In the yard, Mrs. Li, Xiao Li, Fang, Ning, Yang Zhi, Aunt Zhang and Zhang Juxiang washed, peeled and cut the peaches.

In the kitchen, Yang Guo lit the fire, and Yang He wiped the washed jars with white wine.

Yang Yun stood in front of the stove cooking peach chunks.

Yang Sanming and Yang Qinglin naturally run errands and do odd jobs.

The thick juice coated the peach pieces and filled the jars.

After all the jars were filled, Yang Yun steamed them one by one, sterilized them, sealed the jars, and moved them into the cellar.

The whole day was spent in busyness.

Busyness naturally means gain.

The people who came to work left happily after receiving 20 copper coins each.

After two days of busy work, all the ripe peaches were picked, and the rest were picked slowly when they were ripe.

The peaches that were ripe but not bad were made into peach jam, and the rest were canned.

…

The spring rain shocks the spring, the valley is clear, and the summer is full of awns and the summer heat is connected.

There are dew in autumn, cold frost in autumn, snow in winter and minor severe cold in winter.

Looking around, the sky and earth are golden.

The annual autumn harvest time has arrived.

The faces of the farmers are filled with the joy of harvest.

Early in the morning, the sky was still dark, and the sound of "Ding Ding Ding" sounded over the Yang family courtyard.

Autumn harvest is a rush, and everyone in the Yang family has also started to get involved, even Ning Aihua, who is slightly pregnant, is no exception. She and Yang Liu are responsible for the family's meals.

Yangliu is about to get married, so naturally she cannot work in the fields to prevent herself from getting sunburnt.

During the busy farming season, Mrs. Li did not skimp on the food at home.

For the autumn harvest, I specially ground flour, steamed four large steamers, and put the soft and fluffy steamed buns in a cool cellar.

Yang Yun estimated that it would be okay to take it for ten days and a half.

Because it is an old-made steamed bun, it will not become as hard as a stone when it cools down.

Laofa noodle buns are still soft and fluffy even after they are cooled, which does not affect the taste at all. If you are more particular about it, you can put it on the grate for a while before eating.

Mrs. Li was not vague at all about today's breakfast. She gave Ning Aihua and Yang Liu plenty of millet and corn dregs.

The thick porridge is steamed buns, a boiled egg per person, and the delicious pig-in-water rice.

For the autumn harvest, Mrs. Li specially asked Yang Siming to buy suet, fat meat, and a pair of pig guts.

Mrs. Li's requirement for autumn harvest meals is that they should be rich in oil and water.

After breakfast, except for Mrs. Li who stayed at home to take care of the children and was in charge of the overall logistics, Yang Siming who went to deliver the goods, and Ning Airong and Yang Liu who stayed behind to cook and do housework, everyone else who could go to the fields went to the fields.

Of course, Zhao, who has not yet risen from the moon, cannot go to the ground.

A group of more than a dozen people, large and small, led by Yang Laoshi, headed toward their home in a mighty manner.

When the farm is busy, there will naturally be no one idle.

Yang Zhi, who never went to the fields in previous years, wanted to make a hole in Yang Yun's back. He couldn't help but mutter to his mother, "It's all Yang Yun's fault, saying that the whole family must work together to harvest, or grandma won't do it either."

She will make me go to the fields. Since she said that the whole family is going to rob the harvest, then why are her mother and second brother hiding in the town to enjoy their happiness?"

Little Li quickly glanced at her daughter, and then quickly glanced at Yang Yun who was walking in front. She felt relieved and said, "My little ancestor, please be quieter. I can buy cattle for my family and earn money.

What can you do? Now what she says in front of your grandma is more important than mine. You should say less of this in the future."

"Mom, who is your daughter? Are you talking to her?"

"If you want a rich dowry, just keep your mouth shut."

Thinking that after Yang Yun bought cattle for the public school and 10 acres of land for her second house, she not only won praise from her family and villagers, but also had a dowry of dozens of taels of silver left, Yang Zhi became crazy with jealousy.

However, for the sake of future dowry, she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

When we got to the ground, it was already bright. Yang Yun put on a straw hat, mask, and gloves, but covered herself tightly.

Mrs. Fang smiled and joked, "Yun Yatou, don't cover yourself from the heat and pass out."

"Hey, Fourth Aunt, I can't tan my skin that I've worked so hard to keep white. I'd rather faint from the heat than get a tan. Fourth Aunt, I still have this, why don't you arm yourself too?"

"Fourth Aunt is past the age of beauty and is not afraid of getting tanned. I wish I had this straw hat."

"Fourth Aunt, put on these gloves. They can protect your hands, and they won't make you faint from the heat."

Yang Yun said as she took out a pair of gloves from the bag she was carrying and handed them over.

Fang looked at Yang Yun's hand and took it happily.

Yang Yun also prepared gloves for others, and each person was given a pair. This was her intention, and whether to wear it or not was entirely up to her personal preference.

Children from poor families have become masters early. Just like in previous years, the task of the children today is to follow everyone and pick up the fallen beans and exploded beans.

Because the first thing Yang Yun harvested today was a bean field.

…

Before the sun came out, Yang Yun could still work. But when the sun came out and it got hotter and hotter, she couldn't hold on any longer.

Looking at the high sun, Yang Yun really hoped that the sun would set soon.

The sun couldn't hear Yang Yun's prayer.

As noon approached, the sun became stronger, and a large piece of mature bean field was harvested. Yang Laoshi was very satisfied with the speed.

At the beginning of the autumn harvest, he was not very nervous, so he waved his hand and said, "It's noon, let's go back."

During the meal, Yang Siming and Yang Qinglin came, along with three unknown men.

Yang Siming said they were his former workers in the county—the three Zhao brothers. The eldest was tall, the second was short and fat, and the third was skinny.

The Yang family is hospitable and naturally welcomes everyone warmly.

The pheasant saozi noodles are paired with a few seasonal side dishes from the farm, and naturally it does not disappoint the guests.

At this time, in Room 1, Tianzi, Tianxiang Building, the county seat.

Murong Xuan looked at the dusty Rong Jing and Bei Ze in surprise.

"The war is over?"

Kitazawa nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Seeing that both of them were in low spirits, Murong Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a low voice and uncertainly, "Defeat...failed."

Seeing Bei Ze shake his head, Murong Xuan suddenly became energetic, "Since you are not defeated, what are you..."

"Jing Yi faked his death, set a trap, and brought in Rong Di's army as he wished, and annihilated the main force of Rong Di in one fell swoop, winning the war and uncovering the hidden stakes lurking beside Jing."

"It's so gratifying to achieve multiple things with one stone."

"What a blessing. That hidden pile is just a small fish. No, it's not even a jumping fish. It can only be said to be a small shrimp."

Rong Jing's face was already cold and showed no emotion, but seeing the indignation on Bei Ze's face, Murong Xuan had no choice but to contain his excitement.

"If the hidden pile is not removed for a day, it will be a great danger to the court and the military camp. You came here in a hurry, but you found a clue here?"

"Well, spies recently reported that the three brothers of the Zhao family who had stolen the map appeared near Qingshan County. We have no other clues for the time being, so we can only seize this line first."


Chapter completed!