The county government's collection of wet grain has subverted everyone's imagination.
Not only the villagers of Xujia Village were shocked, but also the two officials from the granary and a group of handymen.
They looked at the corn sticks with water beads piled in front of them, their brows furrowed into knots, and their heads shook like rattles: "No, no, no, this is not possible at all."
If it weren't for the fact that Xiang Dejin was very familiar with the people here, especially the village chief who kept shouting "aunt" one after another, and seemed to have a good friendship, the two grain depot clerks would have slapped him in the face:
It's a favor from the county magistrate to allow you to hand over wet food, but you actually dare to hand over the stick without even peeling off the grains. It's really too much of a deception!
Xiang Dejin felt something was wrong when he looked at these corn sticks. The county government granary had a large drying area, and there were more than a dozen handymen responsible for drying the grain. But if you let these handymen sit and peel the corn... it would be too much.
Jiang Zhi also felt that he could not embarrass others too much, so he asked everyone in the village to gather at several houses and help peel the grains with tools.
Xu Gensheng and Wu Yang were responsible for delivering corn sticks to various gathering points.
With more people, we eat faster and work faster. When it gets dark, all the corn is peeled out, loaded into the truck, and returned overnight...
After two days of busy work, the wet food that gave everyone a headache was delivered.
Anyway, the granary is empty now, and the handymen are free. As for how much dry goods can be exposed, Xiang Dejin said that he would help keep an eye on it.
Xiang Dejin praised the practice of paying taxes in advance again and again: "Magistrate Zhang said that tax reductions and exemptions are happening everywhere, but I can pay taxes here. This righteousness should be made known to the people and let all around the world learn from it."
It’s righteousness again!
Jiang Zhi curled his lips. He didn't have anything he wanted, so he could only eat the pie.
And there is no need to study or anything else. When it comes to studying, most of them are visiting the canteen and learning about the food. I don’t have enough time to feed outsiders here.
However, Magistrate Zhang did not really draw the big picture this time. In addition to public praise, he asked Xiang Dejin to bring a piece of his own handwriting to Jiangzhi and Xujiacun: Good virtues convey things!
Although it is far from the size of the words promised to King Zhou, it is already the highest honor for ordinary people.
Tian Gui and others looked at the words "reward" from Magistrate Zhang and were excited and nervous. They knelt down to salute.
Jiang Zhi didn't want to kneel down, so he stopped a few people and said, "Magistrate Zhang is generous. As long as we serve the government wholeheartedly, we don't need to worry about these little details."
Xiang Dejin naturally didn't care. After they left, there was no place to hang the calligraphy, so he had to put it in Li Laoshi's small room.
Li Laoshi was so proud: "Sister-in-law Jiang, don't worry, I will incense this word three times a day!"
Hey, how could I be so virtuous and capable that one day I could sleep next to the county magistrate’s name? It must be because there is smoke coming out of the ancestral graves.
Now that Xiang Dejin is here, Jiang Zhi mentioned the difficulty in buying wood in Xujiacun: "Dejin, do you think the wood dealer in the county is willing to send it over? I don't want to cause trouble with Song Lizheng from Lihua Town!"
Mr. Li rolled his eyes when he heard this: "With these words of yours, you are just digging a hole for Song Lizheng. It is obviously the Wang family that is in trouble, so how come Song Lizheng is involved."
However, he was also unlucky because he wanted to rake up the red potatoes without asking any questions.
Xiang Dejin nodded: "Auntie, I'll ask you when I get back to the city, but don't buy too much.
Since it is time to collect corvees to build the post station in the winter, Magistrate Zhang said that the government will be responsible for the food. Many people will definitely come by then. There will also be masonry and wood from the government. You can buy some. "
Ahaha, there is such a good thing!
Jiang Zhi was filled with joy: "Okay, okay, then I will buy less and wait for the bricks and stones from the government. This will save trouble."
The price is low, the quality is good, and it’s delivered to your doorstep. Maybe even the craftsmen and handymen are brought in, so you don’t have to find someone else.
At this moment, her resentment towards the Wang family disappeared instantly. She really thanked the eight generations of Wang family ancestors for stopping her for several months and sending such a big gift package.
When Tian Gui and the others heard the news, they were also happy from ear to ear.
Unexpectedly, I just received a calligraphy gift from the county magistrate. Now I heard this good news. It is really a happy event one after another.
God was really kidding me. As soon as the anxious corn was taken care of, the rain stopped.
Although the next two days were still gloomy, there was no rain and the rice was dry. We didn’t worry about germination. We just waited for the weather to clear and dry before cutting the rice.
After breaking off the corn sticks, the corn stalks were still left in the ground, and there were even some missing ones.
Jiang Zhi distributed all the corn stalks in his field to the families in the mutual aid group.
This time, Xu Genqing also benefited.
Naturally, she was happy to find something for free. Mrs. Qin ran very fast with her basket on her back. As she ran past, she showed off to the villagers along the way: "This is what my son and daughter-in-law earned by helping others!"
There are only twenty households in Xujia Village, and most of the work is done by helping each other. Everyone can cut a few bundles of corn stalks in the long fields of Jiang Village.
However, this kind of thing always makes people feel happy, so the whole village seemed to be eating a lot of food. They couldn't wait for the corn stalks to dry out, so they happily snatched them up and placed them outside their shacks to continue drying.
When the first sun comes out after the rain, every household begins to cut and thresh rice.
Mixing bucket, trapezoidal wooden box, smooth bottom for easy sliding in mud
Several families purchased a mixing bucket together. The large mixing bucket needs to be carried into the field, and those with strong strength can get into the mixing bucket and carry it alone.
Bamboo mats are pulled up with bamboo poles on three sides of the mixing barrel as a fence, and people stand on one side, beating the straw and threshing it with strength.
At this time, women also go to the fields barefoot and bend over to cut rice.
Internet picture, artificial threshing of rice
The children shuttle back and forth to "hold the handle" and carry the rice from the place where it was just cut to the mixing barrel where the rice is thrown, so as to facilitate quick threshing.
Jiangzhi's family and Xiaoman's family also have rice, so other families will naturally team up to harvest it.
In the fields of various sizes in Xujiacun, there are "crack, bang, bang" sounds everywhere.
The mixing bucket is filled with grains, and the rough grain clothes are still there, so they need to be picked away immediately in a basket.
So on the slippery field ridge, men carrying heavy baskets trotted forward, the poles swinging up and down on their shoulders, making a squeaking sound.
The rhythm and melody inherent in these labors form a song in the mountains and forests.
Jiang Zhi is harvesting rice. She has been here for almost two years.
Combining modern childhood memories with native and skilled muscle memory, she worked quickly, holding the straw with her backhand, and swung the sickle to remove several rice plants, leaving Lotus who was cutting the rice next to her in a hurry.
Jiang Zhi helped her cut off a section from time to time, but it still had to be pulled down.
Mrs. Qin was following the children in holding straws. When she saw Lotus lagging behind, she started banging: "Lianhua, look at your young age. You can't give birth to a child. You can't even cut a grain of rice compared to your aunt!"
There were both men and women threshing in the fields. In front of so many people, the mother-in-law told her that she couldn't have children and couldn't work. Lotus's face turned red.
Jiang Zhi straightened up, handed over the sickle in his hand, and glared at her with a frown: "Mr. Qin, don't open your mouth to have a baby, and keep your mouth shut to have a baby. You have only given birth to one child, and you are younger than me. How can you hang out with children like Xiaoquan and others?" Come and cut the rice!"
Qin didn't dare to touch the sickle, so she quickly hid behind her: "I can't bend down, my back hurts!"
