The Farm Girl’s Charismatic Fortune

Chapter 211 - 211 207 The Particularly Troublesome Xuanbao

?Chapter 211: Chapter 207 The Particularly Troublesome Xuanbao Chapter 211: Chapter 207 The Particularly Troublesome Xuanbao The fields, brimming with hope, bustled with everyone’s hard work.

As the sun gradually tilted westward, no one felt weary, and the laughter and chatter persisted.

Some were cutting the rice stalks; others were threshing; some carried the grain to the official road to be transported back to the village’s drying grounds; others bound the straw from threshed stalks for easy drying, a method that involved just restraining the area right below the rice heads. Once bound and propped open with a flick of the wrist, these bound sheaves stood like graceful young maidens in the harvested fields, basking in the sunlight.

Apart from facilitating drying, these tidy bundles made it easy to carry back to the village and then stack into cylindrical hayricks, convenient for gradually taking home as firewood.

Moreover, these hayricks could be piled outside without fear of rain, which would only wet the top layer, so there was no need to worry if there wasn’t enough room in the woodshed at home.

When needed, one could simply drag some back to the kitchen at home for use, very handy for starting fires.

So, each autumn after the harvest, the fields would be dotted with these “scarecrows.”

In the autumn, the wind was strong, and after a few days of drying, the straw could usually be gathered and piled up, but not after the summer harvest. It was the same this time, as the summer harvest required immediate tilling of the fields in preparation for the next planting, and so it was now.

After this acre of fields was harvested, the straw had to be carried back to the village to be dried, and then the land had to be tilled, fertilized, and prepared for the next round of planting.

Ruo Xuan couldn’t sit still; though she had lived for a century, she was still a child at heart. When she tired of swinging the sickle, she would run off to bind straw with the children. After a while, and some play with the village kids, Ruo Xuan would find it uninteresting and jet off to thresh grain.

At this time, without threshing machines, threshing was done by forcefully smacking the rice heads against the edge of wooden barrels to knock the grains out.

Surrounding the barrel, a bamboo or straw mat would be set up to prevent the grain from flying everywhere, avoiding waste.

This task was incredibly grueling, not suitable for children, usually the men’s work.

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