it on the backpack next to him, thinking to himself.

Then he stretched out, looked towards the water, and put his hands on the fishing rod.

Next to him, Wangcai was lying on the ground and waving his tail in boredom. Next to him, Uncle Chen stared nervously at the ripples of the fish.

Wow

Suddenly, Yang Xiaotao quickly swung the fishing rod up, and a carp broke through the water, swung in the air, and finally landed on the ground.

Yang Xiaotao pulled the fish over, weighed it, and threw it into the fish bucket.

Then he gestured to the envious Uncle Chen, meaning that he had caught eight fish.

Looking at Uncle Chen's fish bucket, there is only one small crucian carp as big as a palm, and the gap between the two is evident.

Yang Xiaotao saw that Uncle Chen ignored him and continued to take the bait.

Since his fishing skill was promoted to level four, Yang Xiaotao no longer needs Xiao Wei to take action when fishing.

Although it is not guaranteed to hit every time, it can be caught five or six times out of ten. For those fishermen who do not catch much in a day, this efficiency is already very high.

Wow

Another carp was thrown up, and Uncle Chen on the side took a deep breath.

"No more fishing, go home."

After saying that, he got up and packed his things. Yang Xiaotao laughed, threw the carp with the hook off into the bucket, then stood up, put on his schoolbag, and walked back with the fish bucket.

Just when the two of them returned home, Yangjiazhuang was already busy.

On the ground, looking at the corn stalks that were taller than a man, Yang Dazhuang and the young men in the team all looked happy.

The last time Yang Xiaotao returned to the village, the entire Yangjiazhuang, at the insistence of Mr. Yang, used all the land originally planted for other crops to grow corn, so that more than 200 acres of hybrid corn were planted in the entire village.

At first, everyone felt that it was a bit rash and unreliable, so they all thought of planting less to avoid causing trouble and causing losses to the village.

But now, more than two months of wind and rain have passed, and not only have there been no problems with these corns, they are also the same as those in last year's experiment. Each one is long, thick, and thick. When you peel one off, you can see the porcelain corn kernels inside. Not only plump but also quite big.

If this is dried, more flour will be ground.

Yang Dazhuang is now not only grateful to Yang Xiaotao for getting such good seeds, but also grateful to Mr. Yang for overcoming everyone's opinions.

Otherwise, looking at this situation, I will regret it and hit the wall?

Even so, he still blamed himself a little.

“This fall, all corn will be planted.”

Thinking in his mind, he waved his hand, and the young and strong laborers who had been waiting for a long time waved their sickles and immediately stepped forward.

Yang Dazhuang also walked to the field, bent down, passed the three corn stalks forward with the blade, and then pushed back.

Jam

Jam

Jam

After three consecutive calls, Yang Dazhuang grasped the three corn stalks in his hand, feeling the heavy weight and filling his heart with joy.

He quickly put the corn stalk in his hand beside him and continued to move the sickle forward.

Behind him, his wife Wang, wearing a bamboo hat, pulled up the corn stalks and gathered them together. Then she held the end of the corn cobs with her left hand and broke them off with her right hand.

With a snap, a piece of corn wrapped in skin was detached from the corn stalk and thrown into a basket aside.

As for the corn cobs inside, I still have to find time to dig them out.

The remaining coats can not only be burned in the sun but also processed by hand after being dried. This is what the old people in the village use to make futons.

Throw it aside to the ground, and then break another one.

Naturally, there were people behind them who collected them and brought them back together.

Jam

snap

The rhythm of the two people's cooperation is like the sound of labor, clear and beautiful.

For a moment, the entire field was filled with a popping sound, like a harvester clearing away patches of yellow corn.

Mr. Yang was sitting in front of a hill-like pile of corn. With quick movements, he tore it with both hands and then broke it with force. A thick and tender corn cob appeared in his hand.

Mr. Yang weighed it with his hands, and there were busy people on both sides. "This one weighs at least half a catty!"

An old man next to him looked at Lehe and said, "What's the point? I'm so big."

As he spoke, Mr. Yang threw the corn into the basket behind him. A few boys next to him lifted the full basket away with force and took it to the threshing floor, where it was spread out to dry.

Mr. Yang continued to peel off the skin, and the smile on his face never broke.

At this moment, the heart that had been hanging around finally let go.

The same goes for some old men and women around me. They are particularly happy this year.

They are all old people working in the fields. During harvest time, they can estimate the approximate output at a glance.

Like the small hills in front of us now, not to mention normal years, even last year, most of the corn fields were harvested.

But now, according to Yang Shitou who brought it back, he only collected one-third.

There's still a lot left.

Mr. Yang is sweet in his heart. What does this mean?

It means these sticks are big and the harvest is good.

"His grandpa, your grandson is awesome!"

The old man next to him gave a thumbs up, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

"With so much food harvested this time, our villagers won't have to go hungry in the end!"

After hearing this, Mr. Yang smiled proudly.

"The juniors have their own ideas. Those of us who are about to be buried can help if we can, and those who can't help can just stay at home for them!"

"That's right, that's right."

"By the way, does that boy have a wife?"

"That stinky boy, it's okay. I'll have to talk about it when I come back next time. I can't leave someone to take care of me."

"Yes, yes. By the way, my second daughter is..."

"Put it down, that girl is only sixteen, stop talking and get to work!"

When Mr. Yang heard this, he immediately stopped talking. At this moment, several old women had raised their heads. If he opened an opening, someone would lead his daughter to him tonight.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."

"Won't you take out the bottle of wine you have hidden in your home to celebrate?"

"Why are you celebrating? Let's wait until the collection is finished!"

"Just pick it, who doesn't know that you took away the cigarettes you brought back last time?"

"What do you mean withholding it? That's the filial piety of other people's children!"

"Filial piety? After all, I'm still his cousin!"

"Yang Lao Yao, go ahead. In terms of seniority, you have no right to speak."

"Ouch, you are starting to be unreasonable. Everyone, listen up. Old Yangtou is starting to act rogue again!"

There was laughter all around.

"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words."

A few people were joking again, but Mr. Yang didn't make a fuss. They had been friends for many years, and they had been through wind and fire together. Who didn't know who was still left behind after life and death?

Who has annoyed whom?

However, looking at the corn in front of him, Yang Xiaotao was once again on his mind.

"Do it quickly!"

"After you're done, let's eat!"

Haha~~~

A week later, on the threshing floor, the corn was roasted by the sun and lost moisture rapidly, and the dried corn turned orange.

Everyone in Yangjiazhuang gathered around. A large pile of corn was placed in front of them, and then everyone started kneading it with their hands.

The dried corn kernels become hard and fall off quickly under strong force.

After a while, everyone's legs and feet were drowned in corn.

After working like this for three days, many people in the village had their hands worn out, so they picked off all the harvested corn. Taking advantage of the good weather, they walked on the threshing floor to dry out the corn for two days before starting to pack it into bags and put it on the scale.

As night falls, everyone in Yangjiazhuang is still in high spirits.

Yang Dazhuang stood under the only light bulb in the courtyard of the large team. There were two strong men in front of him. One was holding a wooden stick as thick as his arm, and the other was holding a wooden scale. The big iron weights in his hands seemed to sink.

There is also a wooden frame in front of the two people, which is fastened with ropes.

There were many people around inside and outside the courtyard, all waiting.

"Master!"

Yang Dazhuang glanced at Mr. Yang who was sitting at the table beside him. He had a pen and paper in his hand and was ready.

"Okay, everyone, let's go to the weigh-in!"

As Yang Dazhuang's voice fell, Yang Shitou and a young man next to him immediately lifted a bag of corn into the frame.

By the way, put the rope on the iron hook of the wooden scale.

The two men also inserted the wood into the steel ring and then put it on their shoulders.

"rise!"

As the two men shouted, the wooden scale pulled down the wooden frame and lifted it up, and then Yang Dazhuang pulled the weight aside.

Under the action of the lever, the wooden scale quickly balanced. After three breaths, the wooden frame was lowered. Yang Dazhuang just glanced at the bronze star on the scale, and a smile appeared on his face.

"165 pounds and 4 taels!"

"165!"

Roar~~~

When everyone heard this, they immediately shouted.

Mr. Yang on the side immediately wrote it down and just peeled it off in his mind.

The number under my hand changed to 160 pounds and 4 taels.

Even so, several old people watching the excitement were still mumbling.

"160, usually a bag is only over 150. These corn kernels are so honest!"

"Stop talking, there's more, there's more."

On the other side, another bag weighs.

"172 pounds and 1 tael!"

"166 pounds and 8 taels!"

…

Voices rang out one after another, and cheers continued to be heard throughout the compound. Mr. Yang's arms trembled as he recorded. These numbers represented not only food, but also the lifeblood of the village.

Most of the night passed, but the noise in the courtyard still continued.

There have been five different people carrying the scales, and someone else has taken the records.

In the corner of the yard, a pile of corn bags was stacked so high that it was almost as high as the yard wall.

2. Outside, the enthusiastic people were still carrying bags of corn, waiting to be weighed.

The next day, early morning.

When the last bag of corn was weighed, everyone still gathered together and looked at the bag of corn that was gradually becoming clearer in the sun. It was tall and thick, and they felt relieved.

"Don't even call me, I'm going to sleep up there today!"

Yang Shitou couldn't help but lie down on the top bag, smelling the smell of corn in the air, patting here and there, touching there, and shouting to his companions.

"Leave one for me, I want to sleep too. Be at ease!"

"So much corn, this is the first time I've seen it in my life."

"Boy, go home and get some wine. We'll have dinner here today."

Everyone was excited and talked about anything.

But the common theme is that we have gained too much this time.