Golden wheat stands on top of each other, and the field seems to be covered with a thick blanket.
The breeze blew, causing waves to form on the wheat blanket, and the ears of wheat collided with each other, making a splashing sound.
When Wu Zhao heard the tune humming from Yuan Xi's mouth, his eyes lit up and he praised: "I have never heard of this tune. It is melodious and melodious, but it is also memorable. It is really extraordinary."
She immediately wondered: "The so-called rice flowers are not the rice from the Jiangdong rice fields, but everything in front of me is wheat."
Yuan Xi smiled and said: "Indeed, this is the song of my hometown. It is indeed about the rice fields."
"But when you look at it, it's just as appropriate."
"These several thousand acres of farmland were slowly reclaimed by me and my people after I came to Beixin City for three years. Originally, there were only more than a thousand acres of wasteland."
"In the first year, I was beaten out of the city and thousands of acres of wheat were stolen by Gongsun Zan's army."
"The next year, the two sides fought for the wheat fields. Both sides suffered a lot of casualties, but at least they managed to capture less than half."
"There were several times when foreign tribes were wreaking havoc and destroying many defensive cities."
"Only this year, if Gongsun Zan's army and the Xiongnu are completely repulsed, can we harvest safely."
"Raising an army for a thousand days is just for this moment."
Wu Zhao looked at the people in front of and behind the car, all with happy smiles on their faces. This was an extremely rare sight. He couldn't help but be affected, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
Yuan Xi looked sideways and couldn't help but feel a little dazed, thinking that although Wu Zhao's face was ruined, his facial features seemed to be getting more interesting as he looked at him?
Is this because you have been single for a long time?
He wanted to take a closer look. Wu Zhao noticed it and quickly lowered his head and said, "Young master, are there any other songs in the future?"
Yuan Xi thought to himself that Wu Zhao wouldn't be able to understand this tune if he sang it word for word, so he had to change it a little bit. He smiled and said, "I can't remember the last part very clearly. After I finish harvesting the wheat, I'll think about it before I sing it again." Here you go."
He stood up straight in the car, raised his fists in the air, and shouted: "I'll harvest the wheat today, please!"
Everyone listened and responded sparsely.
Yuan Xi shouted: "Nothing else, whether it is wheat rice or flour cakes these days, I have enough to eat!"
After hearing this, everyone cheered loudly, with heartfelt smiles on their faces.
This is the real deal. In the past few days, everyone has been rushing out to harvest wheat, just to have two full meals a day!
Soon, people crowded into the wheat fields and harvested them sweating like rain.
There is a mill beside the river, and the open space next to it was leveled and used as a wheat field, and now it is beginning to be used.
If the Huns had not been killed the day before yesterday, the mill and wheat fields would have been destroyed, and the people in Beixin City could only spend this winter staring blankly.
The cut wheat will be sent to the wheat field by the river to remove the straw and dry it. If the sun is good, it only takes half a day to dry the water, put it into a stone mill and grind it into powder and make flour cakes.
There are also women who make a stove and light a fire on the spot, put fresh wheat grains into a pot, pour in river water, and cook wheat rice.
What's more, when harvesting, I can't wait to put the moisture-filled wheat ears into my mouth and chew them desperately.
Others are not surprised because they are doing the same thing.
It's been a long time since I've had a full meal.
Erlang, the elder, was also in the crowd. Seeing that Erlang was eating too hard, Dalang couldn't help but said: "Erlang, if you eat too much of this raw food, your stomach will hurt. If you endure it until noon, you will have wheat rice to eat."
Erlang was holding the sickle in his hand, his mouth was full of wheat ears, and he said vaguely: "I'm so hungry that I don't have the strength anymore. Let's eat first, don't worry about anything else."
"We don't know how many more full meals we can have."
Yuan Xi went down to the wheat field, but Wu Zhao followed dozens of women to the river to pick wild vegetables. After cleaning them by the river, he took them to the large pots in the wheat field, tore the wild vegetables into pieces and put them into the cooked wheat rice. in the pot.
The aroma of wheat grains, mixed with the smell of wild vegetables, floated out from the pot and filled the entire wheat field, making everyone's throats tremble and they swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.
Wu Zhao discovered that among these women, there were actually quite a few familiar ones. They were all kidnapped by the Huns with her a few days ago and were rescued by Yuan Xi's men.
The few people were naturally overjoyed to meet each other. While washing wild vegetables by the river, they talked about their situation in Beixin City these days.
Those few women, along with hundreds of other women, were temporarily placed in an empty house in Beixin City. At first, they were still anxious, fearing that one day they would be assigned to soldiers or be sold.
At that time, even the regular armies of the Han Dynasty, such as the troops of Dong Zhuo, Gongsun Zan and others, often robbed the people. The women who were robbed often had no choice but to submit.
To their surprise, Beixin City did not force them. They only said that the city did not support idle people, and if they wanted to go home, they had to find a way to work on their own.
Therefore, these women, who are good at weaving, sewing, or doing odd jobs, are all trying to make a living.
Today they heard that the wheat harvesters were full, so they all ran out.
Of course, there are also those who are willing to marry.
The soldiers in Beixin City were paid several times as much as the ordinary people. If they saved money on food, they would be enough to support another woman.
This is also the choice of many women, after all, they will have food to eat.
After hearing this, Wu Zhao felt complicated. Yuan Xi sometimes wanted to let everyone eat, but sometimes he did things without mercy. In troubled times, neither kindness nor cruelty can last long. Could it be that he is the correct one?
Those women heard that Wu Zhao helped Yuan Xi kill the enemy chief by chance, so they had been living in Yuan Xi's house, and they all showed envy on their faces.
A young lady lamented: "If Sister Wu's appearance had not been ruined, she might have been favored by General Yuan. Why am I not so lucky?"
"That's the son of the famous Yuan Zhoumu. Even if you become his concubine and maid, you won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life!"
The other women all agreed, but Wu Zhao didn't think so, and there was no food left in the general's mansion.
After other women heard about it, they gathered around and asked Wu Zhao to help him say something nice in front of Yuan Xi.
They all wanted to enter Yuan Xi's house!
While Wu Zhao was stunned, he realized that now that he was alive and had a place to eat, where else could be better than the City Lord's Mansion?
She was so confused by the entanglement of the girls that she could only agree perfunctorily, but from a distance, several men dressed as soldiers came over, carrying a few hares that had been shot to death with arrows.
The leader was Sun Li. He took out his short knife and disemboweled the hare by the river. He turned to Wu Zhao and said, "Brother Yuan said that he will let you go to the mill for dinner later."
Among the women, some smart ones knew that this young man was one of Yuan Xi's soldiers. They quickly came up and snatched the hare from Sun Li's hand and helped clean it.
Some of the bold ones were still rubbing against Sun Li. Sun Li was just a young man and his face turned red, but his eyes couldn't help but stare at the ups and downs of the women's chests and couldn't move their eyes away.
Less than half a moment later, Wu Zhao was stunned to see a pretty young girl with a blushing face holding Sun Li's arm, and they went back together!
She remembered Yuan Xi's words.
Don't persuade others to do good without going through their suffering.
Besides, marrying a soldier is not necessarily bad for some women.
At least there is food to eat on weekdays, and even if a soldier dies in battle, the army will give him a compassionate allowance, which is enough for the widow to live for several years.
Wu Zhao felt quite uncomfortable. When will this chaotic world end, and who will end it?
