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

Of course, Xue Yinsong didn't believe that there would be treasures in this farmland. Aren't all treasures buried deep in hundreds of thousands of mountains and guarded by witchcraft ghosts?Such a hoe can dig treasures, so it must not be a valuable thing.

Father Xue quickly digged two more hoes around, and found that it was a long strip of stone, the surface was chiseled smooth, and there seemed to be words on it. It seemed that it was not formed naturally.

Xue Yinsong's first reaction was that there was an ancient tomb. When he thought of this, he said decisively: "Dig it! If you can dig out some gold and silver, you will make a fortune."

Father Xue shook his head: "Although I am not strict with tomb robbery, it will be troublesome if it is the ancestral grave of a Chen family villager. Stealing and digging an ancestral grave will be punished by death."

"Why don't you dig out this stele? If it's not the ancestral grave in Chenjia Village, then dig it up."

Both of them were lawless characters. After discussing for a while and seeing no one around, they hurriedly dug it up. The stele was only two feet wide but two feet long. Xue Yinsong poured some water to rinse the surface, but was dumbfounded.

The characters on it were in ancient style. He couldn't recognize any of them after reading it for a long time, so he had to say to his father: "What's wrong? It knows me, but I don't know it."

Father Xue thought for a while and then wavered: "When I was young, I also dug a tomb or two, and there were only bones in it, and only a few tomb bricks were usable. Besides, even if there is a burial, how can the things of the dead be sold? Money, when people hear that the dead have used it, they won’t even touch it, and they will call it bad luck.”

Well, that's true, most people are taboo about this, unless they can dig out gold and silver, but according to Xue Yinsong's limited historical knowledge, the current farming technology is probably still in the early stages of feudal society, and it will take a few years to go back. A hundred years may be a slave society.

The slave society pays attention to the burial of animals and living people. Regardless of the large pile of burials, they are all worthless rotten bones. Occasionally, there is a rough jade that can't be sold for a lot of money. To say that it is valuable, it has to wait until the Han Dynasty. Only then will I like to bury gold, silver and jewelry.

Thinking of this, Xue Yinsong became worried, but he couldn't give up until the bones of his mouth were broken. He hesitated for a moment and said: "Why don't you let the scholar take a look at it later? Doesn't the scholar like to study fonts, maybe he can recognize them?"

Father Xue also thought it was a solution, and the two covered the stele with floating soil, and continued to look for the fat pit next to it.

It was considered a rest just now, but now if you don’t work hard, you will fall behind. The father and son dug a hole with all their strength, and finally there was a stench from the fourth hole. Xue Yinsong was so smoked that he took a step back and fell to the ground Yelling: "Damn, I'm almost exhausted, whoever dares to pull out my mark in the future, I will peel his skin!"

It was almost noon at this time, and the two of them were so tired that their arms were sore, and they sat under the big tree beside the field to rest.The little scholar walked slowly with a bamboo basket in his hand, and smiled as he walked, "Aunt Huan made a pot of wine for Uncle Xue."

Father Xue's eyes narrowed when he heard that, and he said yes again and again, and the two of them set out dishes and rice, but the dishes and rice were not very hot when they walked from home, so they had to eat as much as they could.

Father Xue took a sip of his wine, and closed his eyes in satisfaction: "Two or two drinks a day, the little days are really nourishing."

Xue Yinsong took a bite of his meal and asked suddenly: "Xiucai, how long have you been rushing for the exam? It's already spring."

The little scholar said: "I was just about to tell you, about these few days." Xue Yinsong nodded: "I will prepare five taels of silver for you here, which may not be enough. You can only eat some dry food on the way. I will let Huan Auntie will bake some pancakes for you and marinate a few pieces of beef."

Xiao Xiucai thought for a while and said: "That doesn't matter, as long as there is something to eat, then I'll go home and pack it up, and I'll leave the day after tomorrow."

Xue Yinsong was a little worried: "Do you want me to see you off?"

The little scholar shook his head: "It's not far away, so why not give it away, besides, I've come from Qinchuan City, so I'm familiar with the way back this time."

Xue Yinsong said: "Well, then I will send you to Fuchun County and come back after making arrangements."

Xiao Xiucai nodded, "It will take about two months to come and go, and Changhui will trouble you."

Old man Xue replied with a smile: "What are you talking about, Changhui is just like my own grandson. Don't worry about taking the exam. I will take care of the child for you."

Xue Yinsong finished the meal with a few mouthfuls, and led Xiucai to the side of the big pit.The scholar squatted down and studied for a long time before he said: "This is a tomb. The person who buried it was named Shu Gongqing. When he was young, he went to other places and died in a foreign land. Because of the hot weather, the corpse could not be transported back to his hometown, so an empty tomb was erected for the descendants to pay homage to. .”

Xue Yinsong felt unlucky, needless to say in the tomb of clothes, there are some clothes inside, digging them out is useful!

Father Xue was agitated, looked left and right for no one, pointed at the stone bar and lowered his voice: "Scholar, how long has this man been here?"

The scholar took a closer look again, identified it and said: "It has been dead for more than 100 years."

Father Xue's eyes lit up: "There are at least four or five generations of people who have been passed down for more than 100 years. The country people don't have any genealogy. Maybe they don't remember this person for a long time. Although it is an empty tomb, the tomb bricks are the best things. You can take it home to the monastery and build a pigsty.”

When the little scholar thought of the things used by the dead to surround him, his scalp felt numb, and he quickly refused: "No, this tomb is also a tomb, so the master's soul may be inside it, so don't disturb the rest of the dead. .”

Xue Yinsong was not interested in the tomb bricks, he just felt happy for nothing.

Seeing that the two of them did not support it, Father Xue looked at the ground with some regret: "It's a pity, this tomb brick is really a good thing, our old house in Tianba Village, the floor is covered with tomb bricks, warm in winter and cool in summer ah."

"What?!" Only then did Xue Yinsong realize that it was not the first time he had dealt with dead people's things. After thinking about it, his back felt chills: "I said, why is it so cold in the house in summer?"

After Xiucai left, the two continued to search deeply. After two days, Xue Yinsong sent Xiucai to the county town after two days.

When I rushed home in the afternoon, my father was transplanting wheat seedlings.

Guessing that seeing the strange behavior of the Xue family, many people stood on the field ridge to watch the excitement, and even pointed.

Father Xue has become numb. Since he was repairing the chicken coop at home, he is also used to being watched. Anyway, nothing happens in the countryside for ten and a half months. This trivial matter can always be talked about by the villagers who like to chatter their teeth for a long time.

Xue Yinsong was used to being thick-skinned, so he didn't feel it at all. He went over to help his father plant wheat seedlings, and after planting, he poured water again, and the rest was waiting for the autumn harvest.

Now that the scholar had left, Xue Yinsong immediately turned his mind to Pei Changhui, determined to bring up his son and sleep alone in the Westinghouse for the past two months.

He first went to the carpenter in the village to order a small bed, and then asked Aunt Huan to sew a small floral quilt and cloth tiger pillows. Although the small bed, small pillows and small quilts were very tempting to Chang Hui, he hesitated. Will still refuse.

At first, Xue Yinsong wanted to resolve this matter democratically, but later he realized that no matter how intimidating and luring the people, they would not agree, so he turned his face and insisted. Of course, Pei Changhui was even more unwilling. Then roll to the ground.

Xue Yinsong finally failed, spanked his buttocks, carried the quilt and others into the Westinghouse, and of course he himself also hugged the quilt to sleep with him.

Although Pei Changhui was beaten, Pei Changhui forgot about food and beating within two days. As long as he can listen to stories, he is still happy to sleep in the hut.

After sleeping for a few more days, he gradually got used to it, and told a story later, as long as he was in a daze, he could leave.

People have slept in, but the cabbage in the west room can’t be piled up like this all the time. Xue Yinsong thought about it and discussed with his father: “Our family has to dig a cellar? Otherwise, where should we put the vegetables collected this winter? We can’t put them back Westinghouse?"

Father Xue nodded, "I can grow some other vegetables this year. If there is a vegetable cellar, it can be stored for a longer time. The weather is getting warmer too fast this spring, and our cabbages can't be kept."

But I just planted all the wheat seedlings yesterday, and the pain in my back is not over yet, and another big project is too much to bear. The two of you look at me and look at you and say in unison: "The day after tomorrow."

"Father, our rabbit has given birth!" Xue Yinsong turned his head and suddenly saw the rabbit in the rabbit pen, rubbing his eyes to make sure.Father Xue hurried over after hearing the words: "I saw two rabbits with big bellies earlier, and they gave birth, 1, 2, 3, ... gave birth to 10 cubs."

Xue Yinsong was not at all happy. Now half of his energy is spent on weeding every day. Now that there are 10 more people in the family, it is definitely bad news for him: "I will stop doing weeding by myself. I am tired every day going up the mountain." Dead man, you have to go too."

It takes more than two hours to go up and down the mountain every day. Father Xue spread his hands: "Who will cook after I leave? What about Changhui?"

Xue Yinsong's head hurt even more, he squatted in front of the rabbit pen and watched those little cubs grab milk, and said for a long time: "Since we have already raised this much, why not double the size and hire two people to weed grass every day."

Father Xue shook his head: "It costs money to hire someone to cut grass, a few pennies a day, and more than 100 a month."

Xue Yinsong told his father: "These ten rabbits can grow up in less than a month. Now there are 18 rabbits, 6 chickens, 28 ducks, 2 geese and 4 pigs in the family. They have to eat twice as much grass in less than a month." , you won’t let me mow grass day and night, will you?”

Father Xue scratched his head, reluctantly agreed: "Then hire someone else, hey, it will cost a lot of money a month!"

Xue Yinsong rolled his eyes: "Two baskets of grass only cost 5 renminbi, and 150 renminbi for a month. It's worth a few taels if I think of a way to make money casually. Wouldn't it be a waste of labor for me to harvest grass?"

Father Xue said: "Who are you going to ask to cut grass?"

Xue Yinsong remembered that the two boys were good last autumn, so he smiled and said: "Chen Changlin or something, I forgot, those two boys are not bad, the grass is solid, and they are obedient."

Father Xue waved his hand and asked him to arrange it by himself. He took a pile of hay and prepared to put the rabbit on it. Although it was spring, it was still cold at night, and the little rabbit had to take good care of it for a few days.