sinovels Chapter 112 The Autumn Harvest Begins
Chapter 112 The Autumn Harvest Begins
Chapter 112 The Autumn Harvest Begins
Zhou Rui watched his uncle's departing figure and couldn't help but feel a little sad.
My uncle must have had a lot of bitterness in his heart.
But after today, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
When Zhou Shiping left, he took fifty yuan and gave it to Zhou Shiwei under the moonlight.
Zhou Shiwei initially refused to accept it under any circumstances, but in the end, Zhou Shiping simply said:
If you don't want it, I'll take Zhou Yun with me.
That's how Zhou Shiwei finally accepted it.
Zhou Shiwei and his son returned to the house.
With two more people added to the family, the demand for food has increased.
Zhou Rui was pondering this. He hadn't bought rice for several days, but Zeng Jiamei would bring some with her every time she went grocery shopping.
He wasn't thinking about buying rice, but about something else, something else he'd completely forgotten.
We need to buy a tricycle for our family, otherwise it will be inconvenient to do anything.
Besides, once the tea leaves are ripe, it will be much more time-saving and labor-saving to move them home with a vehicle that can carry them.
He had completely forgotten about this. He had originally planned to go to the county with his father to buy a 28-inch motorcycle and a tricycle to ride back.
As a result, I completely forgot about it.
However, Zhou Rui now had another idea: he could wait until the musk was sold and then see if he had enough money left over.
If you have extra, buy it; if you don't have enough, don't buy it. Don't make impulsive purchases.
A tricycle is a necessity; you have to buy one because you'll need it for everything.
My mom can use it when she goes to town to buy groceries, so she won't have to come home with marks on her hands from wearing it.
You need a ticket to buy a tricycle; I'll go see Uncle Zhou Jian tomorrow to see if I have one.
In fact, given his family's current needs, they could definitely get a certificate and a ticket by going to the village collective.
However, Zhou Rui really didn't want to deal with those people anymore, so he might as well go directly to Uncle Zhou Jian, since they were all family anyway.
Yes, Zhou Rui already considers Prosecutor Zhou as one of his own.
After putting aside their worries and sitting for a while, the whole family went back to their rooms to sleep.
Zhou Yun was very well-behaved and did not make a fuss because of the relatively unfamiliar environment. Another very important reason was that Zhou Ming was there.
Nothing happened that night, and the next day arrived in the blink of an eye.
This day is the fifth day of the eighth lunar month, which is September 8th in the Gregorian calendar. It is also the White Dew solar term in the twenty-four solar terms.
It was already quite chilly this morning. Zhou Rui pulled the covers tighter around her after waking up, closed her eyes to rest for a while, and finally got out of bed.
He was about to get up and stretch as usual when he suddenly remembered something: his cousin had slept next to him last night.
Upon recalling this, he immediately became very quiet. He saw that Zhou Yun was still asleep on the bed next to him, but Zhou Ming was not there.
Zhou Rui had gotten used to waking up in the morning when no one was around.
I went outside and looked at the clock on the living room wall. It was 7:30. It was still early.
He got up relatively early today, but usually his dad and the others go out around seven o'clock.
After two or three days without any work, they set off again today because they had arranged to meet with the foreman.
Zeng Jiamei is cleaning the house.
"Good morning, Mom. What's for breakfast today? I'm so hungry."
Zhou Rui greeted his mother. Actually, he wasn't very hungry; he just wanted to say something.
Zeng Jiamei replied irritably, "We've all eaten, and you're still sleeping, you lazy pig. Here, have a boiled egg first, I saved one for you."
Although Zeng Jiamei made a joke, she still pointed outside, indicating that there were still boiled eggs in the pot.
Zhou Rui grinned and said "Okay," then picked up a boiled egg from the pot, peeled it, and ate it.
Seeing that there was one left in the pot, Zhou Rui knew that it was probably for Zhou Yun to eat later.
Zhou Xing was still sleeping at this time, but Zhou Guo'er was very self-disciplined and got up around the same time.
Zhou Rui had a strange feeling in his heart.
I'm finally not the last person to get up!
Silently shouting in his heart, Zhou Rui quickly poured water to wash his face. As he carried the dirty water to the backyard to pour it into the dirty water bucket, several farmers were busily working in the fields in the distance.
Because it wasn't fully light yet, it wasn't very clear. When Zhou Rui looked closely, he realized that someone had started harvesting wheat.
Zhou Rui realized that the autumn harvest had begun.
There's another thing: the start of the new school year is approaching on September 10th.
The most anticipated time of the year for farmers has arrived; they've worked hard all year just to wait for this moment.
The autumn harvest season is one of the busiest times of the year, but also one of the happiest times for farmers.
Some people would store grain for the winter, while others would sell their surplus grain. During this period, farmers would finally have some surplus, and they would buy meat and fish, which they usually couldn't bear to eat, to improve their meals.
After all, these are the only few days of the year we can look forward to.
Zhou Rui glanced at it twice, then went back inside.
"Mom, I saw someone harvesting wheat. When do we start?"
Having more people has its advantages; every autumn harvest, the Zhou family is always one of the first to finish harvesting wheat.
Of course, this is also related to the Zhou family's hard work and endurance. After all, when it comes to harvesting wheat, Yang Laidi is very professional, as good as one and a half others.
"Let's discuss it when your dad comes back tonight. We're not in a hurry. We have a lot of people, and besides, Lai Di is as good as one and a half of those clumsy men."
"Don't you think so, Laiti?"
Zeng Jiamei chatted with Yang Laidi with a smile, while the latter had already run to the backyard to look around when she heard Zhou Rui say that someone had started harvesting wheat.
Hearing Zeng Jiamei's shout, Yang Laidi responded loudly, which was quite unusual for her: "Yes, it's finally harvest time! I want to go and smell the fragrance of rice, haha."
Zhou Rui had rarely seen his second aunt like this in his two lifetimes.
This is actually the simplest way to speak loudly and express your thoughts.
These two things, however, were like unattainable objects to Yang Laidi. She had too many things and too many grievances hidden in her heart, coupled with her personality since childhood.
This ultimately makes even something as simple as speaking loudly difficult.
Zhou Rui returned to the vegetable garden in the backyard and said to his second aunt, "Second Aunt, our family is counting on you to harvest the wheat this autumn."
Yang Laidi was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to reply. She just lowered her head and whispered, "And what about you guys? I couldn't handle so much by myself."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Rui disagreed. Instead, he shook his head and corrected her very seriously, "Auntie, it's not 'you,' it's 'we.' We're family, and family doesn't need to distinguish between 'you' and 'me.'"
Zhou Rui could tell that Yang Laidi was still a little hesitant to integrate, so he corrected her, saying that he wanted his second aunt to forget the past and integrate into the family.
Upon hearing this, Yang Laidi was stunned at first, and then, for some reason, she began to sob softly.
Yes, us.