Chapter 605 Autumn Harvest Mutual Aid Team
Harvest season always goes by so fast, and the week goes by like Henderson's prostate.
For Lalor, time has accelerated to the extreme in this week.
Under the setting sun and half-starry sky, the wheat field next door is still golden.
The farmers who had snatched his wheat were even bending over and waving their sickles in sweat.
But at this moment, he was standing in front of each wheat stubble, holding a sickle and looking blankly, while Ansel and Bryson behind him were tying the last sheaf of oats.
Dusting off the dust and grass clippings from his hands, Bryson and Ansel stood beside Lalor.
At this time, Bryson looked at the empty wheat field in front of him. Although he was tired, he felt indescribably satisfied.
All 18 acres of fields were harvested at this moment, and he also visited the lord's private land several times during this period.
At this time, September was even three weeks away. In the past, he was still running desperately between the lord's fields and his own fields.
For the first time, Lalor took the initiative to find Ansel and even held his hand: "What do you want me to do? Just say it, as long as I can do it."
Lalor was ready to accept the monk's teachings on what he called the Order of the Cause and the Perpetual Tenure.
But Ansel's answer surprised him: "We saved you two and a half weeks, excluding the next week of work for the lord, and gave you another half a week to rest.
There are seven days in total. If you have free time, please work with me. ”
As a result, during the next period of time, there was one more person helping with the harvesting in the fields along with Ansel and Bryson.
Two days later, after they helped the second poorest farmer's family finish harvesting, there were only two people following Ansel and Bryson.
Every time they went to a field, they worked in groups of five, with four harvesting and one binding. They were able to harvest 10 to 12 acres of land every day.
In addition to the fields that the farmers had already harvested themselves, they could basically help a family that lacked labor to harvest all the wheat fields in two days, and then used favors to help them continue.
By mid-August, there were eight people following Ansel and Bryson, who could form two five-person teams to help harvest, and could basically harvest 20 acres in one day.
In the following week, the number of people behind Ansel and Bryson increased almost at a rate of one to two per day.
Ansel took advantage of the situation and formed a group of five people into a harvesting team, and asked them to nominate the team leader on their own.
Logically speaking, some members of the harvest team agreed to work for a week and some agreed to work for three days, but in the end, almost no one left.
Because they found that harvesting as a family unit was far less efficient than such a small team.
Taking harvesting as an example, assuming two families each have 10 acres of land, and each family has two or three laborers harvesting for one day, they will only harvest 2-3 acres, and it will take four or five days to finish the harvest.
If we follow Ansel's method of four people harvesting and one person tying, first we go to your house and finish the harvest in one day, and then we go to my house and finish the harvest in one day, and it will be done in two days.
The extra two or three days can be used to collect more hay or repair the house.
Not only harvesting, but also threshing grain and shelling, even collecting and chopping firewood, or repairing fences, are all more powerful than having two or three laborers per family alone.
Many people even slapped their foreheads and felt regretful: "We all know how to work together when hunting wolves and foxes, but how can we do farm work if we don't know how?"
Although the promised labor time has passed, they will still stay in this team and enjoy the benefits.
Of course, when there are too many people there will be trouble.
During the period of expansion, Ansel and Bryson had to deal with several such disputes. Someone was procrastinating or slacking off and was discovered by others.
But what kind of society are mountain people like?
If he is discovered, he will die, let alone the community. With the violent temper of the mountain people, they will really push the lazy person to the ground and kick him. Even if he is kicked to death, no one will speak for him.
As for Ansel, what he has to do is to appease the angry mountain people, and then make a reasonable penalty, which will be implemented if unanimously passed.
Unfortunately, Ansel and Bryson came a little late. They only came in August and did not catch up with the soil loosening process in mid-July, and not all farmers needed help.
In the end, there were only 22 households in this "mutual aid group", accounting for about 30% of the farmers in the manor, and they were also the poorest households.
By this time, Bryson had to admit sincerely: "Where did you learn this trick? The previous country priest couldn't even get out of the church door."
Ansel and other farmers had just taken advantage of the slack to clear the irrigation ditch. At this time, he was covered in mud and his face was stained. He looked like the Nicosacks had come to life.
Hearing Bryson's words, Ansel turned around and walked backwards facing Bryson. He grinned and showed his big white teeth in the black mud. I just used the experience I summarized.”
"Let's call everyone together tonight and decide on the harvest team. Your first step has been completed, right?"
Ansel shook his head: "It's still the first step..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bryson frowned. It wasn't that there was something wrong with Ansel, but that an idle guy following Henderson was walking towards him. Bryson had a bad feeling in his heart.
Ansel, who had bright eyes open and his back to the road, was about to explain, but another foot was inserted under his feet.
Caught off guard, Ansel staggered. He didn't even have time to scream, and his whole body suddenly fell to the side.
There happened to be a thorn bush wrapped in a fence.
"Hey!" Bryson was shocked and immediately reached out to pull it, but before he could, Ansel fell on his back among the thorny thorns.
The thorns instantly pierced his skin and clothes. Although Ansel adjusted his posture, a hand-length wound still appeared on Ansel's cheek and arm.
Drops of bright red blood fell to the ground, and the idle man's smiling voice followed: "Oh, I'm sorry, isn't this Brother Ansel? I didn't even recognize it."
"Fart." Helping Ansel sit up, Bryson's eyes filled with anger for the first time. His fingers pointing at the idle man were trembling, "Didn't you see that Brother Ansel hasn't seen me yet? ”
"How can you say that?" The expression on the idle man's face was extremely sincere, even with a hint of grievance. "I didn't see it clearly, and I accidentally bumped into him. With this outfit, I thought he was a beggar——"
"Aminoas! (*Mountain County swear word, derived from lycanthrope)"
"Uh-huh——"
Before the idle man could finish his words, his waist was thrust forward suddenly, and Bryson even heard the crisp sound of bones dislocating.
As the dust flew up, he let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and the idle man suddenly threw himself forward and fell to the ground, kneeling in front of Ansel.
"Ah -" Turning sideways and covering his lower back, all the flesh on his face was pulled together, and he was pupating on the ground like a big maggot, "Who, who dares to attack me?"
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Others may not see it clearly, but Bryson sees it clearly.
After Ansel fell, Lalor, who was not far away, started running from five to six meters away at zero frame, and kicked the idle man directly on the butt.
A flying kick knocked off the waistcoat on the idle man's body.
Struggling from the ground, the idle man tried to get up, but as soon as he raised his head with his hands on the ground, his sight was filled with several thick and hairy calves.
Before he could even see clearly, farmers stepped on his fingers one after another.
The screams didn't even end. He was kneeled on the bridge of his face and nose again, and bright red nosebleeds flowed down. The farmers' strange voices could be heard in his ears.
"Ouch, who is there? I almost tripped."
"I don't know. I saw a black thing lying there. I thought it was a dog."
"Some wild dogs on the roadside run around without knowing who their owners are."
After being knocked unconscious by the kick, the idle man managed to get up with his hands on his lower back, the flesh on his face throbbing with pain.
But he still kept saying: "Who kicked me? Who? Who kicked me? Come forward, let's fight!"
The peasant women stopped driving the chickens and ducks, the farmers stopped carrying straw, and the area suddenly became quiet.
After asking several questions, none of the farmers answered, and Lalor was already hidden behind them.
The idle man was still looking around with vicious eyes, but wherever he could see, there were pairs of eyes that were either cold or joking.
For some reason, a strange feeling of fear enveloped his heart. He looked left and right for a while and continued to say harshly: "Don't let me catch you, I already know who it is! I'm in a good mood today and I won't argue with you. ”
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth in pain and limped along the path and left the area.
After he left, the other villagers immediately cast concerned glances at Bryson and Ansel, and several nearby farmers hurriedly stepped forward to help them.
Turning his head to look at the other villagers who were surrounding Ansel to ask questions, and looking sideways at the idle man who left in embarrassment, Bryson had to admit that this situation really turned Ansel on.
Maybe there is hope? Although there are only more than 20 households, we finally have our own people.
Approaching Ansel, Bryson lowered his head and lowered his voice: "Is this the second step?"
"It's still early." Ansel shook his head and raised a finger.
"Still the first step?" Bryson scratched his head, "When do you have to wait until your second step?"
"We have to wait until something important is delivered." Although his face was covered with mud and blood, Ansel's eyes were extremely bright as he looked outside the manor.
(End of chapter)