As soon as it got dark, Shen Changfu got up early. His old wife had already prepared breakfast. The family ate some randomly, and then he took his two daughters-in-law and a half-year-old grandson down to earth.

The family's three sons followed their son-in-law to Gangneung to do tea business. The old wife has serious back problems and a daughter-in-law is about to give birth. These four people are the only ones who can go to the fields. If they don't harvest early, they may not be able to catch up with the autumn sowing of rapeseed.

The millet in the field has almost grown. One man was hanging his head like a drunk man. Shen Changfu reached out and took out a long ear of millet and said happily: "This year is another good harvest. Don't be stunned. Get started early." "

Then the family of four began to harvest. The two daughters-in-law cut the ears of grain in front and put them in the basket. He and his grandson harvested the stalks with sickles.

He bought the sickle in a private shop last spring. It was cheap and easy to use. It didn't take long to cut a piece.

Shen Changfu straightened up and took a sip of water. Seeing that other people were already arriving, he stopped delaying. Just as he leaned over, he heard a rumble of footsteps.

He pointed his toes and saw a group of soldiers trotting over in neat steps, shouting strange slogans, "Bowls, chopsticks, bowls! Bowls, chopsticks, bowls!..."

"I didn't hear there was going to be a war! These dead Qiu Ba don't know where they are going to harm people!" Shen Changfu said to the two daughters-in-law in front: "Qiu Ba is coming, you two go inside and hide first, and wait for them to pass. Come out again."

Unexpectedly, these Qiu Ba did not pass by, but stopped nearby. This made Shen Changfu scream in his heart that something was wrong, and he quickly pulled his grandson into the ground.

"Fellow, fellow, where are you harvesting the millet? Don't run away, fellow! Your shoe has fallen off, fellow!"

When those farmers who had just arrived on the field saw Xu Xian, they came over to him, threw the pots of rice soup on the ground, and scattered like frightened birds.

"Du Tou, there are still people in the field who haven't escaped!" Dakui pulled out an old man and a half-grown boy from the field.

Li Mobai pushed aside the millet stalks and said, "There are two other women in Dutou, and one is pretty good-looking, hehe..."

Shen Changfu said with a mournful face: "Master, what are you going to do? The old man is a law-abiding farmer. Those two are his daughter-in-law and both are women from good families. If the military master wants money, the old man will go back and get it right away!"

Xu Xian smiled and comforted: "Don't misunderstand me, I'm here to help you receive the grain."

Hearing this, Shen Changfu felt his heart tremble, "Master Jun, you can't do this. This is what the old man's family has worked hard to grow year after year. You can't just snatch it all away."

Xu Xian had expected such a situation, and he patiently explained it to the old man, but the old man just didn't believe it. Xu Xian had no choice but to shut up and talk about it later.

Xu Xian ignored the old man and told everyone: "Don't be stunned! Take action quickly!"

Luo Fubang came over with a sickle on his shoulder, "Du Tou, we are building houses and digging cesspits for people in the city, why do we have to go to the countryside to collect millet? What are we doing here?"

"During the last expedition, that Sister-in-law He was so quick to forget about seeing each other off with water on the imperial street? I did this just so you could feel proud of yourself while riding on the horse, and you could brag to others about how benevolent and righteous you were afterwards. "

"If that's what you're doing, as long as I have some money, I guarantee that I can find a bunch of people here for you!"

"Damn it, you can't use your little cleverness for serious business. If you don't want to harvest the grain, just go back to the city and sit in the homes of those brothers who died in battle."

Luo Fubang's expression changed suddenly when he heard this. He went up to him and finished the funeral arrangements for the red scarfed soldiers who died in battle. A man full of passion almost fell into depression. He sighed and sighed for several days before he came over.

He immediately shook his head like a rattle and went to collect the grains honestly.

When Shen Changfu saw hundreds of soldiers actually harvesting grain, he became anxious. He walked beside a soldier in the corridor and said, "Sir, please take pity on this old man. There are seven or eight people in his family, and they all live on this small amount of grain." Well. The old man’s son-in-law is doing business in the city, and he knows a few big shots..."

What he responded to was indeed a familiar ugly face, and a vicious word, "Off with your head!"

Seeing the old man roll his eyes and pass out, the Muggle helplessly shrugged, "I just wanted to tell him that he stepped on my shoe!"

When Shen Changfu woke up, he found that he was lying under a small shed set up by branches and a few military uniforms. Most of his crops had been lost. Looking at his grandson drinking water from a black pottery bowl next to him, Shen Changfu was so angry. He slapped his grandson on the back of the head, "You still drink when the food is gone! You'll drink to death!"

The grandson rubbed his head and said, "Our food is still there, and my mother and aunt have brought the grain home."

Shen Changfu was surprised, "Did you really take him home?"

"My grandson dare not lie to Aweng. The food has really been brought home. Now he should be cooking for these dead people!"

Bang! Shen Changfu slapped his grandson on the head again, "You little bastard doesn't want to live anymore!"

"What are you afraid of? I scolded them just now and they kicked me, but it didn't hurt as much as yours."

Shen Changfu looked incredulous, "That's really a ghost!"

"What a ghost!"

Hearing someone behind him echoing, Shen Changfu turned around and saw five people standing on the ground. The first one was a tall and burly old man wearing a linen gown, the three behind him were all old men in Confucian robes, and a young man wearing a Hengdao was the one who spoke.

Shen Changfu stood up and said, "I wonder what you guys are doing?"

The young man replied: "Master, this is your family's land? Those soldiers were hired by you to work."

Shen Changfu smiled bitterly, "This is the land of the old man's family. The old man has no ability to hire these soldiers. They come here early in the morning to help the old man collect the millet. They don't know how much they will blackmail the old man later!"

The tall old man at the head smiled and said: "Don't worry, they won't charge you. You just serve them tea. Give me a hug and call Xu Xian over."

"It's better for me to go. I haven't done farm work in many years and my hands are a little itchy!" An old man in his seventies with a white beard said and took off his Confucian robe and small clothes, revealing a shriveled body. Skin and flesh.

Shen Changfu quickly advised: "My dear friend, you look older than me, but I don't dare to let you work for me. If you do something bad, I can't explain it to your family!"

"Don't worry, I was also a good worker when I was young. If I get tired, I will stop!"

Xu Xian put down the millet stalks in his hands and beat his waist vigorously. He had been dreaming a lot lately and muttered: "This farm work is really hard to do! Jiubao, stop catching locusts. Let's go back to the city after we're done."
Chapter completed!