Two more days passed, and all the rice in the commune was finally harvested.
Every household mobilized all the labor they could for the harvest, and no one dared to take breaks. They quickly grabbed a piece of bread while eating at noon, then resumed work with their sickles.
Having worked seventeen or eighteen hours a day, everyone was utterly exhausted; they would fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.
However, the result of this frantic harvesting was that all the rice was gathered in just six days, which was almost twice as fast as before.
But even so, no one dared to relax yet.
The grains had to be dried completely.
If it was a normal year without pests, they might take a couple of days off before drying the grains. But now, they were afraid that locusts would come again.
Even though Zhao Mancao had arranged many people to guard the drying ground, people still felt insecure. They would check the drying ground now and then.
