Vicious cannon fodder loves farming

Yao Yan also put the shredded cucumber in cold salad in front of old man Zhao, and sat aside with Mrs. Zhao, looking at old man Zhao.

Old man Zhao was also a little thirsty. After drinking more than half of the porridge, he breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "The child has injuries all over his body. It looks like he was cut by hali grass. No, he developed a high fever in the middle of the night. There were too many wounds, and Lao Wang didn't dare to rub it with wine for too long, so I went to the town to buy some medicines and came back."

Harley grass is a kind of grass with thorns. If people touch it, it will be like a cat scratching it, and it will be painful and red.

"Why did you get cut by the Harley grass?" Mrs. Zhao was taken aback.

"It looks like it to me," old man Zhao picked up the shredded cucumber with his chopsticks, "but the kerosene lamp is about to go out at night, so it doesn't look very real. Anyway, the child is recovering. When I leave today, Lao Wang Said the fever had subsided."

"It's good when the fever subsides."

Granny Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, patted her heart, and said to Yao Yan's face, "This reminds me of the time when Da Lang was a child, and it was too much trouble."

Yao Yan nodded, seeing that old man Zhao looked tired, he asked him to rest, since the autumn harvest was over and he didn't have much work to do, old man Zhao nodded, and went into the house after eating.

Due to the autumn harvest, Yao Yan did not sell the straw sandals. This time, after so many days, Yao Yan knew without thinking that he would not be able to sell them at any price.

So instead of going to the town, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, and then took out beans to pick out seeds that could be planted. After the beans were harvested, they could be sold to tofu makers.

The tofu seller in their village does not accept tofu, because they grow it themselves, and most people do not buy tofu, but take the beans themselves, ask the other party to help them make it, and then give some hard money.

This is not only cheap, but also large.

Zhao Jiade's beans are all sold in the town.

"Our bean seeds are all ranked high in our village," Mrs. Zhao said with a smile as she picked out her own beans. "Actually, a few years ago, our beans were not considered good. Uncle Dalang sent some over there, and it got better."

Speaking of her natal family, Mrs. Zhao fell into memories again, "Da Lang was not in good health when he was a child, but it is strange to say that as long as he goes to his uncle's house, he will not get sick regardless of Duopi, and it is precisely because of this, His uncle felt that he had a special affinity with Da Lang, so he wanted Da Lang to take an official career."

"The official career is so easy," Mrs. Zhao sighed, "Let's say that Li Xiucai in our village spent no less than 200 taels of silver from enlightenment to scholar, not to mention the cost of books, etc. Li Xiucai's mother is Widowed mother, it is very hard."

"... Li Xiucai spent so much money, his mother..."

Yao Yan felt that this wording was not easy to use.

Mrs. Zhao glanced at the courtyard door, then turned her head and said in a low voice, "His mother was a maidservant of a wealthy family when she was young, but she made a mistake and was redeemed by his father. I heard that the slave status was eliminated, otherwise Li Xiucai would Can't go on a career."

It turns out that the Li family still has this matter.

"Everyone guesses that the money spent these years was saved by his mother when she was a maid. It is precisely because of this that several people in the village have lost their conscience and want to sell their daughters to that noble family. It's almost time to redeem people."

"If you ask me, the big family is not so easy to live. There are many dirty things. It's a pity that those people are deceived by money. There are already two girls..."

Mrs. Zhao couldn't go on talking. She was only a son in her life. Sometimes she looked at other people's families with sons and daughters.

"Auntie, don't be sad," Yao Yan comforted, "Everyone has their own destiny, and if they do these things, they will suffer retribution when they grow old."

"That's not it." Mrs. Zhao wiped the corners of her eyes and nodded repeatedly, "I persuaded her like that back then, but they didn't take it seriously at all, and said that it was their daughter, and they could sell it if they wanted, and it has nothing to do with us."

If you want to sell your own children, you can sell them. If they are sold by others, it is a violation of the law.

But in this era, most of them sell their children for money.

It is extremely sad.

Because of this topic, the atmosphere was a bit heavy. When Mrs. Wang came over with half a basket of eggs, she just relieved the atmosphere.

Yao Yan left the space for them to pack the selected bean seeds, and then mashed the unused beans and fed them to the chickens.

In the afternoon, Wang Lan went to the mountains to look for medicinal materials. When she was a child, she loved to run with the local doctor in the village, so she knew some medicinal materials.

The man was half awake, but he didn't show any killing intent, which meant he was a good man.

After finding the medicine, Wang Lan packed up and went down the mountain, and met Li Xiucai's mother on the mountainside. Li's old lady wore black all year round, and her hair was combed meticulously, but she was fair and clean. He looked much younger than his peers.

"Aunt Li."

Wang Lan didn't want to say hello, but she also knew that if she didn't say hello, the other party would secretly tell others that she disrespected her elders. She didn't want to bear such a name, and she didn't want to waste time on them.

Mrs. Li was actually not happy when she saw Wang Lan. She didn't like Wang Lan. Even though she knew that marrying her son would bring many benefits, her son was a master of talent, and he would be a master of Juren in the future. farther.

How could such a good son have a village woman as his wife?

"Well," Mrs. Li responded perfunctorily, looked behind Wang Lan, and found that Zhang San was coming down with firewood, Mrs. Li frowned immediately, "You went up the mountain alone?"

Wang Lan was taken aback for a moment, when she heard footsteps behind her, she turned her head and found that it was Mrs. Zhang, and she also understood what Mrs. Li meant. Don't talk nonsense."

"I haven't said anything yet, what are you in a hurry for?"

Mrs. Li was very dissatisfied with the other party's attitude towards her, and when she was about to criticize the other party for a few more words, Yao Yan came out from behind Zhang San. Yao Yan could see the weird atmosphere between Wang Lan and Aunt Li at a glance.

"Aunt Li, what are you doing up the mountain empty-handed?"

Zhang San and Wang Lan also had a good relationship. They grew up together. Seeing Wang Lan's expression, they knew that something must have happened between the two of them.

Aunt Li was indeed empty-handed. She took a deep look at Zhang San and Yao Yan, finally pursed her lips, and walked past them.

Not even a word was said.

"After becoming a scholar, I am even more defiant," Zhang San clicked his tongue, and looked at Wang Lan again, "Arguing?"

Wang Lan glanced at Yao Yan, and asked back, "Why are you together?"

"Well," Zhang San recalled the relationship between Yao Yan and Zhao Hengliang, and coughed, "I met on the road, Brother Yao happened to be going to the mountain to collect firewood, so we went together."

"is it?"

Yao Yan didn't explain either, he did meet Zhang San by chance, and Wang Lan was in a bad mood when he saw it, so he didn't beat him up.

After arriving at the village, Zhang San left first, and bid farewell to them at the fork in the road. Wang Lan and Yao Yan still had to walk for a while. Slow down.

When Wang Lan arrived at the fork in the road she was going to take, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Yao Yan, "You'd better remember what I said before, don't get distracted."

After speaking, he strode away.

Yao Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and went home with firewood. When he got home, old man Zhao was making a broom, which was not for the family, but was going to be sold in the town.

Yao Yan walked over to have a look, then squatted beside the broom and pointed to the middle of the broom, "Can words be made here?"

"Writing?" Old man Zhao looked down, "I don't know how to read."

"I'll give it a try." Yao Yan deliberately chose a few grasses with a brighter color, and under the guidance of the old man Zhao, he embedded the grass roots in the broom, and then used the branches to write a crooked "Fu" on the ground, "When I was a child The elders are asked to write couplets at home, I have seen it for a long time, and I know this character, this is a blessing."

Unexpectedly, the old man Zhao looked at the word, then at the broom, shook his head and said, "This character "Fu" cannot be made up."

Yao Yan patted his head, suddenly realized, this is a broom, how can it sweep away the blessing?

"Uncle is right, then make up bad words? Sweep out the bad luck at home?"

"But what if something good happens at home?"

Mrs. Zhao, who was driving the chicken into the pen next to her, came over and said.

"Then make two, one will be a blessing and the other will sweep away the darkness?" The more Yao Yan thought about it, the more he felt that there was a way, so he began to learn how to tie a broom from the beginning to the end with the old man Zhao, and then used the dyed thread to draw the four characters. Make it up.

After spending four or five days, Yao Yan managed to make two, not to mention beautiful, but also very solid.

"After the straw sandals were sold last time, I didn't see you coming. I thought you wouldn't come?"

The shopkeeper of the grocery store took a look at the broom, "Are you literate?"

"How many do you know?" Yao Yan said vaguely.

"That's right, that little dustpan can also refill characters?"

The shopkeeper pointed to the small dustpan next to him.

Yao Yan went over to take a look, "Yes, it can, but it might not look very good after it is rolled up."

After thinking about it, the shopkeeper thought it was reasonable. The last broom sold for ten yuan, and there were four brooms in total for forty yuan.

Old man Zhao's ordinary brooms cost only six cents each.

"It's no wonder that reading is good. Look, if you add a few words, you can buy four Wen more," Zhao old man said with emotion after drinking the herbal tea that Mrs. Zhao handed over.

"Our Yan'er is smart," Mrs. Zhao kept praising Yao Yan. Yao Yan couldn't stand it anymore. In the next half month, besides planting beans and sweet potatoes, Yao Yan and old man Zhao would make brooms to save time. , Mr. Zhao will tie the broom to Yao Yan when he needs to reprint the characters.

In just half a month, they tied up [-] brooms, took advantage of the early morning of the market day, and delivered them to the grocery store early, and got [-] yuan.

Mrs. Zhao gave half of the money to Yao Yan, and Yao Yan kept the rest at Yao Yan's insistence.

After working for half a month, although she was not so tired, she was happy to have harvested so much money, so Mrs. Zhao cooked bacon and fried a plate of twice-cooked pork, and the side dishes were also very rich.

As soon as the three of them were at the table, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

"Who is it? Come in time for dinner?"

Mrs. Zhao went to open the door with a displeased face, but as soon as she opened it, she saw Zhao Hengliang, who had a big bag and a small bag, showing his big white teeth, "Mother! Where's brother?"