After dressing up as a stepmother, I transformed the whole family into working in the fields

It took three and a half days for Qin Yao's family to harvest ten acres of land.

Not the fastest, but not slow either.

It's just that Qin Yao's threshing efficiency is not so amazing compared to her efficiency in beheading.

The harvested millet is carried to the house one by one, and the front and back yards are piled high. Taking advantage of the good weather, it is plowed and dried every day.

The last load of millet was carried through the door, and Liu Ji sat down on the sun-heated gravel floor, "Finally the work is done!"

As soon as he said these words, it seemed that he could no longer exert any strength, and his entire soul was in a state of emptiness.

Qin Yao felt better, strode into the main room, and drank half of the pot of water.

The four Dalang brothers and sisters walked slowly and arrived home a little later. Their faces were as red as Guan Gong due to the harsh sun.

Qin Yao looked down at her hands. The skin exposed outside her clothes was all three shades of black.

Three days of sunshine restored her skin, which had been maintained for more than half a year, to its original shape.

Liu Ji, on the other hand, didn't get much tanning. He was leaning against the grain pile, with his hair disheveled and his clothes disheveled, looking like a loose ghost.

"Rest for two-quarters of an hour, then go and call Liu Dafu's family and ask them to take away the food." After Qin Yao ordered, she slumped down on the chair and relaxed.

The four elder men naturally followed suit. They put away the farm tools they had brought back, took off their shoes and socks, and sat in a row under the eaves with bare feet to rest.

Seeing the birds flying down to eat the grains in the yard, Siniang stood up and said "Hey!" and ran over to chase the birds away, "Don't eat my grains!"

Liu Ji grinned, finding it interesting to see his daughter competing with a bird.

Unfortunately, two quarters of an hour came in an instant. He patted his butt and got up and went out, calling Liu Dafu to come and collect the grain.

Five hundred kilograms of grain was harvested from the first acre of land, and everyone was very happy.

But the yield per mu after that was not able to exceed this number. In June, the fields collapsed, resulting in a lot of losses. Only 4,670 kilograms were harvested.

From these ten acres of land, a total of 4,895 jins were harvested, with an average yield of 489 jins per acre.

Compared with previous years, one acre has about fifty kilograms more grain. If you add up a little, you will get nearly five hundred kilograms more grain in ten acres.

Liu Dafu's family received 40%, a total of 1,958 jins.

The remaining 2,937 jins, minus one-fifteenth of the grain tax, finally resulted in 2,741 jins, which is the total harvest of Qin Yao's family this year.

This much grain could be sold for about sixteen taels or four cents of silver based on last year's grain prices.

However, Qin Yao now has to feed four people by herself. The more than 2,700 kilograms are barely enough for her own consumption, and she has no intention of selling them.

Of course, this is barely enough, which refers to a meal of white rice.

If it were other families in the village, it would be very good if they could drink porridge all year round and not starve to death.

If they had this per-acre yield, they would sell most of it and exchange it for money for daily expenses of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

The three brothers Liu Gong led the family's horse-drawn carriage and ox cart, and followed Liu Ji to his house to pull food.

Along the way, he expressed his envy for Liu Ji's family's output per acre many times. He also said that he would buy grain seeds from them and planned to plant his family's seeds next year.

Liu Ji said seriously: "I envy you. You have so many fertile fields and you can harvest so much just by sitting down every year."

The three Liu Gong brothers: "."

"Huh? Why aren't you talking anymore?"

Liu Ji looked at the three of them with a blank look on his face. It would be extremely innocent if he ignored the evil flash in his eyes.

Qin Yao heard movement outside the door and walked out. She saw Liu Ji bringing people and beckoning them into the house.

"The yard is not big enough to dry so much grain, so I have to ask you to take it back first." Qin Yao explained politely.

Only then did the three Liu Gong brothers recover from the awkward atmosphere. One of them went to clarify the receipt with her, and the remaining two worked with Liu Ji to bring the grain back.

They brought baskets. One cart pulled eight baskets and more than 1,900 kilograms of grain. They could pull it all in two trips, very quickly.

Forty percent of the grain was missing, and the remaining space in the front and back yards was just enough for sunbathing.

Qin Yao looked at the sky. There would be at least two sunny days in the next few days, and the food at home could be dried out.

Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, and it is also Liu Ji's last day off.

Qin Yao must make good use of this strong labor force.

The matter of drying the millet was left to the four elder men to keep an eye on. They took the sickle and dragged Liu Ji, who was crying for his father and mother, to the entrance of the village.

The barren grassland in the water mill was covered with grass as far as the eye could see.

Hearing Qin Yao calling for a cut, Liu Ji suddenly felt his eyes darken, "Madam, I seem to have heatstroke!"

Immediately, his body swayed, looking like he was about to fall down at any moment.

Qin Yao turned around and put a sickle on his neck, "Do you want to cut it?"

Liu Ji took a deep breath and blinked twice sincerely, "I'll cut it."

The sickle from his neck was removed.

Qin Yao pointed him to an area with few vines, then plunged into the grassland, swung the knife with a bang, and with her as the center of the circle, the surrounding grass became visibly shorter, revealing the color of the earth.

All day long, other families were celebrating the Hungry Ghost Festival, celebrating the harvest, offering sacrifices to their ancestors with the best rice of the year, and inviting their ancestors to taste it, and they were full of joy.

Qin Yao's family, on the other hand, had cleaned up more than 300 square meters of grassland and did not even think about worshiping their ancestors.

In the evening, when the couple returned home from work and saw the desks and incense candles placed in the courtyards of every house, they suddenly remembered this.

But when the couple looked at each other, they couldn't find any respect for the ancestors, ghosts and gods in each other's eyes.

"Does our house have incense?" Qin Yao asked.

Liu Ji scratched his head, "It seems that the fire will be finished during the Chinese New Year."

"Are there any candles?"

Liu Ji hissed, "It seems that I have used it up too. I was copying books all night long."

Qin Yao thought for a while, "Then why don't you cook two bowls of meat and say goodbye?"

Liu Ji rolled his eyes, "Madam, have you forgotten that our meat was already eaten two days ago?"

It's too late to go to town to buy some, the pork shop has closed its stall early!

Qin Yao was about to say, don’t celebrate this holiday.

Liu Ji suddenly stopped.

Qin Yao looked up and saw that it was the gate of the Liu family's old residence.

Liu Ji pointed to the incense table inside, "We are all from the same ancestor anyway. Let's go home and bring some newly harvested millet over and worship together."

Qin Yao raised her eyebrows, it makes sense!

So, the couple walked home slowly, put down the sickle, washed their hands and faces, took the remaining half pack of snacks and a bowl of newly harvested millet at home, locked the door, and led the four children in the family neatly. Together they came to the Liu family's old house.

"Dad, let's pay homage to our ancestors!"

Liu Ji had snacks in one hand and millet in the other. He arrived before anyone else arrived, shocking He who was in charge of the kitchen so much that his heart skipped a beat.

Turning around, I saw Lao San's family of six appearing in the courtyard, holding new grains for ancestor worship, and I secretly thought something was wrong.

Sure enough, the third child said directly to her: "Sister-in-law, please cook more rice. We will eat here tonight. Our family is very lively."

Mrs. He let out a long sigh. What else could she say when she met this bastard? Just go wash the rice with a ladle!