A village chief who does not want to be a village chief is not a good villager

Jian Ping counted all the savings in the family, and it was only two to three hundred yuan.

A car of silver is equal to one thousand Wen, which is consistent money.The price here is roughly equivalent to two eggs for one penny, and one catty of meat for fifteen pennies.

So the little money in Jian Ping's hand is really pitifully small.Fortunately, the war had just ended, and the imperial court cut taxes by more than half in order to appease the people.

And this year's taxes have already been paid in March, which is finally good news.

I made up for the busy family members, and within six days, half of the money was gone.The scene of about to become pauper without eating a few bites of meat gave Jian Ping a deep understanding of his own poverty.

Thinking back to when the family members saw the meat on the table before, although they were salivating, the adults still had a distressed expression, which made Jian Ping feel even more uncomfortable.

It seems that getting rid of poverty and becoming rich really has to be put on the agenda.

After his health improved a bit, Jian Ping walked around the village every day, and even ran several times in the early morning when no one was around.

Coupled with eating enough to be young, the body will recover quickly.

With the idea of ​​getting rid of poverty and becoming rich, Jian Ping no longer delays.When the family members were still harvesting wheat in the field, they had already gone to see the seedlings that were specially served by the family.

Paddy planting is more troublesome, and seedlings must be raised before transplanting.Because the Jian family is an aborigine, and because they took the opportunity to reclaim wasteland during the war without paying taxes, the family worked hard to reclaim five acres of Susukida.

So Jian Ping's family now has five acres of paddy fields and ten acres of dry land.Overall, it's pretty good.But this little land is to support Jian Ping's family of thirteen people, big and small, so one can imagine why the family can't get rich.

Because of the outsiders, it is basically impossible to reclaim the wasteland now.

In the current Jianjia Village, there are more people and less land in the real sense.

The field where Jian Ping's family raises seedlings is in the backyard near the bamboo mountain behind.Although it is a useless bamboo mountain, there is a small stream flowing slowly on the mountain.Jian Ping's family led the stream down, and set up a half-acre paddy field at the foot of the back mountain for seedling cultivation.

Of course, this half acre of land is also subject to tax.

The area of ​​the bamboo mountain in the back is very large, and it basically surrounds the whole village.On average, there are one or two bamboo mountains behind every household.

It's a pity, I don't know how to do it like this, the bamboo here grows quite well, but the bamboo shoots have a strong bitter taste, so it becomes impossible to rely on bamboo shoots to supplement the family.

Even the people in Jian's Village seldom eat those bamboo shoots.

Jian Ping is more attentive to this Sakamu seedling than to his own father.

After all, there is still the influence of the times. People in this era raise seedlings by planting seeds in the ground and waiting for seedlings to grow.

When Jian Ping came, the seedlings were almost grown.So don't think about things that you want to work hard from seeds.

But Jian Ping couldn't be bothered by this point, Jian Ping really paid a big price this time, all ten drops of Lingquan dripped into the half-acre paddy field every day.

But in a day, those seedlings have become a lot greener.I should have found some rice husk ash and sprinkled it on it to make it grow better.

It's a pity that people in this era don't have this kind of awareness, so it has become much more difficult to find rice husk ash at this time.

But after thinking about it, Jian Ping went to the back mountain to pick up a lot of dry bamboo leaves, burned them to ashes and scattered them in the seedling fields.

This time it can only be like this, and next year, it will be ready in advance.

Because only the second sibling was left at home to cook and watch the children, Jian Ping rarely stayed in the front yard on weekdays.Besides, he is still an adult, in order to be able to help a little, even if he doesn't like children very much, Jian Ping still brings Shuanzi, the eldest son of the elder brother's family, with him.

The two-and-a-half-year-old child can walk, run, and talk. Although he doesn't talk much, this is a good thing for Jian Ping.

And because of the family situation, the child is even more well-behaved and scary... Yes, scary.

For Jian Ping, who has experienced countless bear children in his previous life, seeing such a well-behaved child suddenly made him feel a little hallucinatory.

The son of the second brother's family is only half a year old, and his mother always works behind his back on weekdays.Jian Ping took the biggest one, Shuan Zi, with him.

The second sibling only needs to let another child sit within her realization range on weekdays.

The two children, both about one and a half years old, ran as far as they wanted to, but at least they could walk, so it was quite easy to carry.

"Uncle, are these enough?"

Although the bamboo shoots in Houshan cannot be eaten, the bamboo can still be used.Therefore, every household in Jianjia Village has a lot of things made of bamboo sticks.

The way Jian Ping looked after the child was to carry a small back basket for Shuanzi, and then let him go to Zhushan to pick up dried leaves.The weight of the dried leaves is almost negligible, and the child carries a small frame with a diameter of only [-] centimeters and a depth of no more than [-] centimeters.

It is better to say that children are busy while playing, rather than doing work for children.

Bamboo Mountain extends up from the edge of the half-acre paddy field, and even children have no difficulty walking up it.As long as you don't go too deep, and don't leave Jian Ping's line of sight.

Jian Ping dripped all of today's Lingquan into the paddy fields, and looked at the lush seedlings, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I have only used Lingquan to grow flowers before, but it is the first time to use it for farming.So the ratio is still in the groping stage.

Jian Ping glanced at the child upon hearing this, and nodded at the child.The little black-skinned monkey, who was not even as high as Jian Ping's thigh, saw Jian Ping nodding, and smiled with a mouthful of small teeth.

Although the seedlings are only half an acre, but because of the intensive planting, there is no problem at all in planting five acres of paddy fields when transplanting seedlings later.

Jian Ping helped the child pour the leaves from the small frame into the large frame next to it. He glanced at the bamboo mountain, but was still a little bit unwilling.

Jian Ping couldn't find a way to make money for the time being, and there was a large bamboo mountain in the back, but he could only look at it and not eat it. Jian Ping was really upset.

After thinking about it, I finally felt unwilling.

Jian Ping patted Shuanzi on the back and pointed in the direction of Zhushan. "Go and dig some bamboo shoots with uncle."

Because the bamboo shoots in the bamboo mountain behind are basically no one eats them, they have been flooded to the point of ignoring the rhythm of spring and winter.

Jian Ping stood at the edge of the field and looked up, and he could see a few unattractive-looking bamboo shoots with sharp corners.

Under normal circumstances, bamboo germinates in spring and autumn, that is, it grows bamboo shoots.During the first month, winter bamboo shoots may also grow.

And at this time, it happens to be the beginning of summer, but if you can still see the bamboo shoots at this time, you can roughly guess to what extent the bamboos in the back are flooded.

Of course, it could also be due to the breed.

Hearing that Jian Ping said that he was going to dig bamboo shoots, Shuan Zi, who was only two and a half years old this year and was always hungry on weekdays, did not show any joy.

Wen Yan's small face was almost wrinkled into a small bun, looking at the direction of Zhushan with bitterness and hatred. "Uncle, bitter, bitter."

Tsk tsk, it seems that even children know that bamboo shoots are bitter.

Jian Ping patted Shuanzi on the back, but he was not going to explain his approach to the child. "It's okay, uncle, take a look first, if it's bitter, we won't eat it."

A two-and-a-half-year-old child doesn't understand that much at all, but when he heard Jian Ping say no to eating, he was really relieved.

Seeing the child's appearance, Jian Ping really felt it was funny.How bitter are these bamboo shoots, making such a young child so afraid.

For the sake of exercise, Jian Ping directly picked up the child.Recently, Jian Ping has been using the embolus as a dumbbell.

Jian Ping exercised his body, Shuan Zi still thought it was fun, the best of both worlds.

One big and one small went to Zhushan, and found several bamboo shoots within a short walk.Jian Ping put the child down, and then dug with the bamboo branch next to it, and one was easily dug out.

It doesn't look tasty, unlike the tender green or white tender ones that Jian Ping has seen in the market before, the color of this kind of bamboo shoots is directly yellowish.

Jian Ping peeled off several layers of bamboo shoots until he could see the tender white flesh inside.

Jian Ping heard it, and felt suspicious in his heart.Just as he was about to take a bite, he saw Shuanzi standing beside him nervously looking at him.

The two little hands were tightly clenched in front of him, as if ready to rush over to stop him at any time.

Jian Ping couldn't laugh or cry, after thinking about it, he felt that he must have thought wrong.He brought the bamboo shoot close to his mouth, and just about to take a bite, he was interrupted by the real embolus.

"Uncle, uncle, uncle, bitter, bitter. Eat, eat!"

The child wrinkled his face, then turned his head and pointed in the direction of home.

Jian Ping finally confirmed that he had read correctly before, the child was really worried about himself.

All of a sudden, Jian Ping felt like he saw an angel.

Fuck, this is the first time in two lives that I saw such a heart-warming child, and I wondered if this child was a fake child.

Jian Ping held the child in his arms in amazement, and then rubbed the small knot on the child's head.The two-and-a-half-year-old child's hair is still very short and sparse, so a small scratch on the top of the head is enough.

"It's okay, uncle just to see if he can eat."

Shuanzi looked at his uncle nervously, not understanding why he still wanted to eat even though he said it was hard.

The world of adults is really hard to understand.

Seeing the child calm down, Jian Ping carefully took a bite.

Bitter, really bitter.

That bitter taste is even more unpalatable than Coptis chinensis.

However, this bit of bitterness made Jian Ping feel relieved. It seems that it is really a matter of species. The bamboos here must be all bitter bamboos.

From the looks of it before, the shape was more than half confirmed by touch, but after tasting it, Jian Ping was even more sure.

Now that he knew what caused the bitter taste, and also had a solution, Jian Ping had nothing to hesitate.

Let the children stay by and watch, and dig up a dozen bitter bamboo shoots in one go.

Take these back to the facts first, and if it can be done, then talk about other things.

"Okay, let's go back."

A dozen or so bitter bamboo shoots were all put in the frame on Jian Ping's back. Seeing the child's pitiful expression, he also put one in the child's back basket.

All of a sudden, Shuanzi's face wrinkled more like a little bun.

Looking at the child's wrinkled face, Jian Ping felt a little better.