The house is ancient, and was taken home by a rough man and spoiled

Chapter 328 Autumn Harvest

That night, Shen Yuan entered Su Wanwan's space as he wished and slept on the big soft bed she had slept on.

Of course, some aspects have also been extremely satisfying.

It was a warm night, but everyone in the old house was so excited that they almost couldn't sleep.

Looking at the gold and silver that Shen Su brought back, the whole family was so excited that they couldn't sleep.

They also knew that it was Shen Yuan who was taking care of their family, which allowed Shen Su to take advantage of the situation.

They can't earn this much gold and silver even if they work for ten years.

"It's just right. Wanwan said that we should expand the mill a little bit to make sweet potato vermicelli. We can use the remaining money to buy some land. Oh, and your aunt and her family want to build a house. Let's lend them more money. Since they are building it, let's build it bigger. Baolin will get married sooner or later, so we might as well do it all at once."

Zhang Cuihua has already made plans for the money.

Shen Songqing looked at his wife and was also moved.

Thanks to her management over the years, she has treated his relatives very well, and he is very grateful.

"Your nephew from your mother's side should also help out. The mill needs manpower. If you can't find one, let him come to work in our mill and pay him more. When he earns money, he can go back to the village and build a mill by himself, which will also be a way to make a living."

My mother-in-law's nephew is also a kind man, so it is only right that he helps out.

"Old man, I take what you said seriously. I'll let him come tomorrow."

The couple didn't say anything and Zhang Cuihua agreed directly.

"Let's divide the work at home. The eldest brother's wife and I will stew the meat at home, and you and your nephew will go to the mill to work. The eldest brother, the second brother, and the third brother, you go to help Shen Yuan. Although we have hired some people, they are new after all, and we don't know what their character is like. You have to go and watch them first, so that Shen Yuan will worry less."

"Shen Qing looks after the children at home and finds random work to do."

Zhang Cuihua made clear arrangements for everyone in the family.

No one in the family had any objection.

"Well, it's time for the autumn harvest the day after tomorrow. For now, we'll focus on the autumn harvest. Just like in the past, we all have to work in the fields and finish the autumn harvest and farming as soon as possible."

Shen Songqing is more concerned about the autumn harvest. This year's autumn harvest is very exciting.

In the golden autumn season, the county magistrate personally led several yamen runners and his family to Daliushu Village.

The Agricultural Office has been built and has many rooms, so there is no need to worry about having no place to live.

Aunt Xu brought little Duoduo and simply moved in.

This autumn harvest is not only a matter for thousands of farmers, but also a major event for Xu Huaiyuan.

The matter of sweet potatoes and corn had long been reported to the imperial court. The autumn harvest of Daliushu Village was related to the future food security of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Although the output has been estimated long ago, it is still more exciting than seeing it in person.

The first thing to harvest is the sweet potatoes from the entire village.

Each family owned one acre of land, sometimes even a hundred acres, and people from the county government came to help.

It was not sandy soil, so it was much more difficult to dig than the few acres of sandy soil in Shen Yuan's house, but everyone was working enthusiastically.

As the people watched the bunches of sweet potatoes being dug out from the ground, their faces were filled with smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

Mr. Zhao from the Agriculture Department was also very busy, taking people to the fields to weigh and record.

Shen Yuan's family planted their sweet potatoes early and dug them up early, so they started harvesting other crops.

The first thing is the corn. This is the first time the corn is planted and harvested. It needs to be broken off the cobs one by one and then carried out.

After finishing all this, the corn stalks have to be cut before the next round of farming, which is quite troublesome to collect.

Fortunately, there are now ten slaves at home, who work together and move quickly.

Baskets of corn were lifted out of the fields, piled at the edge of the fields, and finally pulled back home by ox carts.

Since there is no room at home, they are piled up in the workshop.

Su Wanwan took the children home to peel corn husks.

She knows how to do this job. She often did it when she was a child and learned a lot of weaving techniques from her grandmother.

The corn is woven into bunches and hung on the wall to dry, and it can be kept for a long time.

The two old women learned from her, it was new and interesting. These were all food. The boss was so powerful. This acre of land was a lot of food.

Zhao Qinghai knew that his family had harvested corn, so he also ran over to watch.

Looking at the strings of golden corn hanging on the wall in the yard, with their plump grains, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

This scene is so exciting, even more exciting than seeing large fields of wheat drying on the ground.

I really want to find an artist to paint this scene.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of someone, and hurriedly ran to the sweet potato field again, and pulled over a middle-aged man who was about his age.

The man's surname is Meng, and Su Wanwan has met him before.

He was a person Shen Yuan brought back from Xinping County. It was said that he was rescued from Black Wind Village. He was good at mechanical calculations and helped a lot.

Knowing that he was from Daliushu Village, they followed him and said they were looking for an old friend.

This old friend was Zhao Qinghai. It turned out that the two were classmates and even good friends.

Meng Qian likes to travel around. This time, he heard that a village in Tongxu County had invented many agricultural tools and discovered high-yield crops. Thinking of his old friend in Tongxu County, he decided to come and take a look.

Who knew that when he passed by Black Wind Village, he was kidnapped.

Fortunately, he met Shen Yuan who was suppressing bandits and was able to escape. Lord Zhao said that Meng Qian was very learned and was the top scholar of their class. He once served as a fifth-rank official, but in the end he could not stand the intrigues in officialdom. He was too pedantic and did not know how to adapt, so he offended many people. In the end, he had to resign and return home.

After returning to his hometown, he taught in several academies. Although he was not successful in officialdom, he was a good teacher and had a high reputation in the hearts of students all over the world.

Zhao Qinghai called Meng Qian over to ask him to paint.

Meng Qian was not only proficient in mechanical calculations, but also had first-class painting skills.

After coming to Daliushu Village these two days, he has been painting a lot while looking at the crops all over the ground.

He has drawn a lot of sweet potato fields and corn fields, and he was just drawing a picture of the sweet potato harvest.

Su Wanwan had been busy at home today and had not known that Mr. Meng had been painting. When she saw that he still had ink in his hands and a few paintings in his arms, she couldn't help but chuckle and stood up.

Meng Qian was a little unhappy when he was pulled over. This was the first picture of the sweet potato harvest and he wanted to paint a few more.

However, when he saw the scene in the courtyard, his slight unhappiness immediately disappeared, and was replaced by surprise, with his eyes almost shining.

Those orange bunches of corn hanging on the wall are so festive!

Draw! He draws!

This picture of a corn harvest is definitely more pleasing to the eye than the picture of a sweet potato harvest!

Shen Zhao was very tactful and moved a table and set it up directly at the gate. From here, he could see the entire courtyard at a glance.

Meng Qian put down the two pieces of paper in his arms, and Su Wanwan couldn't help but run over to take a look.

To be honest, she had seen ancient inscriptions but had never seen a painting.

In ancient times, there were only ink paintings, no pigments. In fact, it would be nice if the picture of corn harvest could be painted in color.

When Su Wanwan saw the picture of sweet potato harvest he had drawn on the table, her eyes lit up.

Adobe house, corn on a stick (picture from Baidu, please delete if infringed)