Every spring, Daohua would go to Daoxiang Village to inspect the spring plowing, and each time he would bring Daozi with him. Once they arrived at the manor, it wouldn’t be long before Daozi mingled with the children of the tenant farmers, teasing cats and dogs, running around everywhere.
Thus, Daozi was no stranger to the fields.
While Xiao Moreng and the others were still annoyed at getting their shoes dirty and stubbing their toes on the freshly plowed earth, Daozi had cheerfully picked up his little bag and started collecting ears of grain.
The field where the children were picking up the grain had just been harvested the day before.
After the grain was exposed to the scorching sun, the kernels would easily fall off. Even though the tenant farmers harvested carefully, there would still be some ears of grain left behind in the furrows.
Not only did Daozi and a few others pick them up, but the children of tenant farmer families did as well.
Whatever ears of grain were left in the fields, whoever found them would claim them. There was no need for instruction, and whenever this time came, all the children from the tenant farmer families would be mobilized.
Seeing the fields filled with children picking up grain, Xiao Moreng and the others seemed to assimilate and slowly joined in.
"We’re picking up ears of grain as a punishment. Are they doing the same?" Xiao Mobao slowly gathered grain, bending over only to take a rest before bending again, so leisurely that even the youngest, Xiao Moxu, walked ahead of him.
When Daozi heard this, he turned around and said, "I know about this. They’re picking these ears to take home to eat."
Xiao Moqing looked puzzled: "With so much grain grown in these fields, isn’t that enough for them to eat?"
Daozi stopped and stood up: "Because these fields aren’t theirs, so the grain also has nothing to do with them. They can only get a small portion."
With that, he looked earnestly at Xiao Moreng and the others.
"Fourth Brother, Sixth Brother, you must work hard. My dad said that to many people, we are like pieces of fatty meat, attracting hungry wolves."
"If we’re not capable enough, we won’t be able to protect our property, and we’ll be devoured by the hungry wolves, skin and all," he said, gesturing towards the other children in the fields.
"Then, we’ll end up just like them, tilling other people’s fields, picking up ears of grain others have left behind."
Chu Lang on the field ridge: "....."
How did Xiao Yeyang teach Daozi? Is it really okay for such a young child to talk like this?
However, it’s impressive that Daozi remembered and even vividly taught the young princes a lesson.
Xiao Moreng and Xiao Mokuan, being a bit older, understood the situation upon hearing Daozi’s words, looking thoughtful, while Xiao Moqing, Xiao Mobao, and Xiao Moxu appeared unconcerned.
At the beginning, the little fellows were quite interested, and inspired by the children of the tenant farmers, they indeed picked up some ears of grain and put them all into Dongli’s bag—it amounted to nearly half a bag.
But after picking for half an hour and the novelty wearing off, Xiao Mobao was the first to sit down in the field, refusing to move anymore.
Soon enough, Xiao Moxu had had enough as well.
Daozi and Xiao Moqing, on the other hand, ran off to catch sparrows with the children of tenant farmers.
Thus, in the field, only the oldest, Xiao Moreng and Xiao Mokuan, resignedly continued picking up ears of grain.
As older brothers, they couldn’t just run off to play wildly like their younger siblings because Grandfather Chu and Dongli’s bodyguard were watching from the ridge.
In the empty fields, a group of sparrows fluttered to and fro, looking for grains that had fallen to the ground.
Wherever sparrows landed, there would be children pouncing towards them.
"Bang!"
Seeing a sparrow land on a haystack, Daozi, without thinking, leapt towards it.
The haystack wasn’t big; as Daozi’s body pressed onto it, it collapsed, but he managed to catch the sparrow.
"Fourth Brother, look, I caught a sparrow!"
Daozi ran excitedly towards Xiao Moreng with the sparrow clutched tightly in his hands, and upon reaching him, he excitedly said, "Later, we can eat roasted sparrow."
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