The Pretty Man I Picked Up [Time Travel]

Chapter 71 Grain drying field

Xu Haorui was stunned.

Brother Qing went to the grain drying field? !

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the grain drying field. In the surrounding rice fields, villagers were waving sickles with their backs to the sky and their faces to the soil. Few people like him had already started plowing the fields. Across the fields, figures walking around the fields could be seen.

Lin Qingjiu held her waist and her round belly, and walked along the aisle in the middle of the flat drying field. There were patches of yellow rice on both sides. He looked left and right, looking for his own rice.

There are several straw huts standing at the end of the drying field for the villagers who guard the millet to enjoy the shade.

They turn the rice over every short period of time to expose it to direct sunlight to speed up drying.

The villagers who were plowing the rice with wooden rakes on the drying ground all stopped and looked at him curiously.

People in the hut in the distance stared at him and whispered to each other.

Some of the people left on the drying ground are half-grown children, some are elderly grandmas and grandpas, or young women and husbands who are pregnant and cannot do heavy work. In short, almost everyone is out in the busy farming season, and compared with the labor force The weak work in the drying field.

The young and middle-aged labor force is in the fields.

Not everyone who stayed here had seen Lin Qingjiu.

Lin Qingjiu finally recognized his brand-new wooden rake in the third-to-last patch of rice near the end of the thatched shed.

The spread rice is flat and there is no sign of turning.

He walked slowly to the rake and stared at the rake lying on the ground with a slight frown.

"Give."

The wooden rake was picked up by a small dark-skinned hand and handed to him.

Lin Qingjiu raised his eyes and looked at the round-faced child who had just reached his shoulder, then took the rake and said with a smile: "Thank you."

Seeing this, the child lowered his head shyly and whispered, "You're welcome." Then he quickly ran back to the rice field next door, pushing and pulling the rake.

Lin Qingjiu stood there with a rake and studied nearby, watching the movements of the child's hand. After a while, the child raised his head and secretly looked at him. When he met his eyes, he immediately lowered his head and quickly pulled the rake on his hand.

He chuckled softly and turned to watch the actions of other villagers turning over grains in the drying field.

After a while, he realized he understood. He awkwardly pushed and pulled the wooden rake to turn over the rice spread on the drying ground. After turning for a while, he stood up straight to rest, and then continued to move the rake through the rice fields.

One side of the rake has evenly spaced coarse teeth for turning the rice, and the top is a flat piece for gathering the rice. The dual-purpose rake has a certain weight.

When he was halfway through turning the grains, he was already panting slightly. He held his swollen belly with one hand and pulled the rake back and forth with the other.

The embroidered girl ran to the drying yard and saw Lin Qingjiu walking with a rake in the distance. Her heart skipped a beat and she ran over quickly.

She ran to Lin Qingjiu and gasped, "Sister-in-law, let me do it."