Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 319 Building a chicken shed

Lao Zhoutou sat on the threshold and looked up at the sky. Just after Man Bao finished his notes, he followed Keke’s advice and went out to look into the distance. Seeing Dad sitting on the threshold, she also sat on the threshold and looked up with him. Look at the sky.

  One big and one small sitting on the threshold were silent. Some villagers passing by couldn't help but rejoice when they saw him, "What are you guys looking at?"

  Lao Zhoutou sighed, "Look at God."

  Man Bao nodded with a serious face, "Look at the clouds."

  The villagers also looked up at the sky, and saw the sky full of clouds, so they leaned against the wall to watch together, "Uncle Jin, can you see if it’s sunny this day?"

  Today it rained two more times, one after another. Although the sun appeared in the afternoon, it would be difficult for everyone to harvest rice on such a day.

  Lao Zhou touched his smoking gun and said, “No matter whether it’s sunny or not tomorrow, the rice in the field has to be cut.”

   "Your home will have sickles tomorrow?"

   "Well, I will pick it back when I cut it and let it dry at home instead of staying in the field."

  The villagers were a little envious, “Of course it’s okay for your family to have a large population, Uncle Jin, but my family is not good. With only six people and two dolls, you can cut a piece of land in one day. It’s impossible to pick it back.”

  Lao Zhoutou was a little arrogant, but he still laughed and said, "I have many families, but there are also many places. They are all the same, the same."

  It’s the same. The speed at which one person cuts one piece of land and two people cut two pieces of land together are also different.

  Although he doesn’t know why, it’s different.

  They don’t know how to calculate, but they can see with their eyes and compare directly.

  Man Bao pouted and said: "Mr. Autumn harvest is not a holiday."

  Lao Zhou said with a smile: "Don't let it go, let it go, anyway, there is not much rice this year, so you don't need to go to the ground with you little dolls."

  "This is, my family planted a total of 12 acres of rice, and half of it was destroyed," the villager said with some gratitude: "Fortunately, the court is exempt from tax, otherwise we will not be able to make it through this year."

  In fact, although the imperial court is exempt from taxes, everyone's life is also very tight.

  In the past, one acre of rice could harvest two and a half catties, but now it may not even have a catall.

  A lot of rice hasn't been filled yet, and when I reach out, it is all empty husks, and I can only cut it with straw.

  The luck of the head of the old Zhou family was not better on the rice. This is also the case. There are still several fields that have been directly washed away. Now there is more grass than rice in the fields.

  But now their family's pressure is not so great, because Maizi's harvest is good. Recently, Lang has a regular income every day on Tuesday. With the windfall of Fuling, Lao Zhoutou is quite calm and steady now.

  The old Zhou family decided to harvest rice. As soon as the news came out, many people also went to the fields to take a look at the rice. It has already entered August. Even if it has been flooded, most of the rice is yellow and ready to be harvested.

  They looked at the sky and decided to start harvesting tomorrow.

  The decision of the country folks was so quick and unreasonable. The day before everyone was too free to sit under the tree with twine to divide the line. The next day they took their sickles and picked bamboo baskets to go out.

  Instantly change from slack to busy farming.

  Rice harvest is better than wheat, but not many villagers in Qili Village are happy because the harvest of rice this year is really poor and poor, so that everyone has little motivation.

  Lao Zhou’s family didn’t let He and Fang go to the ground at all. The rest of the people harvested all the rice in the field after six or seven days, and then began to thresh slowly.

  Because there is no rice in many rice husks, I used a dustpan to shovel up and blew it against the wind, and instantly blew out a pile of bosses. There was not much good rice that fell.

  But everyone had expected it a long time ago. Although sighed, it is not very sad yet.

  Everyone will collect the rice husks that have been blown out. If there is not enough food at home in the spring next year, these husks can also be eaten.

  Lao Zhou’s house also kept it, but after calculating the family’s food, he decided to feed it to the chickens.

Qian looked at the ten bags of empty rice husks that he had put away, and sighed: "Go to the market and buy ten more chickens. It just happens that the hens raised last year are old, and they can be killed during the Chinese New Year. To eat."

   "The chicken shed is not big enough," Man Bao glanced at the chicken shed disgustingly and said: "Mother, they don't like to lay eggs if they are too crowded."

  Little Qian took a look at Man Bao, and suggested, "Mother, maybe we should make the wasteland behind the house whole and build a chicken shed there, which is spacious and the house is not messy."

   Qian hesitated, "It was outside the house after all, in case it was stolen..."

   "Who is so bold, and there are a lot of chickens in our family, someone really steals it, we will know when the chicken cries."

  Xiao Qian had disliked the chicken shed in the yard more than once. Although the children cleaned the yard every day, she was the first to get up early and the latest to go to bed late. Some dirt inevitably came into her eyes.

  Man Bao apparently heard her chant before mentioning this matter.

  Man Bao really agreed with his sister-in-law's proposal with both hands and feet.

  "What if there is a weasel?" There are not only people who steal chickens in the village, but also mice and weasels.

  Among them, rats and weasels are the most harmful.

  Qili Village is relatively simple, although there are lazy people and unpleasant gangsters, but because there are few people, everyone is close to each other, and there is no particular harm to the neighbors.

  The disgusting gangsters in the village are just lazy people who like to wander up and down the river.

  Thursday Lang, for example, was once included in the ranks of gangsters.

  Zhou Dalang thought for a while and said, “Isn’t there some stones left when the house was built last year? We simply built it with stones underneath, with yellow mud on the top, and a fence outside. The weasel should not be able to get in.”

  Tuesday Lang continued: "The shredded tiles in June were still piled up in the corner. We used it to build the chicken shed, and the rats could not get in."

  Qian only agreed.

  The vegetable garden that stretches from the right side of Zhou's house to the back of the house is their home.

The vegetable garden on the right was opened by Lao Zhou’s parents, and later Qian took over. Because the family’s population is increasing, she expands it bit by bit. Anyway, it’s not someone’s land. , So she planted and planted to the back of the house.

  The land behind the house is about three hundred meters away is a mountain.

  Five or six clumps of bamboo grow naturally at the foot of the mountain, while the foot of the mountain was previously planted with hemp, but now it has all been chopped back.

The   mountain is not very far from their home, and the 300-meter open space in the middle is unowned, and there are usually few people walking.

  Qian automatically marked the plot of land within his own range, and then he didn't need to tell the village chief that the family began to muddy the mud to build the chicken coop the next day.

  When the construction really started, Man Bao ran there to look back and forth, and then found that it would be nice to have a chicken shed behind, "You can drive the chicken to the mountain in the future to find bugs to eat."

  Qian laughed, "How many bugs can there be on the mountain? Why not go to the fields."

  Qian said, "Yes, we can drive the chickens to the fields to eat bugs."

  (End of this chapter)