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

Qin Yao sighed helplessly and walked towards the kitchen to light a fire and boil water.

Add two more firewood to the stove hole to let the fire burn vigorously. While the water is boiling, I go to the yard, pick up the wooden rake, and spread out the piled grain again.

The scorching sun in late July is still very strong, and the water on the ground that was wet just now has completely evaporated. The millet is spread out again and needs to be dried as soon as possible, otherwise it will really spoil.

The wooden rake swept in front of the four brothers and sisters. The four of them took a step back without leaving. They just stood there looking at Qin Yao, at a loss.

"Everyone go back to the house and change out of their wet clothes. After a while, the hot water will be boiled, and everyone will wipe their faces. Then drink a bowl of ginger soup to prevent the cold." Qin Yao pointed to the children's room and waved her hand to indicate that they should go in quickly.

Sanlang cried till he had snot and tears. Qin Yao clicked her tongue twice and asked Dalang to help him wring out the snot first.

"Aniang, aren't you angry?" Siniang asked in a low voice.

Qin Yao shrugged, "You didn't mean it. Why should I be angry? It's good to be able to do this in such a short time. Go and change clothes. I'm only angry when I'm really sick!"

If you are sick, you have to take medicine, and taking medicine costs money, which is much more than the millet in the yard.

The four older men looked at me and I looked at you. They breathed a sigh of relief and went into the house to change clothes.

In fact, not much of the millet is wet. Even the outermost layer has not yet penetrated inside. If it is spread out, it can dry in the sun for an afternoon.

The crops in the backyard were harvested early and were still in good condition. Qin Yao poured them out again and spread them out to dry in the sun. Looking at the millet in the front and backyard, she wiped the drops of sweat or rain rolling down her forehead, and deeply understood the farmers' attitude. not easy.

It really depends on the weather, and it is not easy to have everything go smoothly.

She had noticed in advance that the weather was going to be different, but people were quarrying in the mountains and couldn't get back in time.

Temporary rain has no pattern and can only be seen a few minutes before it occurs. Naturally, it is impossible to prevent it in advance.

But after all, it was still because there was no rainproof cloth.

It seems that next year I have to prepare a few rolls of drying mats in advance. They are made of bamboo and are spread out in different sizes, such as two meters by five meters, three meters by eight meters, etc. They are usually used to dry other things, such as peppers and vegetables. They are also good. use.

Because she had no farming experience, Qin Yao had never thought of this before.

"Aunt."

Dalang didn't know when he had changed his clothes and came behind him. The young boy blamed himself and said:

"The heavy rain came so fast that we couldn't harvest it quickly and the grain got wet."

Qin Yao put the wooden rake on the wall and walked up to pat him on the shoulder. "It's okay. It's only a little wet. It will dry out in the afternoon. You have to turn over it more diligently. I'll have to go back later."

Without her help, the progress of the quarrying team would probably be very slow.

Before, I only took a few stones, but I didn't realize how solid the stone mountain was. Now the amount needed suddenly increased several times. Without explosives, it was quite difficult to take the stones manually.

Thanks to her great strength, she drove the spikes into the holes at fixed points and broke the surface, and was able to knock the stones off the stone wall.

No one else could do this job except her, and she would have to rush back soon.

The hot water has been boiled. Qin Yao smiled at Dalang who was under great psychological pressure, scooped out water to wipe their bodies, and used a small clay pot to take out the excess boiling water. She cut individual pieces of ginger and put them in to boil.

Including herself, the mother and her son each had a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the cold.

But Saburo has already been tricked, and his two noses are flowing down uncontrollably, and he has to suck it from time to time.

Qin Yao asked him to come to her and touch his forehead. If there was no fever, he could heal on his own.

After asking the four brothers and sisters to stay well at home, Qin Yao left again.

I was busy at the quarrying site until sunset in the evening, and then I led the team back and went home.

When passing the water mill, Qin Yao went in and took a look. Everything was normal, and the cash box was taken home by Erlang.

As she walked home, she smelled the fragrance of rice in the distance. She took a deep breath and her stomach rumbled. She was hungry quickly after doing heavy physical work.

"Aniang!"

Siniang's cheerful voice came from above her head. When the little girl saw her, she immediately ran down the slope to pick her up.

"Mom, the millet has been dried. Grandma Wang's family is here again today. The second brother came back with two eggs. The eldest brother is making vegetable and egg soup. We can eat soon."

"Auntie, are you tired? Is it hard to work? Are you going to go tomorrow?"

The little girl raised her head, opened her big watery eyes, and kept chattering like a bird on the tree.

The horse walked slowly behind the mother and daughter. Qin Yao couldn't wait for the short legs beside her, picked up Siniang and kissed her little face.

The little man immediately put his head into the crook of her neck and nuzzled her gently like a cat.

While she wasn't paying attention, "Boo Chi" kissed her on the cheek, raised his little hand to cover his face, and peeked at her expression with a finger gap.

Seeing her laughing, she put down her little hands and giggled too.

"Aniang." Siniang called her softly.

Qin Yao hummed.

She called "Aniang~" again

"Huh?" Qin Yao looked at her arms in confusion. The little girl just smiled at her, her eyes full of admiration, and she confessed seriously: "Sister-in-law loves A-niang the most!"

Qin Yao's heart softened and she asked deliberately: "Really? Are you your number one favorite?"

Si Niang nodded her head without hesitation, "Yes! Si Niang likes A Niang the most, the most in the world!"

Qin Yao raised the corners of her mouth and touched Siniang's forehead with her forehead, "You little flatterer."

"That fourth mother is grandma's flatterer." Fourth mother hugged Qin Yao's neck tightly and shook her head proudly.

The mother and daughter returned home talking and laughing. The millet all over the yard had been collected, packed in bamboo baskets and placed on the porch and in the open space.

The framed millet was too heavy for the four brothers and sisters to move, so they were all framed. Afterwards, Qin Yao moved it into the main room and moved it out in the morning for them to spread it out to dry.

Part of the front yard was wet with rain, so Qin Yao picked it out and put it aside. It will be exposed to the sun for another day tomorrow, and then it can be stored in the granary.

The dinner was quite sumptuous, with white rice, egg and vegetable soup and soy sauce spareribs.

Qin Yao had to praise Dalang's good skills, "You can make such a complicated dish as sauced pork ribs. Liu Dalang, you are amazing!"

Dalang was a little embarrassed, "I learned it from my grandmother and second aunt."

The implication is that the masters teach well.

Qin Yao waved her hand, "No, no, no, you can achieve this result only by working hard. Don't deny your ability. It's because you have talent."

She, for one, is impatient to learn these complicated dishes. Just preparing the dishes takes a long time, and after finishing, she has to clean the stove and wash the pots, which wastes time.

"Da Lang." Qin Yao said to Da Lang while chewing the ribs: "Men who can do housework are very popular in the marriage market. I won't worry about you marrying a wife in the future."

"Cough cough cough!"

The elder man coughed violently. He was so frightened by the stepmother's bold and straightforward words that he choked on his food and coughed until tears came out.

Qin Yao glanced at him with hatred, but what she was thinking about was Liu Fei.

For a fifteen-year-old boy who was just entering the third grade of junior high school in modern times, Zhang was already looking for matchmakers everywhere to arrange a marriage for him.

From the looks of it, I think I decided to get married a year ago and get married next year.

According to this age, her eldest son is nine years old this year, which means it will be his turn in six years.

"It's too early." Qin Yao whispered to herself, then looked at Dalang and shook her head. She had to be at least eighteen before she could get married.

Dalang felt nervous when he saw him——

Weak, pitiful, helpless.