You need to raise your pet using a system [Era]

Chapter 51 Autumn Harvest

Under the blazing sun, Lu Yuanqing bent down and put the baskets he was carrying on the ground. He wished he could just throw the carrying pole off his shoulder.

This useless system, doesn't it really have any magic pills to reward us with?

Carrying corn back to the village uphill and downhill, even if you can stop to rest along the way, you still feel exhausted.

At the mobilization meeting, Zhao Zhongcai said that after the autumn harvest, the grain would be distributed, and then everyone could eat their fill. So everyone was full of energy and worked with great enthusiasm.

Lu Yuanqing, who had plenty of food but couldn't find a suitable excuse to take it out, said he was exhausted.

Even if everyone has to participate in the busy farming season, could we at least let him pick corn? Picking corn is really tiring for him.

Fortunately, he and Lu Yuanbo took turns carrying water for the family every day during this period, which helped him get some exercise. At least he didn't have to carry baskets and his shoulders couldn't take it anymore.

Why should we give him the heavy lifting of moving corn? Can't he just not take all the work points?

While resting, Lu Yuanqing's eyes darted around. He saw someone carrying corn coming from afar, so he rearranged the carrying pole, placed it on his shoulders which had been suffering, and started walking.

Rest is fine, but you can't rest for too long, otherwise that's just being lazy.

During the harvest season, even someone as carefree as Zhao Si dared not slack off.

All villagers are supervisors.

Of course, at this time, unless you are so sick that you can't get out of bed, you can't even ask for leave from the brigade.

Even Lu Mingnan came out to work.

Many hands make light work; this is more than just a slogan.

Soon, a basket and a wicker basket of corn were transported to a main road in the village.

The corn was immediately dumped onto a cart and transported to the drying ground.

The land distribution in Shihua Village is truly torturous. The furthest part is close to the oak forest, and you have to climb up one slope after another. Normally, walking is tiring, but now it feels like carrying a heavy load.

Farmers really have it tough!

The weather is also the most torturous thing.

Everyone involved in the labor was as if they were all working in a steam room at the same time.

Her exposed neck and cheeks were flushed red.

Many men were working shirtless, with a towel under their shoulders.

When the weather is hot and humid, it's easy to become irritable, and a single wrong word can easily lead to an argument.

After emptying the corn from the basket, Lu Yuanqing went home, picked up a water ladle, scooped up a ladle of water, and poured it over himself.

MD!

He was steaming!

After cursing the useless system in his mind for a while, he drank a lot of water, then found a container to carry the water to Lu Yuanhuan and the others on the slope.

"Third Brother, you're finally here! It's so hot!" Lu Yuanbo saw him coming with water from afar and rushed over.

"Be careful, what will you drink if you spill it?" Lu Yuanqing scolded.

There aren't enough water containers for everyone; they all need to drink.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful!" Lu Yuanbo said perfunctorily, and then gulped down his drink.

It's so hot that I'm constantly sweating, and I don't need to go to the toilet no matter how much water I drink.

After Lu Yuanbo finished drinking, Lu Yuanhuan, Lu Mingxi, and Lu Mingdong also ran over.

All four of them were responsible for picking corn.

Poor Lu Mingdong, he's barely tall enough, and he still has to help with picking corn.

"Look at him, Yuan Qing even thought of getting water for Yuan Bo and the others, but my son doesn't even think of his mother!"

A few elderly women across the fields were also picking corn, occasionally glancing up at each other before turning back to chat.

"That's right! Yuan Qing is a good kid. Look at the younger members of the Lu family, they're all doing well."

"He's kind-hearted!"

"That woman Tian Xiaoju got a good deal. A while ago, when we were really saying that Yuan Qing was a good guy, she came out and said that Yuan Qing was her son-in-law. Bah, they're not even married yet!"

"Exactly! Now that Lu Yuanqing is an accountant, and his family members, Yuanbo and the others, are sensible and work hard every day without ever slacking off, I can't help but think he's her son-in-law. But who doesn't know what she's really thinking!"

"Sigh, there's no use saying all this. Tian Xiaoju is right, Lu Yuanqing is indeed her future son-in-law. Tell me, why didn't we act faster back then? We let that woman Tian Xiaoju get the better deal!"

"Haha, serves you right for not having a suitable daughter back then!"

They were talking and laughing every now and then, which made Lu Yuanbo crane his neck to look.

"These old ladies are so energetic! In this sweltering heat, how do they not only have the energy to work, but also to chat and joke around? I'm exhausted!"

Lu Yuanqing glanced at it but couldn't quite hear what was being said. Anyway, he heard his own name and didn't dare to respond at all.

How do you say that?

At the village entrance, where the old ladies gather, even a dog would be disgraced if it walked past.

It wasn't the village entrance, but there were still several elderly women gathered there, so it was best for him to pretend he couldn't hear them.

I can't just join them!

He doesn't have that talent.

After working from dawn till dusk for several days, even with occasional light rain, Lu Yuanqing and his team had to keep going.

Summer brings frequent torrential rains.

Especially since it seems like Mother Nature likes to play tricks on farmers. The corn, which has just been threshed and is drying nicely, will suddenly start raining when a dark cloud drifts by.

The villagers hurriedly finished harvesting the corn that had been slightly rained on, and before they could even lament the corn that had gotten a little wet or be thankful that they had acted quickly and that most of the corn hadn't gotten wet, the dark clouds in the sky cleared up and the sun was shining brightly again.

"Wait a little longer, that dark cloud hasn't gone far yet, what if it comes back?" A young man was fed up with the easterly rain that had fallen several times in the past few days.

An experienced elder waved his hand, "Hurry up and take the harvested corn out to dry."

It's normal; you'll get used to it.

Instead of worrying about the past and the future, we should take advantage of the time to dry and store the produce.

Lu Yuanqing, expressionless, used a dustpan to carry the corn out, one clump at a time.

So far, he has experienced it, with a record of three times in one day trying to steer the enemy to the east, and he has been driven to the point of exhaustion.

The corn was almost finished drying, but hadn't been completely stored away yet, and it was time to harvest the rice in the village.

Every day, I get up before dawn, and the days of carrying a sickle have arrived.

Due to the intense autumn harvest work, the Lu family and all the villagers did not get to eat any meat.

Oh! I don't know about other families, but the Lu family can still get a few eggs.

The chicks that Lu Yuanhuan asked her aunt to pick out for her were very capable. Now that they've been raised, they're giving back to her family by giving her an egg every day.

But two eggs a day for a family of eight—that little bit of meat isn't enough.

Originally, because they had eaten their fill, their thin faces didn't look so scary anymore, but after the autumn harvest, they were back to square one.

The phrase "lacking in oil and water" perfectly encapsulates the reality.

After all the rice was dried and stored in the warehouse, Lu Yuanqing looked at himself and felt extremely uncomfortable because he had become much darker.