The autumn harvest is over, and everyone's mood is not high. Compared with last year, the output is not even a little bit less.
There are also rumors that Tian Jing is not the lucky star they think.
Tian Jing had no interest in getting into a fight with these villagers who only talked about people behind their backs.
When her wealth reaches a level that these people look up to, she will probably say even more harsh things. Will she be able to finish it?
After the wheat was planted, it was time to pay the public grain, and those people looked as grim as their dead fathers.
Village Chief Ou waved his hand and said, "If you are unhappy, you don't have to pay it. Mayor Ji said that it's okay to pay it once a year, as long as you make sure you pay it with new grain."
New grain?
If we don’t say that we can’t guarantee a good harvest of summer grain, we just say that summer grain is considered wheat. Who would be willing to hand over all the wheat?
"We'll pay it, but the village chief, look at this year's harvest, if there's another harvest next summer..., you have to ask the mayor to readjust the amount of public grain that we turn over."
Village Chief Ou shook his head, "I can't promise you this, and neither can Mayor Ji. The public rations are ordered from above, and they won't be easily adjusted unless... for several consecutive years."
"This is going to starve us to death."
These words made Village Chief Ou angry, and he shouted at the top of his voice.
"I didn't starve you to death with the small harvest before, but now I can starve you to death. I can touch your face and belly. There is meat on your face and oil on your belly."
"Where did that meat and oil come from? The white-eyed wolf is talking about you."
"Without the help of Mayor Ji and Li Zhengguo, how could you have grown all this meat and oil?"
"Is it shameful to pick up the bowl to eat and put down the bowl to curse? If you didn't do it, would this year's harvest be like this?"
"At least there is income from cotton, right? When you don't grow watermelons, doesn't the income from cotton make you happy?"
"When you grow watermelons, you just plant them. Tian Jing nurtures the seedlings, Li Zhengguo teaches the techniques, and Ouyang Meihua and Li Liguo come to collect the watermelons for sale."
"You don't even need to put in the effort to drag them to the streets. You just need to collect the money in your own wallet."
"What's the result? If you cultivate your hearts, the human heart will not be like a snake swallowing an elephant!"
"Didn't you say that the seedlings you raised were no worse than Tian Jing's? Didn't you say that it doesn't matter if Li Zhengguo is not at home? You know how to cut and prune the vines yourself?"
"Next year, Tian Jing will no longer sell seedlings to outsiders. You can grow your own seedlings."
"Next year, if you ask Li Zhengguo to guide you on something, you must pay for the guidance. Technical skills are advanced knowledge. Why should I tell you for free? What will you do if you get it?"
"One moment I put the lucky star hat on Tian Jing's head, and then I took it off for her. In short, it all depends on your mouth."
"Whether it's reasonable or not is up to you. If you can do it, do it yourself."
"We have divided the fields to each household a long time ago, and you still want to rely on others, and you still want to rely on me to pull you."
"Didn't I pull? Not only did you not follow me and run forward, but you all pushed backward together."
"Work harder! You are so capable and can work together to fight me, then continue to work together."
"Don't come to me again to help you with this or that. I only care about receiving and sending. Everything else has nothing to do with me."
Village Chief Ou had never been so angry before, and the villagers were shocked.
I went and paid the public rations honestly.
Facing the big truck, Captain Ou had something to say again, "Next year, if you ask Li Liguo to help you pay the public rations, we will pay for the gas together."
"Do you think this big truck is burning water from the Ku River? You are an ungrateful thing."
…
The village was silent for several days.
The villagers walked face to face and didn't want to talk.
Not only because of the harvest, but also not only because of Captain Ou’s scolding.
She only helped the Wang family's Niu family and her eldest uncle's family to raise seedlings.
It wasn't until the beam-laying ceremony was held in the courtyard in the east of the village that they regained their energy and ran to grab things.
Of the courtyard houses, only the main house in the inner courtyard has been built.
This ceremony was entirely conducted by my grandfather himself.
Party Secretary Yang and Brother Wang don’t understand the Liang, Zhen, and Fang in the courtyard at all.
There are several types of beams, and they are completely confused.
It all depends on the arrangements of the master and grandpa.
The beam moves and the cannon fires.
The villagers crowded to grab the colorful things that were sprinkled down.
When I grabbed it, I discovered that the colorful buns not only included multi-grain buns, but also paper-wrapped candies.
As soon as the beams were installed, we hurriedly laid the tiles.
At noon, it was still the masters and workers who served Liangjia, plus the Li family and the village head and branch secretary Wang Jia Niujia.
In the afternoon, I quickly and slowly laid all the tiles in the main house.
Seeing that it was going to snow that day, I originally planned to build the inner courtyard before the snow started, but I couldn't keep up with the carving of the wooden pillars.
The masters looked down upon the skills of villagers and workers who knew how to be carpenters.
Even Li Zhengguo's craftsmanship was not appreciated, so they slowly carved it themselves.
So, of course the speed is slower.
…
It's snowing, the workers have paid their wages and gone home for the holidays, and will start work after the Jingzhe next year.
Master Zhao and his master stayed behind, and they planned to use these four or five months to carve out all the pillars, beams, purlins, doors and windows.
In the spring of next year, once the manpower is in place, the materials will be able to keep up.
In the past two months, too much manpower was wasted, which made them feel very guilty.
Li Zhengguo comforted them and said that he had made reasonable use of the workers.
"Aren't the workers helping to move the watermelons and vegetables? They are also busy with the septic tank and replacing a layer of garden soil, and they have not done the materials waiting for you."
"When the second floor is completed and the flower wall is built on the first floor, you can plant flowers and vegetables."
Speaking of this, Master Zhao's master completely changed his previous thinking.
“Grow vegetables and grow vegetables. The vegetables here are so delicious.”
"Master." Master Zhao reminded, "This is Grandpa Xiao's courtyard house, not yours."
The old man was stunned for a moment, but still insisted, "I have to remind them to grow vegetables. I don't want to go back to celebrate the New Year. Half of the reason is that I can't bear to part with the vegetables here."
Li Zhengguo smiled, "Plant, plant, the first half is flowers and the second half is vegetables. My grandpa also likes to eat vegetables."
"Master, don't worry, we will dry vegetables for you this winter."
"When you go home next year, ask your sons and grandsons to each help you carry a sack of vegetables back home."
"The taste is not as good as eating fresh vegetables, but it is definitely more delicious than ordinary vegetables."
"Okay, okay, okay, hahahaha."
The old master clapped his hands and laughed, "What you said touched my heart, so I shamelessly asked for three sacks, because I still have an apprentice and two disciples."
Master Zhao "..." After so many years, he realized that his master was a glutton.
The master stayed here, and Sister-in-law Niu and two sisters who were close friends came over to cook in turns.
Taking advantage of the light snow, Li Zhengguo and Tian Jing went out to 'buy' food and came back.
Because of this year’s harvest, the Li family did not earn much more than the villagers.
Then I moved some corn from my house, took it to Lin Guangde's processing room, and turned it on.
Rice, white flour and cornmeal were all sent to the chefs.
There is enough food and fresh vegetables are constantly available, so the chefs have no problem with not going home this year.
I just mailed my wages back home, with a dozen words of explanation.
In the courtyard where the masters live, sheds have already been set up for stacking wood.
The cut corners are just right for burning the kang.