Chapter 42 42 Harvesting the Wheat

An Chuxia, who was at home during the holidays, completely let herself go. No matter how tightly her brother An Jinchen guarded her and refused to let her do anything, he just wanted her to read and practice calligraphy.

She was just pretending. As soon as An Jinchen left, she put down her book and lay leisurely in the yard to bask in the sun.

I lived the leisurely retirement life I had long dreamed of.

Six or seven days passed like this.

On this day, An Jinchen did not go to sell braised pork with Runsheng. Instead, he found a piece of gravel from the spare room, sat in the yard, took a bowl of water with a broken bowl, and began to sharpen the sickle.

The sound of sharpening a knife gave An Chuxia a toothache.

"Brother! Why didn't you go out today? Why did you sharpen your knife?"

An Jinchen continued to touch the sickle in his hand and replied without raising his head: "The wheat in the few acres of land our family has opened up is ripe, so we need to take it back as soon as the weather is good.

If it rains, it will be ruined."

Only then did An Chuxia remember that their family had three acres of land near the Xishan Mountain where the brother and sister An Jinchen were kicked out and opened up when they grew up.

When An Chuxia saw that An Jinchen had only sharpened a sickle, she stood up from the stool and went to the spare room in the east room. She found another rusty sickle and placed it next to An Jinchen.

"Brother... sharpen this sickle too, and I will go cut the wheat with you."

An Jinchen glanced at An Chuxia's white and tender hands and shook his head in disapproval.

An Chuxia could tell by looking at An Jinchen's expression that An Jinchen, a maniac who loved her sister, would not agree if she didn't need to do anything extraordinary.

So after An Jinchen sharpened the sickle and put it aside, An Chuxia took it in his hand without him paying attention, raised an eyebrow and said: "Brother, I'm going to cut the wheat first. You can sharpen the knife and come quickly!"

Before An Jinchen could react, An Chuxia had already slipped out of the door quickly.

An Jinchen, who originally wanted to stop his sister, sat back down again and began to sharpen the rusty sickle.

If my sister wants to cut wheat and play, let her go!

She must have been suffocated by leaving her alone at home reading for the past few days.

When she is tired from playing and her hands hurt and she doesn’t want to cut her, let her sit under a tree on the edge of the field to rest.

I wonder if An Jinchen, his brother, would still think so if he saw An Chuxia lying comfortably in the yard sunbathing every day.

When we arrived at the foot of the West Mountain, we saw that because it was a reclaimed land, it was not next to other people's fertile land.

So An Chuxia found her wheat field easily.

An Chuxia walked to the end of the field and bent down, grabbing the wheat with one hand and starting to cut with a sickle in the other.

In her previous life, An Chuxia's father was a civil servant and was considered a small leader in the agency. Her mother was a girl from the countryside and was a college classmate of An's father.

Because An Chuxia likes the clean air in the countryside very much, the vitality of crops, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, a primitive and simple life.

So in her previous life, whenever she had time, she would often visit her grandparents, stay there for a while, and help them with their work.

It's because of this that she can work decently now.

An Chuxia had just cut a field of wheat. She stood up and thumped her waist when she saw An Jinchen and Da Zhuang walking towards them.

Several people walked up and couldn't help but laugh when they saw the wheat harvested by An Chuxia.

An Chuxia looked at them confused. What's so funny about this? Isn't that how wheat is cut?

Mrs. Zhao, a strong daughter-in-law, saw An Chuxia's doubts, walked to the field and cut wheat, and said again: "Has Xia Xia never cut wheat before?"

An Chuxia thought for a moment and thought that the original owner had indeed never worked in the fields, so she nodded, "Yeah! No!"

Zhao said: "That's right, because no one who has cut wheat will leave the wheat stubble so high."

Seeing that An Chuxia still didn't understand, she explained to her: "When the wheat stubble is left high, there will be less grass to take back for the fire.

Second, the land is too close to the mountains... The village does not allow setting fire to the wheat stubble, and it will be difficult for us to plow the land with oxen or to plow the land ourselves in the coming year."

Hearing what Sister-in-law Zhao said, An Chuxia suddenly came to her senses.

Modern people dare to cut wheat like this. First, there is no need to keep wheat stubble to burn fire, because land cultivation is now mechanized, and there is no problem of difficult land to cultivate.

She knows how to cut wheat because the old man is reluctant to spend money to hire a harvester.

When An Chuxia was cutting a section of wheat, she had to stand up and stretch her painful waist. Gradually, she was left behind.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhao was not far ahead of her.

An Chuxia bent down and continued cutting, while chatting with Ms. Zhao despite her busy schedule.

"Why didn't my sister-in-law and Brother Da Zhuang go to the breakfast stall today?"

Mrs. Zhao was working in her hands and said with a bad expression: "What else could be the reason? I'm not from the old house.

When the family was divided, Da Zhuang and I were allotted less than two acres of land, which was planted with miscellaneous grains, and it was not yet time to harvest.

When the family was divided, everyone was vying for land, but now it is much better... The work was not finished, so the old lady asked Da Zhuang and me to go back and help.

Da Zhuang and I met your brother as soon as we walked out of the old house and learned that he was coming to harvest wheat here in Xishan.

Since we met by chance, we will follow you and finish harvesting your wheat first.

Those people who don’t recognize their brothers when they encounter any difficulties, to be honest, I don’t really want to help them.”

When An Chuxia heard Sister-in-law Zhao's hearty and heroic words, she was so shocked that she almost cut her calf, "Can you and Brother Da Zhuang do this?

Then your husband’s brother and sister-in-law won’t come to make trouble with you!”

Mrs. Zhao curled her lips, so what if you come to make trouble!

For people who live in separate families, it is a matter of friendship to help, but it is a duty not to help. Even if they come to make trouble, they can still make trouble.

If it weren't for sister Xiaoxia's help, the couple would have owed so much foreign debt after they separated, and they would not know what their life would be like.

In order not to cause trouble to Xiao Xia, the couple never mentioned it in front of outsiders. Xiao Xia taught them how to make breakfast.

But even if they don't say that they are grateful to Xiaoxia, they usually can't help their family. Now it happens that there are few people working in their family. If they don't come to help his family, why should they still help those people?

The white-eyed wolf is a relative.

An Chuxia's guess was right. The sister-in-law of Zhao's husband's family was waiting in the field, but did not see the grown-up couple.

Upright, her face was red and her neck was thick, and she stood in the field with her hands on her hips and yelled that the two of them were nothing. She even asked the old lady to call, but the couple still did not come to help with the work.

Da Zhuang, an honest man, felt unhappy when he heard what his wife said. His relatives saw that he was lame on one foot and thought he was a burden, so they hurriedly separated the couple.

Not even a decent thing was given to them, let alone fertile paddy fields.

Apart from being in debt, the couple basically received nothing decent.

Just when An Chuxia was cutting wheat and her waist could hardly stand straight up, Grandma An's grandson ran over and shouted: "Sister Chuxia! My grandmother asked me to call you to go back quickly. What did you say when your family came to deliver newspapers and stickers?"

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Chapter completed!