Chapter 210

"Big ash!" A clear voice sounded, and then a silver gray figure came out.

Big ash quickly got up, ran to Nalan Jinnian and wagged his tail.

Big ash stuck out his tongue: it soiled his teeth!

Bad old man's blood is sour and smelly!

It needs to gargle!

Nalan Jinnian looked at old man Wen coldly: "don't fight. Pay attention to what you shouldn't fight."

In the night, under the moonlight, his icy eyes were cold.

The sound was cold, like hail hitting old man Wen's heart.

Old man Wen was so frightened that he trembled all over and felt cold from the bottom of his heart.

Nalan Jinnian took back her eyes and said to Wen Jiarui, "Uncle Wen, I'm leaving."

The tone was no longer cold and polite.

Wen Jiarui nodded.

Nalan Jinnian left with big ash.

Wen Jiarui looked at old man Wen on the ground with complex eyes.

He saw several small blood holes in his neck, and the skin was broken and bleeding: "Dad, are you okay?"

Old man Wen peed his pants. He was worried that Wen Jiarui would find out that his face and dignity were gone!

"Nothing!" He reddened his old face and couldn't care about his neck pain. He quickly got up, covered his neck and ran away.

In the moonlight, Wen Jiarui looked at a pool of water on the ground.

“.........”

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The weather is getting warmer and warmer.

The full grains of wheat bent the ears of wheat.

The wheat that warms the home is also ripe in August. It is golden in the green cluster. It is particularly festive!

Winter wheat can finally be harvested!!

Wen Jiarui hired more than 50 short-time workers in the town to rush to collect the wheat from the good fields in Qianjia village, because after the wheat rush, he had to tidy up the fields and plant rice.

Ten short-time workers were hired to help harvest the fields in the village.

Otherwise, it will delay the planting of rice for one day, then mature one day later, and then delay the planting of late rice.

Rice seedlings have been raised by the family for a long time.

The fields were bustling and everyone was sweating like rain!

On the day of wheat harvest, Nalan Jinnian didn't come because of something. He told warm to record the yield per mu and tell him at that time.

Wen Jiafu came only after half of the wheat was harvested.

He saw strings of heavy ears of wheat. It was an excitement in my heart!

Standing on the edge, he repressed his inner excitement and asked, "old four, the wheat is really full. How many kilograms per mu!"

Wen Jiarui didn't raise his head: "I don't know, it doesn't count!"

Old man Wen also came. He also went down to the field to help harvest wheat. He couldn't stop it.

This is what he can do to help the fourth family.

He listened to his eldest son and said happily, "the wheat is bulging and heavier than the rice we grow. I think it should be 500 Jin! A good harvest, this is a great harvest!"

Other short-time workers listened and said, "five hundred pounds may be more than five hundred pounds, maybe higher!"

They deal with crops all year round. Looking at the trend, they think they have seven or eight kilograms, but this is a bit exaggerated. They don't know if they are wrong.

After all, he worked as an official in many places in Naran, and went to many places to study when he was studying, so he knew the climate of various places.

Several people discussed when winter wheat could be planted in those counties and towns in Nalan, so that cold areas could be double cooked a year and warm areas could be triple cooked a year.

With the results, he wrote a memorial to Nalan Jinnian. When the wheat was dried and the output came out, he quickly sent people to the capital.

Nalan Jinnian said to Ouyang Huai'an, "after the wheat is dried, you send someone to put all the grain into the granary, keep it well, and make wheat seeds next year."

"OK." Ouyang Huai'an nodded.