Traveling through books: Traveling through time with a golden finger to become a soft rice man

The two first went to inspect the cotton field, where workers were picking cotton. Lin Ting'an picked a basket and prepared to go back and make two pillows similar to those on the sofa to put in the study.

After picking a basketful of cotton, Lin Ting'an's hands got tired, so he gave up.

After Yang Yuanzu and the team leaders of each group explained the precautions, he took Lin Ting'an towards the textile factory.

The temporary dormitories in the textile factory were crude and crowded, and Yang Yuanzu was planning to recruit people to build a serious employee dormitory.

Yang Yuanzu posted the recruitment notice at the entrance of the factory and planned to go to the village entrance again.

Lin Ting'an was tired when they walked out of the textile factory, and Yang Yuanzu could only carry his wife home on his back.

On the way, Yang Yuanzu thought about it for a moment. To repair the house, he still had to find Xiang Fangzhong, a bricklayer in the county. After all, he was a professional.

After returning home, Yang Yuanzu wrote a letter and asked the nurse to send it to the county town to see how the situation in the county town was now.

As a result, the news was that Xiang Fangzhong took his newly married daughter-in-law back to the countryside to escape the disaster. The streets were in chaos, and their shops and department stores were all looted.

After Yang Huahua learned the news, he had no appetite for food all day long. He put in all his efforts in the Baiwei Building but it was ruined by the drought.

Lin Ting'an has experienced ups and downs, and his mood is much more stable than that of Yang Huahua. What's more, their base camp is still there, and the losses in the county can be earned back in the future.

The nursing home also brought back some other news, saying that rain-seeking sacrifices were being held in other places, but Yang Yuanzu did not comment on this matter.

After more than ten days, the river completely dried up, and everyone in the village now relies on the two wells to survive.

At this time, Li Zheng came to the door, and the two opened the reservoir to the villagers according to the originally agreed countermeasures.

Compared with other villages, the life of the villagers in Fengping Village is much better.

However, the village still prepared to hold a rain praying ceremony according to the rules. The villagers were very active in this matter. Yang Yuanzu was not interested in this matter and stayed at home as usual.

That day, Xianyu was painting a portrait for his wife at home. A message from Suning came outside: "Master, Master Zhu is here."

Yang Yuanzu's face was full of questions, but he still said back outside: "Invite him in!"

Then he put down the pen and ink, washed the ink on his hands and walked out of the study.

In the study, Lin Ting'an got up and walked to the desk to look at the portrait Yang Yuanzu had drawn for him, and saw a cartoon character with a big belly.

Lin Ting'an:...

I'm afraid he won't be able to use his husband's painting attainments in the future.

Inside the Yang family hall.

"Why does your tea taste like grapefruit and sweet? Let's put honey in it!" Master Zhu said and thought it tasted good, so he took another sip.

"Master Zhu has a really good tongue. This is honey grapefruit tea." Yang Duan replied from the side.

"I happen to have two grapefruit trees planted at home. I will try this method when I get home another day."

When Yang Yuanzu walked to the door, he heard the conversation in the main room. As he stepped into the threshold, he said: "This grapefruit tea cannot be brewed like ordinary tea. It must be boiled in a pot first to remove the bitter taste."

Yang Yuanzu walked into the main room and saw the rice paper placed by Master Zhu. He already had some guesses in his mind, and he probably asked him to write something. People in the village did this a lot, and they all said that he was the luckiest person in the village. During the Chinese New Year, they all came to him to write couplets, saying they were lucky.

Master Zhu stood up and said: "Boss Yang, I'm sorry to bother you again. I'm busy with the sacrifices and can't leave, so I asked you to come over and ask you to help write a sacred article."

The wishes of the people are recorded in the sacred inscriptions, which are usually burned by the little god himself to the gods in the sky during sacrifices.

Everyone came to the door and Yang Yuanzu couldn't refuse, so he just said: "Go to the pavilion and write, Liangtang."

The two packed up their things and headed to the pavilion.

Yang Yuanzu spread out the rice paper and pressed it on the ruler and asked, "Did Li Zheng tell you how to write it?"

Master Zhu was an illiterate pig butcher. Because he had no time to kill pigs recently, he was arrested by Li Zheng to do odd jobs and run errands. When he heard this, he replied: "Li Zheng just said that you can just watch and write."

Fortunately, the etiquette class in the academy taught about sacrificial etiquette. Yang Yuanzu followed what he had learned and wrote a prayer for rain and gave it to Master Zhu, saying: "Take it back first and show it to Uncle Li Zheng. If it doesn't work, you can." Come to me again and rewrite it.”

"Okay!" Master Zhu stretched his neck and took a look, and then said: "Boss Yang's handwriting is really beautiful. He is worthy of being the Master Jieyuan of our village!"

"Haha, I wonder if this little god has been chosen?" Yang Yuanzu asked curiously.

"The Little God Son must be an unmarried virgin. Now we have tentatively decided on Brother Yuncai and Miss Xiumiao."

At this point, Master Zhu sighed again and said: "Brother Yuncai is as old as Xiu Miao's sister. Xiu Miao's sister Xiu'er is already married. I don't know when Zhang Jiangguan will marry Yuncai back."

Chen Yuncai is as old as Lin Ting'an, twenty-two years old. If you are not married at this age, it is easy for everyone to talk about you in Fengping Village.

If Zhang Jiangguan hadn't been the master of civil engineering, everyone would probably have discussed this matter in front of Chen Yuncai. But now, because they were afraid of offending Zhang Jiangguan, everyone just talked about it privately and did not put it out in the open.

Master Zhu sat in the main room for a while, drank a pot of tea, and ate a plate of dried sweet potatoes. After the ink on the rice paper had dried, he carefully folded the rice paper and put it in his arms to say goodbye.

Although two people have been tentatively selected, Yang Yuanzu guesses that the final candidate for the Little Son of God will definitely be Chen Yuncai according to the protagonist's law.

Yang Yuanzu's article on praying for rain was approved in one go. On the day of praying for rain, almost everyone in the village went there, except for those who were really busy.

Everyone in the Yang family also went to join in the fun, except Yang Yuanzu.

If he had never seen a sacrifice before, he might be curious to take a look, but now he has seen a lot of festivals and sacrifices, large and small, and all the sacrifice activities are basically the same. He has long lost interest in them.

Yang Yuanzu wanted to eat fish at home, but the whole family was going to attend the sacrifice, so naturally he couldn't stay at home.

The sacrifice was held in the square outside the textile factory, where workers were still working.

In the eyes of Yang Yuanzu, sacrifice is neither a festival nor an important activity, so he did not give the workers a holiday.

When the Yang family arrived, the villagers automatically gave up the best viewing position.

The sacrifice had just begun, and a few villagers in grass skirts were seen jumping and jumping to the center of the square. After dancing in the square for a while, Chen Yuncai, dressed up in clothes, appeared with a bowl of water and slowly walked towards the villagers. The high platform built.

After standing on the high platform, he dipped some bamboo leaves in water and sprinkled it below the high platform. There were several bundles of straw standing under the high platform.