Several children sat around Jiang Yan obediently. They were all panting from exhaustion. Their red lips were slightly open, their hot red soft little tongues were breathing incessantly, and their sweaty black hair was sticking softly to their foreheads.

superior.

"Mom, drink some water." Wang Jinhua came over with a large can of water, two bowls in total, and everyone took turns drinking.

Liu Xiaomeng held two oil-paper umbrellas. The field at home is in a large flat area with no mountains or trees around. He could only sit on the ridge of the field to rest, so Jiang Yan asked Lin Dong to buy two oil-paper umbrellas early, otherwise he could rest.

Also rest in the sun.

"Fortunately, I have an umbrella. Otherwise, if I wasn't exhausted from harvesting rice, I would have been burned to death by the sun." Jiang Yan sighed after taking a few sips of sweet and sour water.

"Mom, Xiao Meng and I will replace you later. You guys need to rest for a while." Wang Jinhua said distressedly. In the past, she took it for granted that her mother-in-law did not work. After all, there were many people in the family. Now that her mother-in-law works, she is not only frightened, but

More of a distressed feeling.

"Okay, you and Xiaomeng will switch to me and Erbi later." Jiang Yan nodded.

Looking at the several small blisters that had formed on the palms of her hands, she didn't dare to touch them. Fortunately, the calluses were still thick, otherwise they would have been worn out.

"Little aunt, I don't need to change, I can still continue to do it."

Erbi had a serious look on his face, and his face was as red as a freshly steamed crayfish. There was not much he could do at home. His aunt still sent him to school. The only thing he could do was to cut more rice. As long as he

The more you do, the less your aunt will do!

Jiang Yan pushed back his hair that was sticky with sweat on his face, and took a look at his little palm. There were three blood blisters on them, and one was broken. The blood was dripping, and it was much more bloody than hers.

Much scarier.

But the little guy seemed unconscious and very calmly tore off the skin of the broken blood blister. The scarlet soft flesh underneath was suddenly exposed to the sun. Jiang Yan trembled and her hands unconsciously moved.

shrink.

"Look at your hands, the skin is broken and you still have to work. Take a good rest. I didn't want you to cut rice. You're just a kid. Just follow Xiaowu and the others. If you hurt your hand, what else can you do?

Read and write.”

Jiang Yan was slandering him, but she carefully wiped Erbi's hands clean, took out ointment and applied it to him. It was hot, so she didn't bandage it, so as not to cause inflammation in the future.

After checking a few other people, I found that no one had broken the skin, so I rested for a while and said, "Let's move it later. Let's move the rice to the edge of the field and bundle it first, and then transport it to the threshing floor later."

There are five buckets in the threshing floor, which are used by the whole village. There are three ways to take off the rice from the ear stalks in the village. The first is to use a bucket, but there are only five in the village, and everyone needs to take turns to use them, so

It takes time to wait.

Jiang Yan had seen the bucket several times when she was a child. It was square and square. The cut rice could be simply bundled and thrown around the bucket. The inner wall of the bucket was manually slapped vigorously to make the grains fall off in the bucket, and the rice could be replaced.

Quickly break away from the grain.

The second method is to use a flail. This thing is available in almost every household. It is the most commonly used agricultural tool in this era. However, it is more time-consuming and labor-intensive than a bucket. The rice must be piled together and beaten hard, and the effect of threshing the grains is also inferior.

, but flails are easy to make, carpenters in the village can do them, and the price is much cheaper. The simpler thing is to tie two sticks with a rope in the middle, and it is less laborious for people to swing them with one end.

The third method is to find an open space or a wooden basin, and use a wooden stick to beat the rice ears a few times many times until the grains fall off. This is time-consuming and labor-intensive, but cost-effective. This method was used by the Lin family brothers in the past, because

Their family was so poor that they didn't even have a flail, and they were basically out of reach of fighting in the village.

"I just went to the threshing floor and the village chief said that our family can use a bucket to thresh grain today." Wang Jinhua said happily.

Jiang Yan nodded, and the turn of the whipping bucket always started with the big households in the village. The whipping bucket belongs to the village and is public property. In theory, the whole village can use it, but there are so many people, waiting in line, and when it's time for you, Gu

The grains have all been taken off, and the rotation system is unreasonable. Every year, the ones who come and go are the ones from the ancestral temple in the village.

"As long as it works, let's go back to eat after we finish cutting this acre of land. We won't cut the rice in the afternoon. We'll go to the threshing floor first to thresh the rice cut in the morning."

The brothers of the Lin family are all good at work, and the two daughters-in-law are even more powerful. Their speed and posture in harvesting rice are faster than that of Jiang Yan. By noon, the whole family has harvested one and a half acres of rice.

Jiang Yan and her two daughters-in-law went home first to make lunch, and the rest of the family transported the harvested rice to the threshing floor.

Because of the autumn harvest these days, the food at home has been well prepared, at least there are enough braised pork tubes. Jiang Yan also bought two big hens, just to eat during the autumn harvest. Since opening a shop in the town, the family has been

I also switched from eating brown rice to eating white rice.

The two daughters-in-law quickly slaughtered the chickens and blanched them. Jiang Yan first went to the backyard to look at the potatoes she planted. She found that they had sprouted and then returned to the kitchen with satisfaction. Her cooking skills were average, but she had been busy all morning.

, she planned to cook herself to treat the children and make braised pork.

There was also braised pork in this era. She had eaten it at Chang'an Restaurant last time. It tasted pretty good, but the seasonings were a little worse than those in later generations, and there was too much soy sauce. The fatter parts were better than the lean ones.

The parts are a bit thick, and the size is very delicate and compact. It can't match the satisfying feeling of Jiang Yan's mouthful of meat. Of course, you have to take a big bite when eating meat!

Jiang Yan has a sophisticated version of the recipe purchased at the mall, so she is confident that her recipe will be better than the one in the restaurant.

Boil the pork belly for a while before cutting it into large square pieces, so that the shape of the meat can remain unchanged. Otherwise, if you cut the meat raw into pieces directly, the size will shrink by at least half after cooking.

"Mom, this meat is too big? Do you want me to cut it into pieces?" Wang Jinhua said carefully. She knew that her mother-in-law was not good at cooking, and a piece of meat was half as big as her fist.

Jiang Yan cut meat with one hand and carried a knife with the other: "It's okay, I just cut it so big. This is braised pork. I had it at Chang'an Restaurant last time. I want to try making it."

Wang Jinhua nodded and carefully rolled up her mother-in-law's unrolled sleeves. She knew that her mother-in-law had eaten at Chang'an Restaurant before.

There were ten people in the family eating, including Lao Wu's family and Lin Yousheng's family. Jiang Yan simply cut up all the meat for two days. Each person in the family got two pieces, and the rest was enough for them.

"Jinhua, go get some straw, freshly cut from the field, wash it and give it to me."

Wang Jinhua nodded, didn't ask any questions, turned around and went to the field to cut a handful. She carefully picked up the rice and put it in her bag. Then she washed the straw with some green stems and handed it to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan wants to learn how to make Dongpo Pork. Although it is said that tying straw is only to prevent the stewing time from being too long and causing the meat to become cooked. It actually has little effect on the taste, but Jiang Yan still plans to give it a try.
Chapter completed!