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

After hearing Li Zheng's words, the little scholar hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Li Zheng is showing love, how dare a hero not follow, but although I am not married, I have my elder brother's orphan to take care of, and my nephew owns all the property and houses at home. but no property."

Li Zheng was taken aback: "But isn't your name written on the land deed?"

The scholar replied: "It's my name, but it's because of Changhui's young age. When he grows up, he will return it to him. Everyone in the He family knows about it, and they will send people to handle it in the future."

Lizheng groaned, seeing Jiuniang and Xiu'er standing behind the curtain, raised his voice and said: "This is unexpected, this woman is my wife's heart, I have to discuss it with her."

The little scholar hurriedly said: "It's exactly what it should be." Saying this, he got up and left.

On the way, Father Xue was still struggling. He looked at his son and couldn't help asking: "Can you and Xiucai really give birth to a fat boy for me?"

Xue Yinsong glared at him angrily and said: "I mean, if the scholar follows me, I will agree with you to continue the strings. When you marry a little widow and give birth to a big fat boy yourself." : "You son of a bitch, you are... It's okay, it's okay, that scholar would be too scary if he could do that."

Xue Yinsong said: "Father, what can you do? If you don't help me find a way quickly, your little widow might get married."

Father Xue muttered a few words: "How did you tell him yourself?"

Xue Yinsong shook his head: "If I can open my mouth, what do I want from you? Is it because I can't open my mouth so I can discuss it with you." Father Xue thought about it and said: "It's better to set your mouth first. It's easier to tell the truth when you're drunk. Why not..."

Xue Yinsong's eyes lit up: "If you eat without drinking, how can there be atmosphere? If you drink without getting drunk, how can you sleep with your arms in your arms...it's so good!" He said and walked forward quickly, so anxious that the old man jumped behind: " You bastard! Come back to me! You bastard!"

Although it’s a plan to make a move, but drinking wine requires first the atmosphere and second the reputation, otherwise the wine will be put out inexplicably, and the little scholar may not drink it. After carefully studying the calendar, Xue Yinsong thinks that the most promising is the winter solstice at the end of December.

In the countryside, the winter solstice is not a big or small festival. Traditional Chinese medicine believes that the winter solstice officially enters the severe cold and it is the most nourishing season. According to the custom, people who are more affluent will stew mutton and dog meat on this day, and then drink some wine.

Although there is still more than a month to go, a good hunter must first be patient and make preparations first, and wait for Xiaoxiu to eat meat and drink in the first half of the night, and he will drink and eat meat in the second half of the night!The most important thing is that he has to sleep in the little scholar's bed first, otherwise he will suddenly roll into a bed when he is drunk, and there will be flaws no matter how he looks at it, so naturally he has to attack Changhui.

Xue Yinsong made up his mind and began to look for good wine: this wine is delicious, does not cut his throat, has great stamina, and is easy to catch. After much deliberation, he had to decide on his father.

"Father, didn't you love brewing your own knives before?" Xue Yinsong and his father sat in the yard soaking seeds, chatting their teeth.

Father Xue glanced at him and understood: "Tiger, this kind of indiscriminate method is too harmful, and after entering the underworld, the Lord of the Underworld will sentence you to be a cow or a horse in the next life."

Xue Yinsong squinted at him: "Then you have killed countless lives in this life, Lord Yan must judge you to do something in your next life to atone for your sins?"

Father Xue fell silent, thought about it and said: "Scholars don't necessarily like to drink the wine that is brewed."

Xue Yinsong replied confidently: "I have a solution for this. Isn't it out of Shanlihong now? Make wine with Shanlihong and honey, it tastes absolutely delicious." Father Xue looked at him and wondered: "That's okay too?"

"Absolutely." Xue Yinsong had drunk this kind of wine in his previous life, but now he can only pretend to be his own original: "The red and sour honey in the mountains is sweet, this wine must be sour and sweet."

Father Xue is an unprincipled person when it comes to wine, thinking about it, he can't help but tell his son: "When will our family brew it? It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, or just choose a few grains to soak today?"

Xue Yinsong said: "There is no wine koji at home, so I have to buy it first, let's soak the rice first."

The two masters discussed it, and Father Xue excitedly went to wash the jar and soak rice.

Wine making is not complicated, the main thing is rice koji, so that the wine produced is mellow and strong.Father Xue is an old hand. He first scooped out a few catties of glutinous rice and crushed corn, carefully selected impurities and stones, washed them and soaked them, and then went to the village to buy wine koji humming a little song.

Xue Yinsong was very relieved to leave such important matters to his father, and took Changhui to mow grass on the mountain by himself, and implemented plan B by the way.

In order to accumulate a thick body of fat for the winter, the animals will eat desperately before the grass dies. Now, three baskets of grass are enough for two days. Under the guidance of Mr. Xue, Xue Yinsong feeds different types of grass to the animals. Eating, it really is much better than grabbing it before.

Rabbits like to eat juicy grass, mainly fresh thistle, carpenter star and wild wheat, and then add some thick fiber bedding to make them grind their teeth, and add two handfuls of fine material every three days, such as bean dregs, corn chips or sweet potatoes Well, the fish and shrimp caught in the river can also be ground and mixed in the food. In short, those few rabbits slapped their ears without letting go.

Xue Yinsong didn't believe it at first, he had never seen this rabbit eat meat, but after half a month of feeding like this, the four rabbits had obviously gained weight and their fur was shiny, so he put aside his doubts and continued to feed according to his father's prescription.

Xue Yinsong took Changhui to the nearby mountainside, ready to gather some twigs to use as firewood, and pretended to be nonchalant and asked Changhui, "How are you sleeping with Daddy these few days?"

Changhui curled his lips: "Daddy doesn't know how to tell stories. He keeps reading about those grandma bears. Sometimes he asks me to tell him some stories, but I can't remember all the stories. Daddy still blames me."

Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "How about this, Aba will tell Changhui in the afternoon, and Changhui will tell Dad in the evening, so that I won't forget it." Changhui's eyes flickered immediately: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. When did Aba lie to you?" Xue Yinsong said affirmatively, giving him an expression of 'Aba is very credible', "But if you can't remember anymore, then it's no wonder Aba, you can only Blame Changhui for being a little fool."

Changhui immediately got into a quarrel, sat on the rock and kicked his legs: "Don't be a fool, I don't want to be a fool!"

"Otherwise," Xue Yinsong pretended to think very hard: "Then let Aba and Changhui sleep with daddy, Aba tells stories, you and daddy listen together, then daddy won't know that Changhui is a little fool, okay? good?"

Changhui smiled, "Okay, okay, I'll tell daddy when I get back."

"Don't worry, tell daddy yourself first, if you really don't understand, then tell daddy." Xue Yinsong tempted: "If you say it directly, daddy will definitely disagree, but if you really don't understand, Maybe Dad will agree if he wants to hear the story again."

"Oh." Changhui nodded half-understanding.

Xue Yinsong thought in his heart: All the stories he tells in the future must be complicated and tedious, full of ups and downs, enough to attract the ears, enough characters to appear on the stage, and names that are troublesome enough... In short, Chang Hui must not understand what he is telling, and Xiao Xiucai can't stop listening. Just do it!