Chapter 33 - Busy Summer
"June, June!" Meng Xiaoxi's breath was somewhat unsteady.
"How coincidental, I'm also a June baby! June 9th." Shen Qingzhou said in surprise, "It really is destined by fate; there is indeed some connection."
"June 9th? I was born on the third day of the month, six days older than you!” Meng Xiaoxi began to feel smug.
"I'm six years older than you." Shen Qingzhou's eyes darkened, his grip tightened, pressing down firmly, it felt excellent.
Meng Xiaoxi, blushing, struggled for a moment and said, "Put me down! You bad person!"
Shen Qingzhou leaned his head against his ear and said, "Hold me a little longer."
He's not a bad person. The laws of Da Chu state that one is considered an adult at the age of fifteen. If it were anyone else, they would have already devoured him, but he still clings to that inexplicable bottom line.
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After the last hibernation ended, the silkworms ate more and more. A few days later, they finally slowly stopped eating, their bodies became transparent, and it was clear they were about to spin their cocoons.
At this time, you need to put the straw square frame into the basket, and they will climb up by themselves to find a corner to spin silk and make a nest.
The busy mulberry-picking season has come to an end; we just need to wait for five or six days to harvest the cocoons.
The golden waves of wheat are spreading, and the summer harvest is about to arrive.
The sickles at home need to be prepared in advance, sharpened on an oilstone. After the wheat is cut down, it should be bundled up, then transported back with an ox cart, spread out on the drying ground, and then crushed with a stone roller to separate the grains from the ears.
Shen Qingzhou sighed as he looked at his phone. Don't be fooled by the small corn thresher that the blacksmith shop could make; this large wheat harvester was something he couldn't even think about at this time. He could only endure slowly like everyone else. Fortunately, there were two more people this year.
He checked the weather, and fortunately, it hasn't rained these past few days.
On the last day of April, each person with a sharpened sickle went to the fields to prepare for the summer harvest.
Shen Qingzhou looked at the eager Meng Xiaoxi and frowned, saying, "You'd better not go! It's so hot, and there are wheat awns everywhere, it's really prickly.”
His skin is delicate; he might get hurt.
"More people means more help. There's not much going on at home, so I'll go work for a bit and come back early to cook lunch." Meng Xiaoxi said stubbornly.
This year, his health has improved a lot, and he doesn't want to stay at home all the time. Besides, the chicks have grown bigger than his fist and have already been let out. The ducks and goslings have also been put into the pond at the gate. Yuanbao is lying under the tree at the gate, watching over everything, so nothing will happen.
"Alright then, if you feel unwell later, come back immediately!"
"Got it!"
He talked a big game, but when he actually got down to work, he found it wasn't that easy.
Even though the cuffs were tied and a straw hat was worn, the tiny wheat awns seemed to be everywhere, and the heat waves rolled over the fields.
After a short while, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He lifted his sleeve to wipe it away, but the wheat husk on his sleeve rubbed against his face, leaving streaks of red marks. The sweat mixed with dust made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Shen Qingzhou and the two people had already cut a long distance away. When he turned his head to look, he finally noticed something unusual.
He hurriedly ran over, panting and asking, "How is it? Where does it hurt? Did it get in your eyes?
Meng Xiaoxi gasped for breath and shook his head, "No!"
Shen Qingzhou then realized that not only on the side of his face, but also on his neck, there were streaks of red marks, probably due to an allergy, and even small bumps had appeared. His skin was fair, making these red marks look particularly conspicuous.
He snatched the sickle away, looking somewhat angry: "Didn't I tell you? I told you not to come, but you didn't believe me! Look at this mess!”
"I—"
Meng Xiaoxi felt a bit wronged, "I didn't expect it to turn out like this either."
"Forget it." Shen Qingzhou realized his tone was too harsh and lowered his voice, saying, "I'll take you to the river to wash up first, and you can use well water to wash again when you get back."
This is ancient times, and in the countryside, there aren't any good ointments to apply. I suppose it will be uncomfortable and itchy for a few days before it gets better.
"No need! I'll wash it when I get back. You go ahead! I'm leaving.”
He knew that Shen Qingzhou was concerned about him and didn't mean to blame him; he only blamed himself for being useless, not being able to help, and even causing delays.
"Then you should hurry back."
"No need, the road isn't far. You go ahead!"
"After your break, go back early for dinner."
The car still needs to be kept for harvesting wheat. He can't be of any help, so we can't trouble them any further.
Yao Daocheng and his son were cutting in front, and he was somewhat puzzled, quietly murmuring to his son, "Why is Steward Shen talking to the master like that? The master didn't seem to blame him either."
Although Yao Kang was still young, his skills were quite good, almost keeping up with his father's speed. He seemed a bit impatient: "Why do you care about others?"
"Maybe the boss was just born with this temperament."
He vaguely sensed that the relationship between the two was unusual, but he hadn't seen them do anything out of line. However, they were living under someone else's roof, so it wasn't right to meddle in the host's affairs. It was best to just do his own job well.
Meng Xiaoxi returned home, fetched water to wash his face, and wiped his body. The well water was icy cold, and the burning and prickling sensation was greatly relieved.
At the edge of the soybean field, half a plot of watermelon was originally planted, reserved for the family to eat when it gets hot. It hasn't ripened much yet.
Meng Xiaoxi thought for a moment, went to the kitchen, lit a fire, and boiled a pot of mung bean soup. He let it cool and saved it for them to take to the fields to drink in the afternoon.
Then start preparing the ingredients. Working so hard, you have to keep up with the meals.
The wheat harvested during the day was brought back around noon and in the evening, with the heads of the ears facing up, stacked at the door to dry. To avoid rain, they would wait until the field was completely harvested before grinding them all at once.
Until dinner time, Shen Qingzhou was still feeling guilty about the way he had spoken to him earlier in the day. After the father and son finished their meal and left, he reached out and grabbed the person.
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