The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

Little Xiucai hurriedly patted his back: "Aba, don't worry, eat slowly." Hearing this, Xue Yinsong coughed violently again, and it took a long time before he stopped and said, "Don't call me Aba."

"But why?"

Xue Yinsong was poor at Ci, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "You and I are friends of the same generation, this is too intimacy." Xiao Xiucai nodded and said: "Well, let's call him Brother Xue."

Xue Yinsong just took a bite of the cake, and praised against his will: "This bacon is steamed well." Xiao Xiucai was happy, and hurriedly handed the cake to Changhui, telling him to have a good meal.

The little Xiucai looked at the ground in the distance and asked, "What are you digging ditches for?"

"Tomorrow, I will take some farmyard manure and bury it, so that the rice will grow well next year."

The little scholar naturally didn't know how to farm, so he asked curiously, "Where did my family get the farmyard manure?"

"Pig manure, rabbit manure, chicken manure, duck manure and human manure can be mixed together." Xue Yinsong replied, but Xiao Xiucai and Changhui couldn't bite the cake anymore, and stared at him blankly.

Changhui spat out the cake and asked, "Aba, is this cake grown from dung?"

Xue Yinsong nodded: "Of course, how can we grow wheat without pouring manure, and how can we make cakes without wheat?" The two suddenly lost their appetite, put down the cakes and refused to eat any more.

But Xue Yinsong didn't persuade them, and he spent his free time eating pickles and edamame, resting while eating and trying to recharge his energy.

Seeing that he was eating deliciously, the little scholar watched him put away the bowls and chopsticks and asked, "When will you be able to finish plowing at night?"

"I'm afraid it will be sunset. Today I have to plow all the land, and tomorrow I will load the manure to bury it. I have to work harder. If I don't plant it as soon as possible, I will not feel at ease. The food at home is almost gone. If I delay it for a few days, I will be afraid." going to starve."

The little scholar hurriedly said: "When I was sent out, I had 100 taels of silver, plus I had saved more than a dozen taels over the years, and I used some in between, so I have about 30 taels left."

Xue Yinsong thought for a while and replied: "When I level this land, I will pay you some money to buy seeds. When winter comes, I have to prepare quilts and jackets. If I don't plan carefully, the 30 taels may not be enough. Besides, this mountain must be colder than Qinchuan City, so I have to prepare some charcoal for you and Changhui, and then go to buy some rice for storage, as well as rice tea with oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and sugar.

The little scholar laughed one by one and said: "Brother Xue's idea is that when I go back, I will take the money and give it to you, and you will deal with it one by one."

Xue Yinsong declined and said: "Although we are of the same generation, we are still masters and servants, but it is inconvenient for me to keep the money. Let's go to the city to buy it together, and take Changhui for a walk."

Changhui pricked up his ears early, and immediately rushed forward when he heard the words: "Father, I'm going, I'm going!" Xiao Xiucai hugged him, patted him twice and laughed, "I see, from then on, I have to read five more words every day. It is."

Pei Changhui curled his lips: "I hate daddy the most!" Then he went to pounce on Xue Yinsong, but he was blocked by a smile: "Your dad is in charge of this matter, it's useless to ask me."

Changhui had no choice but to throw himself on Xiao Xiucai again, burying himself in his arms and sulking.

After all, the afternoon was no better than the morning. Xue Yinsong worked hard until the sun went down and didn't finish digging. Unwilling to call it a day and go home, he saw Xiao Xiucai and Chang Hui cooking in a hurry.

There was still some pickles and edamame left at noon, so Xiao Xiucai cut some gourd and fried a melon slice, and took two eggplants to make vegetarian stir-fried eggplant sticks.

Because the oil was scarce, the eggplant was still a little raw, so the little scholar blushed and said, "This eggplant is really not easy to cook. I have been frying it in the wok for a long time."

Xue Yinsong was so tired that he didn't want to talk, so he comforted him with words: "It's delicious, eat more."

Little Xiucai saw him sullenly eating, and asked worriedly, "Brother Xue, are you feeling unwell?" Ugly; "No, you're thinking too much, but I'm a little tired today and I need to go to bed early after dinner. Changhui will sleep with you today."

Changhui was not happy anymore. It would be great to follow Aba. Some people coaxed others to tell stories, so they protested: "No, Aba, I want to sleep with you." Xue Yinsong replied: "I am tired today, I need to go to bed early, I have no energy tell a story."

Chang Hui immediately pursed his lips and said, "Aba, I want to sleep with you..."

Xue Yinsong comforted him: "Aba is tired these two days, you sleep with daddy, can Aba tell you some more stories in a few days?"

Changhui nodded, and immediately replied obediently: "I want to hear the story of that carrot shreds!"

"It's Holmes."

"Yes, Hu Er snail."

Xue Yinsong had a good night's dream, but when he got up, he found a more severe pain in his lower back. He knew it was the result of lactic acid precipitation. Although he didn't want to move, he could only grit his teeth and get up.

He ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast indiscriminately, then picked out the dung bucket and went out. As soon as he left, Sister Cui came to visit. Because he was avoiding his mother, she squeezed in as soon as Xiao Xiucai opened the door.

The little scholar was startled: "What's the matter, girl? Is there... something wrong?"

Sister Cui was twenty-eight years old, and she was slim and graceful. A country girl who didn't have any good clothes and jewelry, she wore a water-blue cloth shirt, combed a double spiral cloud bun, and inserted flowers obliquely.

She was not as shy as ordinary girls, she knelt down when she entered the door and said, "My lord, save me!"

Xiao Xiucai hurriedly went to help her, but also felt that men and women could not get along well, so she let go of her hand and only gave her a little help.Sister Cui stood up and cried: "My name is Sister Cui, and I am the eldest daughter of Chen Erniu in the north of the village. I have been married to Chen Chi, a hunter in this village, since I was a child. Regret the marriage with Chen Chi, and hope that Master Xiucai will save his life!"

The little scholar was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "I haven't heard of this, is it possible that the girl made a mistake?"

Sister Cui covered her face and sobbed: "How could I be wrong, there are only two scholars in this village, one is you, and the other is Master Lizheng. I overheard my mother's private discussion with the neighbor Mrs. Cao. If the scholar My lord still pities the little girl, so please decline this matter!"

Sister Cui said that she was about to kneel again, and the little scholar hurriedly agreed: "Girl, don't be too polite. Since you have a long-standing engagement with someone, of course you should follow the previous discussion. It is a gentleman's shame to dislike the poor and love the rich. Don't worry. I'm going to talk to you now."

Sister Cui hurriedly said: "Master Xiucai doesn't know, the marriage contract between me and Chen Chi was an old thing more than ten years ago. At that time, the two adults made a verbal agreement and no one else knew about it. If you go to my house to intercede, wouldn't it be clear that I leaked it?" Yes, my mother will definitely not spare me in the future."

The little scholar muttered, "What should I do?"

Seeing that he was willing to help, Sister Cui was overjoyed: "No need to help, but if someone comes to your door to mention it, you can just say that you don't want to marry a wife."

The little scholar said: "If I say that, won't I offend the matchmaker?" Sister Cui thought it was right, and hurriedly said: "Then you say you don't like me. Although I am a good girl, I am not good at cooking, so you are like this." Say yes."

The little scholar pondered for a moment and said: "This will damage your reputation, I will think about it later. But don't worry, I will definitely reject the matchmaker."

Sister Cui hurriedly kowtowed to thank her, then opened the door and slipped away.

Xiao Xiucai closed the door, only to see Chang Hui standing aside, about to drive him into the house, but Chang Hui lowered his head and asked softly, "Father, do you want to marry me a stepmother?"