Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Xiao Qian said in a low voice: "This year, there are 20 acres of Yongye Field in the family. It will take a lot of time to do all this. Where is there time to take care of the wasteland? And now that it is winter, the family has to Building a house and reclaiming wasteland can’t be spared.”

Zhou Dalang sighed and said, "Isn't this the big head and the big girl are not too young? Especially the big girl, they will be able to say kiss in a few years."

The Zhou family is not divided, and the grandchildren said that the bride price of the relatives is naturally from the public.

Xiao Qian thought for a while and said, "Let's talk about next year first, let's see if the family can stay busy, if we can, we will also go to a better place to drive, and after next year, Datou and Da Ya will be one year older. Now, they can help a little more with the work in the fields."

Zhou Dalang can only respond.

There are regulations on what to grow in the allocated fields. For example, in Yongye Field, only grain can be grown. Even if the county has loose control, at least 80% of the crops must be grown.

Therefore, it is impossible for them to occupy too much fertile land to grow ginger and yam, which cannot be used as food.

Moreover, Lao Zhoutou is also very cautious. This year ginger and yam have indeed brought a lot of income to the family, but they are only grown in small quantities, so they can be sold, but if they are grown more, they can be sold out. ?

Not to mention, this ginger and yam are not eaten every day, so he is willing to take a few acres of land to plant it is an adventure.

So he is not very happy about the decision of the third son to open up wasteland to grow ginger.

"There's a lot of work in the fields. If you don't do it more carefully, the grain production will definitely decrease. It's okay for the fourth and the others to mess around. Why does the third follow along?"

Qian said, "The old man cooks well. With the school job, he earns money every month. Not to mention the second child, his bamboo weaving skill earns no less than the big house every month. What about the third child? He has no other ability, he just knows how to farm, and now the four heads are three years old, and there will be another one, so there is no money to raise a child."

"There's no shortage of food and drink for them at home."

"Is it only necessary to eat and drink to raise a child?" Qian said angrily: "I don't need money to rip cloth and make clothes? If nothing else, he wants to cook a bowl of brown sugar water for his daughter-in-law. Does he have to ask the old people for it? Let him Do it, open seven or eight points, and they themselves have a profit."

"What about the land?"

Qian closed his eyes and did not speak.

This matter was not discussed for the time being, and they did not show their dissatisfaction. Zhou Xilang didn't know anything about it. .

He circled it down and decided to come back to open up wasteland when he had time.

But it is impossible for him to have time in the near future, because the Zhou family has already begun to dig the foundation to build the house.

Stones picked from the mountain were also delivered one after another, and the Zhou family's house began to be built.

Man Bao was so happy that every day when he came back from school, he had to walk around the house before going to Bai's house to do his homework.

There were enough materials and there were many people, so the house was built very quickly. Unlike the Bai family, the Zhou family not only built many houses, but also dug ponds in the yard, so the seven masonry houses were built in less than 18 days. .

After Lao Zhoutou settled the wages, he looked at the money left in the money box and felt a little heartache, "I still have to prepare the bedding."

"There's still a bed!" Man Bao just went to visit his new room, ran in in a hurry, and asked Old Zhoutou, "Dad, I want a new bed."

"Can't you sleep in that little bed?"

"I don't want it anymore, I'll give it to the three heads," Man Bao said, "I just promised the three heads. I'll give him my little bed when I move to the new house. Dad, you can make me a new bed. "

Old Zhou Tou said with a bitter face, "I'm running out of money."

"I have it." Man Bao ran back to the room, took out two strings of money in a short time, and stuffed it to him: "Dad, you must help me make the bed a little bigger, so I can pay it back. Can I invite my friends to come back and talk at night."

Old Zhou Tou almost choked. He widened his eyes and asked, "Who is your friend? Girl, you are a girl, but you can't lie on the same bed with a boy."

"I know," Man Bao said perfunctorily, "the friends I'm talking about are not Bai Shanbao and the others, but Miss Fu Er. She said that she wants to come to our house to play, and then I can sleep with her."

Old Zhoutou heaved a sigh of relief, but before his anger had completely subsided, he suddenly remembered the identity of Miss Fu Er, and raised his heart again, "What, the second Miss Fu you said is the second lady of the county magistrate's family? "

"Yes."

Lao Zhou swallowed his saliva and looked at his old wife.

Qian Shi also sat up straight and asked, "Miss Fu really said she wants to come to live with us?"

Man Bao nodded, "It's written in the letter."

Man Bao took out the letter to show them, but the husband and wife were both illiterate, so Man Bao read it to them, "She said, now that she is detained at home to learn the rules, it is not easy to even go out, so I envy me that I can be unrestrained. I thought it would be nice if she could come to our house, so I have already written to invite her to our house, and she may come after a while."

The backs of the old Zhoutou and Qian shi loosened, Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and they said, how could the daughter of the county magistrate come to their poor valley.

Looking at the deceitful girl, the old Zhou Tou smiled and promised, "Okay, I'll make you a new bed."

There is no need to think about the big bed, it's almost the same as a normal one.

Of course, the money from the full treasure is not enough, so they have to add it to it, and Lao Zhoutou's heart hurts just thinking about it.

A bed, not counting wood, would cost more than 200 wen for the woodworker alone, so the 200 wen for Manbao is far from enough.

But Old Zhoutou didn't say anything. The next day, he went to Dali Village with money to find a carpenter and added another bed.

After the new house was built, they didn't move in immediately. First, the beds were not made, and second, the new house was always a little damp, so it had to be baked with fire.

Man Bao is very keen to make a fire for his new house. Every day, he volunteers to raise a torch and raise it here and there.

Bai Shanbao also liked it very much, so he rushed to play with her, so scared that he snatched both of their torches, and then drove them both out, "Playing with fire to wet the bed at night!"

Man Bao retorted: "Nonsense, what does playing with fire have to do with bedwetting?"

"That's right, I've never heard of people who play with fire and wet the bed."

"Everyone said that," Datou put out the torch and said, "Anyway, you are not allowed to play. Grandpa said that baking the house is an adult's business. Little girl, if you are not obedient, I will tell my grandma and my mother. ."

Man Bao dared to be angry and did not dare to say anything. What she feared most was her mother and sister-in-law.