The sun is already hot in June.

　　The villagers are busy with the harvest, and even children aged four or five are very busy. They have no time to play or run around. They are kept at home, feeding the chickens, or at least sitting still by themselves and not causing any trouble.

　　This year, there was enough rain, and the crops grew well in the fields, but I felt uneasy until I got home and packed them in sacks. There are many showers in summer, and the sun changes at any time. Seeing the fields full of heavy ears of wheat, if there are several heavy rains in a row, everything will be ruined.

　　Therefore, every year when harvest time comes, everyone rushes to harvest, and no matter how important the matter is at home, it has to be put aside. Even Tian, ​​who usually curses at home, will just do what she is supposed to do at this moment, and has no time to find things to curse at others.

　　Busy enough.

　　The days are long in summer, and Li Zhouzhou gets up early in the morning before the roosters crow. After washing his face with a ladle of cold water, he begins to knead the dough that has been fermented overnight. With his nimble hands, he steams the lotus leaf cakes in the pot, wipes his hands, and goes to the chicken coop in the backyard to get eggs.

　　Since the beginning of spring, the chickens have been laying eggs diligently. The weather is hot and the eggs cannot be stored. Li Zhouzhou is busy, so he lays eight eggs in total, eating one in the morning and one at noon.

　　Four eggs were fried in a large porcelain bowl with minced meat and chopped sour cabbage.

　　After finishing, Li Da and Gu Zhao also woke up, and the family had meal. It was not yet completely light, and the soft lotus leaf pancakes were sandwiched with vegetables, and there was no multi-grain porridge. The large jar of cold boiled water was just warm, and Li Da ate six pancakes in one breath with a few sips of water.

　　Gu Zhao has had a big appetite recently and ate four.

　　Li Zhouzhou and his father were no better. After eating, they took their sickles and went to the fields to harvest the crops. Gu Zhao knew that he couldn’t keep up with the father and son physically, and he didn’t want to just do logistics. He would give more if he had more, and give less if he had less. He couldn’t harvest an acre of land in a day, but he could at least harvest half an acre, right?

　　So he asked Zhou Zhou and his father to go to the fields first. He washed the pots and bowls, boiled another pot of mung bean soup, poured it into a big pot and covered it. He put the sickle and three big teacups in a bamboo basket, which he carried on his back, held the pot in his hand, locked the yard door and went to the fields.

　　When they arrived at the field, Gu Zhao estimated that it was a little after seven o’clock. Bundles of wheat were already piled up on the edge of the field.

　　”Husband, why are you here?” Li Zhouzhou asked.

　　”Zhou Zhou, please teach me how to make it easier. I’ll do it slowly, don’t rush me.” Gu Zhao showed a pitiful expression, “Just don’t think I’m stupid.”

　　How could Li Zhouzhou dislike his husband? He knew that his husband wanted to help him and his father, so he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “I will teach you. You are so smart that you will definitely learn it right away.”

　　”Hold the sickle here, bend down and don’t stand up too quickly, cut like this.”

　　”After harvesting this much, tie it up with straw and bundle it up so it will be easier to move.”

　　Li Zhouzhou explained in detail, showing his husband how to cut and tie the bundles, saying that if there were too many bundles, they would fall apart, and “Take a break if you’re tired.”

　　”I know, Zhou Zhou, you and dad too. I brought some mung bean soup.”

　　After that, we stopped chatting and started working.

　　Li Zhouzhou worked quickly and effectively, mowing the wheat row after row. The wheat stubble was neatly laid out, a palm high. His husband said they would try burning the wheat stubble with fire this year, so Li Zhouzhou deliberately left it a little higher.

　　Wheat straw ash is used to fertilize the fields.

　　There were two or three bundles of wheat piled up a distance away from the harvest, with the spacing between them just right. It was obvious that practice makes perfect and it looked like they had been doing this for years.

　　This lasted for three hours. Gu Zhao called Zhou Zhou and his father to drink some water and handed a large teapot of mung bean soup to them. The sun had come out and the three of them were sweating profusely. Gu Zhao handed them a towel.

　　The mung bean soup is also warmed by the sun. Although it is hot, it can help you cool down after drinking it.

　　”Dad, how did I cut it?”

　　Li Da glanced at his son-in-law who had worked all morning, wiped his sweat with a sweat towel, gulped down half a jar of mung bean water, carefully selected the angle, and said, “It’s tied pretty well.”

　　It’s not bad for a scholar to harvest so much in one morning, Li Da thought.

　　Before the harvest, Li Da suppressed his guesses and thoughts, but when he really touched the wheat ears, he knew how the harvest would be, and he felt happy. He also looked at his son-in-law Gu Zhao, who was very pleased. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t work, as he had a good brain. As a result, the crops were good this year.

　　After drinking two jars of mung bean soup, Li Da and his son worked for another two hours. Together with Gu Zhao, they had harvested two mu of land in the morning. Li Da glanced at the piles of wheat in the field and said to Zhou Zhou, “You and Gu Zhao go back to cook, and come back after a rest.”

　　”Okay, Dad, you take a break too.” Li Zhouzhou agreed.