I opened a restaurant in ancient times

Chapter 8

At dawn, Zhao Heng got up early, put on his clothes and had a meal, and put the seeds in the basket. He thought that there must be weeds in the wasteland, maybe there are wild vegetables and the like.

When he arrived at the door of Zhang Qiao's house, Zhang Qiao was already up, holding a bucket of water and pouring it into the water tank.

"Zhang Qiao!"

Zhang Qiao was pouring water into the water tank. In summer, the water in the well was always cool and cool, and poured into the large water tank with a rush. When Zhang Qiao heard someone calling him, he looked up and saw Zhao Heng. He immediately put the wooden barrel in his hand at his feet and beckoned him, "What's the matter? Come to me early in the morning."

Zhao Heng wanted to go to the government office Let's take a look at his field, weeding and planting some grains. The seeds Jiang Yuan gave him can be planted all year round.

"I want to borrow a sickle, but the field is still deserted. I plan to plant something in the field," Zhao Heng smiled heartily. "I can't just make things together all the time, and I still need to plant the ground."

Zhang Qiao looked at him with a smile, and said, "What's this, wait a minute, I'll get one for you."

Then he turned and went to the firewood room. There were three sickles hanging on the wall of the firewood room, one bigger one. , two smaller ones.

The older one is usually used by Zhang Qiao, and the smaller one is used by his mother and younger brother. The younger brother is now working as an apprentice outside and will not be able to come back after a while.

Now that the autumn harvest is still a month or two away, it is not a big problem to lend it to Zhao Heng for a few days.

Zhang Qiao thought for a while and saw that Zhao Heng looked like a scholar, not as strong as himself, so give him a smaller one.

It wasn't that he didn't give Zhao Heng a bigger scythe, it was just that the bigger scythe would easily scratch him if he didn't use it properly. In contrast, the smaller scythe was more suitable for beginners.

Zhang Qiao went out with a sickle. At this time, Zhao Heng was still standing in the yard waiting for him.

Seeing that Zhang Qiao came out with the sickle, Zhao Heng hurriedly stepped forward, took the sickle handed over, and turned it upside down. Although it was a little small, it was just fine.

He put it in the bamboo basket he carried on his back and said, "Thank you."

The land allocated to him is in the north of the village, where most of the people in the village have land. Every busy farming season, every household will come here. .

When Zhao Heng followed his memory to the land that belonged to him, the sun had already come out, and the morning sun shone on him warmly.

In this weather, few people are working in the fields. At this time, it is the time when the wheat ears are grouting. The place that belongs to him is not big, only one mu of land.

Looking at the weeds that were almost as tall as a person in front of him, Zhao Heng sighed deeply: Fortunately, I borrowed a sickle! Otherwise the weed could keep him busy all day.

Crouching down and grabbing a handful of soil in his hand, Zhao Heng sighed deeply, feeling that he had a long way to go on the road to land reclamation.

This piece of land is worthy of being a wasteland, and the soil quality is obviously not very good, but he still has other survival skills.

He rolled up his sleeves and went down to mow with confidence.

There was a strip of cloth wrapped around the handle of the sickle. Zhao Heng bent over, holding the sickle in one hand and a handful of weeds in the other. He used the sickle to cut off the roots of the weeds.

After a while, the small piece of land next to Zhao Heng was completely covered by weeds.

The sun was gradually rising, and it was probably time for him. The sweat on Zhao Heng's body was hot like running water.

In such hot weather, if you stay any longer, I am afraid you will suffer from heat stroke. Zhao Heng put the sickle in the back basket, bent down and picked up a small pile of weeds, and threw them into the weed pit not far away.

This pit is specially used to place weeds in the field. Several households in the vicinity often throw them here after weeding. When this weed pit is nearly full, it will be sold to cattle and sheep farmers.

After packing up, Zhao Heng walked towards the house.

The weather was even hotter in the afternoon, and Zhao Heng waited until Shen Shimo, when the sun was not so vicious.

After a few hours of work, he removed all the weeds in the field.

The next morning, while it was still fresh in the morning, Zhao Heng asked Zhang Qiao to teach him how to plant seeds. The seeds Jiang Yuan gave him were all vegetable seeds that were easy to feed and didn't pick the soil.

But Zhao Heng grew up in his twenties in modern society. He always bought food in the supermarket. He only went to the fields with his grandparents when he was seven or eight years old. His grandparents only let him play by the side because he was young. Zhao Heng is familiar with some farm work, but he still doesn't know anything about planting and transplanting rice.

After the reclamation, Zhang Qiao instructed Zhao Heng to quickly plant the seeds. As soon as the seeds were planted in the ground, a young man called Zhang Qiao: "Brother Qiao! Come on, I have something to do!"

Zhang Qiao said embarrassedly to Zhao. Heng said: "Zhao Heng, this is my cousin, he must have something to do with me, so I have to take a step first, and I will come back to help you plant seeds another day."

Zhao Heng expressed his understanding: "Go, come in such a hurry. I'm calling you, go and see what's going on, don't delay."

Zhang Qiao waved his arm and followed his cousin to leave, the sound of their hurried footsteps drifting away.

After he left, Zhao Heng went back to get a bucket and went around the house for a full circle. He couldn't find a stick that could be used as a pole. In desperation, he had to go to Zhang Qiao's house and borrow one from Zhang Qiao's mother.

Zhao Heng was a little embarrassed that the sickle from the previous day had not been returned and had been borrowing things from the Zhang family.

But before he could go to the neighbor's house to borrow it, Zhang Qiao's mother was resting at the gate of the courtyard, and saw Zhao Heng hurriedly rushing home across the distance.

Recalling that her son said the night before that Zhao's boy was busy working in the fields these days, Aunt Zhang thought to herself: Is there no utensils at home? This child has no parents, and if he helps him more, it is all for the sake of his own children.

Seeing Zhao Heng walking here with two buckets, Mother Zhang couldn't help laughing. The child didn't have a pole to carry water.

During the busy farming season, every household will use a pole to carry water. If you use two hands to carry water, let's not talk about whether your arms are strong enough. If you keep carrying heavy things like this, people who are weak may dislocate their arms.

Here, poles are often used when carrying water, especially for some young or weak people.

"Auntie, I want to...borrow a pole." Zhao Heng put down the bucket in his hand, scratched his head, and said with a smile.

Aunt Zhang guessed right, and smiled and agreed: "Hey, okay, you wait a moment, I'll go get it."

"Okay, thank you auntie! Someday the delicious food will be delivered to you first. Auntie, try it." Zhao Heng smiled and said goodbye to Aunt Zhang, and went to the river not far away to fetch water.

After pouring the last bucket of water, Zhao Heng stretched his waist and dragged his tired body home.

Standing in the yard, Zhao Heng was scrubbing his body with water drawn from a well. The body given to him by the original owner was not thin. Perhaps because his father was a scholar, his mother paid more attention to his health, and let the original owner follow the martial arts hall since he was a child. Master has studied for a while.

I dare not say that martial arts are excellent, but in the event of danger, I can protect myself, which can be regarded as a strong body.

Thanks to his health, otherwise, he would have lost half his life in fleeing the famine. Unfortunately, this Zhao Heng is not the other Zhao Heng.