North and South groceries

In Xipo Village, there is a pair of sisters surnamed Yin. A few years ago, their father went to the frontier to fight and never came back. Last summer, their mother also died in that landslide, and the two sisters were left behind. People are alone.

Weng and Po are still in the Yin family, and the parents of the two sisters have not separated from the uncle above and the uncle below. After losing their parents, the two sisters still eat at home, but they have to look at their faces. My aunt also said that these two girls were tough, and told her children to stay away from them.

Although the Weng Po above didn't say anything, the elder sister was very scared and trembling all day, for fear that Weng Po would suddenly say that she would sell them both.

Elder sister Yin Lan thinks that her Weng Po must also want to sell them in her heart, but because of her face, she is afraid of what the villagers will say, so she never said so.

This kind of thinking became more and more serious, and she became a little dazed. When eating every day, looking at the family sitting around the dining table, it was as if she was watching a group of monsters eating people.

Yin Lan seldom goes out, she just locks herself in the room and twists the twine every day. The twine that a seven or eight-year-old girl rubs out is thin and even, no worse than what an adult can make.

On weekdays, her younger sister is also closely watched. Her younger sister, Yin Duoer, is only five or six years old, and she doesn't know much about it. She often argues to go to the yard to play with her uncle's brothers and sisters. Whenever this happens, Yin Lan He would beat her, and after hitting her a few times, Yin Duo'er became somewhat separated from her.

Some time ago, Yin Lan heard from a cousin in the yard that Luo Sanlang’s family was making mats, and after he finished making them himself, someone had to poke them carefully with a small stick until the mats were dense and neat. It's over.If you poke a mat like that, you can get two pieces of chicken cake from his house.

So Yin Lan thought, she would go get a cushion like that and poke it back. If it is done well, she can earn a few cakes every month to coax Yin Duo'er.

She was worried that Luo Sanlang would not give it to her, after all, she was still too young, but she did not expect that Luo Sanlang was really easy to talk to, as many people in the village said, so she asked Si Niang Wu Lang to explain it to her in detail After finding out what to do with this thing, she took out a cushion like that from the house and asked her to take it back and work slowly.

This Yin Lan is actually very agile in her work. With the help of Yin Duo'er, who is better than nothing, in less than ten days, she actually made three cushions, and she didn't cut corners at all. For a mat, Luo Yong would write her a note in the notebook, and then bring her a mat to be processed.

On the twenty-fifth day, Yin Lan came again. When Luo Yong saw her, he didn't say much, but asked her if she received it all at once, or divided it several times?

Yin Lan thought for a while, and said that she took them all, and then she got six chicken cakes from Luo Sanlang, and even picked the biggest ones for her.At that time, Yin Lan heard a few people who were waiting to sell cakes yelling that the big pieces had been taken away, or we should wait for the next pot.

Returning home with this big bowl of cake, Yin Lan still couldn't believe it. When she saw Yin Duo'er, she gave her a piece first. That heartless person was so happy when he got a piece of cake. Yes, Yin Lan told her to be obedient, and she would earn cakes for her in the future.

The remaining five pieces of cakes, Yin Lan thought about it, and held them in front of Weng Po when she had dinner that evening. It was also meant to please her, and also to prove that she was able to work and not just eat rice.

When her grandmother took the pottery bowl, her fingers touched the rough little hand of her granddaughter, and her heart suddenly became mixed.

Casually putting the bowl of chicken cakes on the table beside her, the grandma of the Yin family took her granddaughter's little hand and stroked it carefully, saying: "It's okay to eat less chicken cakes, and you don't have to do too much work. "

When Yin Lan heard this, her eyes turned red immediately.

"What's the matter?" The Yin family's grandmother was also sad in her heart, and hurriedly hugged her granddaughter into her arms.

"Grandma..." Yin Lan was sobbing at this moment.

"Sister, why are you crying?" Yin Duo'er was also tugging on her sister's sleeve, with a look on her face that she was about to cry.

The grandma of the Yin family stretched out her arms and held the two granddaughters in her arms, with tears running down her face: "Oh... my poor Erlang... ouch... my miserable daughter-in-law..."

When the old and the young started to cry, the eyes of the rest of the family also turned red, and even the aunt who said earlier that the sisters were hard-pressed, lowered her head and wiped away her tears.

After this incident, Yin Lan was no longer as wary of her family as before, and she was willing to let her younger sister play with the children at home, but her aunt didn't say anything more.

Only Yin Lan still took the mat from Luo Sanlang and poked it back.Later, Luo Sanlang heard that she was good at rubbing hemp thread, so he asked Erniang to take some cashmere and rub it for her. Rubbing cashmere thread for Luo Sanlang's family can make more money than rubbing the hemp thread, and it doesn't waste your eyes like poking the mat. , After the work is done well, it basically depends on the feel.

Yin Lan is no longer working as hard as she used to, and she can still walk around the village from time to time, but even so, she can still get more than [-] yuan a month from Luo Sanlang .

The twenty or so Wen can buy four or five buckets of rice, which is enough to feed the two of them. With this extra guarantee, she will naturally feel more at ease than before, and her personality will gradually become cheerful.

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On Luo Yong's side, since another batch of cashmere socks was bought on May [-]th, the stock at home has almost run out.

So he recently started hand-made outsourcing. The work of knitting socks is not planned to be outsourced for the time being, considering that the knitting technology is not planned to be outsourced for the time being, so it is not easy to outsource, but the work of knitting wool can be outsourced. There weren't too many of them, and I spotted those who were meticulous in their work, and sent out a little bit. After kneading so many threads anyway, Erniang couldn't finish weaving.

At the end of May, when Luo’s family harvested wheat, Luo Sanlang’s twenty or so disciples went to the field together, and within a day they harvested all the wheat from the five mu of land. It was all rubbed down.

These days are also the time when other people in the village are harvesting wheat, and the little children in the village are all rushed outside to look at the wheat, holding branches or something in their hands to prevent birds from pecking at them.

In fact, I have been pecked a lot when I was in the field. This kind of thing is impossible to prevent, especially in a small mountain village like theirs, where there are a lot of birds of all kinds. Once the wheat and millet are ripe, they all fly down from the mountain. Can't even drive away.

A new batch of grain comes into the warehouse, and the old ones are sorted out as soon as they are used, with the intention of consuming a batch of them.

There is an oil mill in Xiaohe Village. Luo Yong wants to squeeze some soybean oil somewhere. He usually mixes cold dishes and scrambled eggs at home.

Xiaohe Village is more than 20 miles away from Xipo Village, and it takes two or three hours to drive there in a donkey cart. On weekdays, the two villages often communicate and intermarry, but Luo Sanlang has never been there. He only knows about their place. Li lives in Xiaohe Village.

The terrain of Xiaohe Village is flatter than that of Xipo Village, and there is a small river flowing through the village, which has abundant water, so it is more suitable for farming. The scale of the village is also much larger than that of Xipo Village, with nearly fifty households of all sizes.

The villagers of Xipo Village knew that Luo Yong wanted to go to Xiaohe Village to extract oil, so when a few young people were going to sell tofu there this morning, they called him to go with them.

Several young people were talking and laughing on the road, Luo Yong himself did not ride in the car, and asked them to put their burdens and baskets on the donkey cart if they were tired from walking, and those young people took turns to carry their own burdens or baskets After a while on Luo's donkey cart, I felt much more relaxed and in a better mood than usual.

"You have to carry so much tofu to Xiaohe Village to sell? But whose family is going to hold a wedding banquet?" Luo Yong asked these young people on the way.

Those young people immediately chattered to help Luo Yong solve his doubts

"Where is there any wedding banquet?"

"They bought tofu to make salted tofu."

"Just steam the tofu and marinate it with salt."

"This way the tofu won't spoil easily."

"I also tasted it once, and it tastes a bit like frozen tofu."

"Marinated tofu is salty and delicious when used in soups and cold dishes."

Luo Yong has never eaten that kind of salted tofu. Now that he has heard about it, he plans to try making it at home someday to taste what the salty tofu tastes like.

When they arrived at Xiaohe Village, those young people were familiar with the way and led Luo Yong to the oil mill.

The owner of the oil mill heard that Luo Sanlang from Xipo Village came to his house to squeeze oil, so he hurried back from the field.Naluo Sanlang's reputation has already spread in Xiaohe Village, and his method of burning soil and dung is now used by almost every household.

Quite a few villagers from Xiaohe Village came over to watch the excitement. Many of them still had their feet muddy, obviously they had just returned from the field, and some of them were carrying hoes and poles on their shoulders. It's like visiting some rare and protected animals.

During the period, some people chatted with Luo Yong. After all, everyone was most concerned about the soil dung. Some people asked Luo Sanlang to take a look at the soil dung burned by his house to see if there was anything wrong.

Anyway, it will take some time to extract the oil, so Luo Yong went with those people. Luo Yong has burned a lot of soil dung recently, and he has some experience. He looked at the soil dung of some farmers and it was obviously overburned. , It doesn't look like it was simmered in a small fire, but it looks like it was roasted in a big fire, so they all pointed out one by one.

Just talking about it, some places are not clear, so he finally simply used the materials provided by the villagers to set up a soil dung pile in the village.

"...a fire of this size is almost enough. Don't ask it to ignite completely. Let it simmer on a small fire all night, and you can pour urine on it tomorrow." Luo Yong summed up his recent experience in burning soil and dung. Speak to them.

"I heard from the villagers of Xipo Village that the combination of pig manure and soil manure is very good," said a villager in Xiaohe Village.

"That's true. If you have free time one day, you can also visit our piggery in Xipo Village." Luo Sanlang laughed.

"Hey, it's useless to read." The villager said with a smile.

"Why?" Luo Yong asked him.

"I made Luo Gong laugh. A certain family is poor and doesn't have enough money to buy that piglet." The villager waved his hand a little shyly.

"Do you really want to raise pigs?" Luo Yong asked him.

"If you have a heart, you have a heart..." The villager looked regretful. If he didn't add those farm tools this spring, he would definitely have enough money to buy a piglet or two.

"If you have the heart, I'll buy one or two piglets for you to raise first, how about it?" Luo Sanlang said with a smile.

"What is the meaning of Luo Gong?" The other party was puzzled.

"Now I will pay to buy a piglet for you. When you raise that piglet, you can remove the original weight of that piglet and get half of the extra meat, how about you and me?" Luo Luo Said it half-jokingly.

"Duke Luo's words are serious?" The villager was overjoyed.

"That's natural." Luo Yong actually thought about this matter early in the morning, but he never found a chance to do it. It's just right to talk about it now.

"Then I'm starting to repair the pigsty now?" The other party seemed to be a little worried about Luo Yong's repentance.

"I'll bring you the piglet in two days." Luo Yong was also very forthright.

"..." The others looked at me and I looked at you, but they all looked a little embarrassed to speak.

Although not every household couldn't afford to buy piglets, they really wanted to do this kind of costless business.

"Anyone of you who wants a piglet, let's talk about it, but you have to talk about it first. If you take the piglet back, you must raise it well. If you raise it to death, you will have to pay me for the piglet." Money." Luo Yong still smiled.

"That's natural." These people agreed happily. It's not so easy to raise a pig to death.

"So, let me be the middleman. Whoever takes the piglets from Luo Sanlang must record them one by one, so as not to be denied in the future." At this time, another voice full of arrogance sounded.

"Lizheng."

"It's Rizheng."

"Quickly let go."

Li on their side was a tall old man in his sixties or seventies, still in good spirits, and very prestigious among his neighbors. Luo Yong never expected that he would be willing to do something like today. Take a shot.

From a self-interested point of view, even if something like today is achieved in the future, whether it is material benefits or reputation, those benefits basically have to be used.

Li Zheng stood up as the middleman, and he had no share in good things. If something went wrong, he might have to follow the melons. To be straightforward, it was thankless.

But not everyone considers issues from the perspective of self-interest. Whether it is in the 21st century or the seventh century, there are always some people who are willing to take other people's affairs on themselves.

Luo Yong himself is not that kind of person.Like what happened today, in fact, he also has selfish intentions. One is to earn more pork, and the other is kidnapping for profit. After all, fame is not enough. He wants everyone here to be related to his interests. This is the best umbrella.

But this did not prevent him from respecting those who are selfless, so he bowed his hands to Li Zheng and said, "If that's the case, I will trouble Li Zheng."

"It's okay." Li Zheng stretched out his hand to help him up.

The villagers of Xiaohe Village were also very happy to have Lizheng join them. With him, everything would be more secure.

So after Luo Sanlang went back, these people also happily went home to build the pig house, and waited for Luo Sanlang to send the piglets over.

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When Luo Sanlang and Xiaohe Village were vigorously engaged in cooperative breeding, Qiao Junlin in Chang'an finally took back his pair of socks from his uncle Hou Lin.

That night Hou Lingao came back from work happily at the Hongwen Museum. In addition to the three pairs of new socks he asked someone to buy, he also brought back Qiao Junlin’s pair of old socks. By the way, he also brought him a small pair of socks. The jar, the two servants said it was a gift from Luo Sanlang to Qiao Dalang.

Qiao Junlin looked at the jar and thought that Luo Yong brought him fermented bean curd. Since he came to Chang'an City, he hadn't eaten fermented bean curd for a few days, so he was a little greedy, so he happily went to remove the fermented bean curd from the jar. Grease paper.

Unexpectedly, as soon as it was opened, there was an unspeakable stench that filled the room!

Waiting for the school secretary mustered up the courage to go over and have a look. The thing looks a bit like the fermented bean curd that Qiao Junlin brought over before, but probably because it was shaken all the way on the horse's back, many of them have been broken, and the color is not good. No, the fermented bean curd he had seen before was beige, but this one was blue.

"Then Luo Sanlang must think your socks are too smelly, so he deliberately sent such a thing to smoke you?"