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

Xue Yinsong turned his head and suppressed a smile, and said seriously: "I'm feeling casually, it's okay."

The little scholar smiled and asked, "Do you have any thoughts looking at the ears of wheat?"

"Of course there is," Xue Yinsong replied, "The revolution has not yet succeeded, and everyone still needs to work hard. Be careful of villains and strengthen patrols from time to time."

Xiaoxiu thought for a long time before saying: "You always like to say that I have persecution paranoia, I think you have it, right?"

Xue Yinsong made a booing gesture, looked into the distance and whispered: "There is no way, too many people have been offended by coming to Chenjia Village. The most strange and unchanging thing in this world is not the sky or the sea, but the human heart. Be careful." There is nothing wrong with being careful, I will organize a patrol from tonight, from three to five every night, and patrol all the wheat fields in groups of two."

The little scholar laughed and shook his head: "I think too much."

Xue Yinsong looked at the wheat field for a while and then went home. The wheat field was so beautiful that he couldn't get enough if he didn't eat.

When they entered the house, the food had just been cooked. Xue Yinsong washed his hands and took the bowls and chopsticks. Xiao Xiucai sat at the table with his cheeks propped up and asked boredly, "Brother Xue, will I really stop studying in the future?"

Xue Yinsong replied: "Further up, if you take the imperial examination, you have to become an official. As long as your brain is not enough, you should stay at home obediently."

The little scholar pursed his lips and said after a long time: "Then what are you going to do in the future?"

"Make a fortune and become a rich man."

"What's so good about having more money?" Xiao Xiucai continued to poke her lips: "Too much money brings more troubles, just like the He family, people's hearts are scattered, and the family cannot form a family."

Xue Yinsong nodded: "That's right, money has never been an auspicious thing. If you keep money on your body, it will be stolen and cause unreasonable disasters; if you keep money at home, it is easy to attract thieves' attention, causing family disasters or discord; If money is put in the country, other countries will worry about it. Qin loses its deer, and everyone in the world chases after it. What I want to do is to be a rich and poor man."

The little scholar laughed loudly: "Brother Xue, are you confused? How can rich people be poor?"

Xue Yinsong pointed to his chest inscrutablely and said: "The rich is here, and the poor is here."

Seeing that the scholar didn't understand, Xue Yinsong was in a good mood. He sat down and stole a piece of vegetables to eat. After chewing a few mouthfuls, he swallowed and wiped his mouth and explained: "For example, when I get rich in the future, I will build roads for Chenjiacun and give money to every family. Build a new house, so the money goes out and becomes everyone's wealth, but I'm still poor."

The little scholar still didn't understand: "Didn't all the money go to other people's homes?"

"Yes, but the connotation of money has changed and internalized into a kind of power. For example, if I hate someone, I can not allow him to walk the road I built or live in the house I built. In Chenjia Village, my words become imperial decrees , everyone in this village has to obey my orders, it can be said that I am the emperor of this Chen family village."

The little scholar was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly stopped and said: "This statement is outrageous."

"The economic foundation determines the superstructure. If I become the richest man in the world and even establish a country by myself, I must first have enough money to donate to the country, and then obtain a fief. In the fief, dig minerals to cast coins and weapons, After reaching a certain scale, recruiting troops and buying horses can arm the regime, and if the emperor can't beat me, he will be forced to confer me a feudal lord."

Of course the little scholar didn't believe it: "How did you become the world's richest man?"

Xue Yinsong said: "Let's take this Chenjia Village as an example. First of all, I will find a way to gather the power of the whole village to monopolize agriculture. But agricultural monopoly can't make much money. The real money is the secondary and tertiary industries. So I It is necessary to open factories, weaving, dyeing, clothing, food processing, real estate, trading houses, drugstores, money banks... and so on."

"Then how do we start?"

Xue Yinsong ate another chopstick and wiped his mouth with satisfaction: "My first goal is to replace Lei Dahan, the second goal is to let the whole village join my Jin Yuanbao Agricultural Cooperative, and the third goal is to engage in chain operations."

The little scholar didn't understand at all, blinked his eyes, and then said: "Brother Xue, I always feel that you... are a ghost, and keep saying things that you don't understand."

Xue Yinsong finally failed, so he had to hum twice to change the subject, and yelled towards the kitchen: "Father! Are you alright? I'm starving to death."

Father Xue agreed, came in with a coarse cloth holding a big bowl, and smiled triumphantly: "Look, your Auntie Huan made the pickled vegetables and meat, smells good, right?" Xue Yinsong's eyes lit up, and he quickly opened the bowl Put the bowl of meat in the middle and say, "Good things, good things."

The little scholar also smelled the fragrance, took a deep breath and said: "When I was a child, the braised pork cooked by my mother was very delicious. The fatty meat melted into scum in the mouth, and the pig skin was sticky to the teeth."

Xue Yinsong hurriedly pulled out the rice cooker from the quilt and filled everyone with rice.Father Xue sat down and asked casually, "Do you have anything to do in the afternoon?"

Xue Yinsong thought about it: "I have to harvest wheat these days, right? I'll grind out the sickle this afternoon."

Father Xue also paused at this point, and said to himself: "Then we have to wash out the mortar and pestle to dry, and find out the sieve."

"How is the rice seedling growing?"

Father Xue replied proudly: "No need to say, it must have grown well. Now it has grown two inches. I move in and out every day to bask in the sun. Can it not grow well?"

After dinner, Xue Yinsong sat in the backyard sharpening his knife. A sharp sickle is essential if he wants to harvest wheat quickly.

Knife sharpening is also very particular, you have to prepare two whetstones, first thick and then thinner, the thicker whetstone is mainly for sharpening the edge, and if you want it to be sharp, you have to go through it with a fine whetstone.

He first found a piece of coarse cloth and placed it under the whetstone, rubbed the blade with his fingers, stuck the blade obliquely on the whetstone, and rubbed it over the whetstone over and over again. , blunt block.

After grinding, try it with your hands. When you feel that the edge is coming out, grind the other side. When you are satisfied with both sides, replace it with a fine whetstone.

The fine whetstone is mainly to make the blade sharper. Xue Yinsong sat leisurely in the sun, humming a little tune to sharpen the knife.

Just listen to rip-la, rip-la, the boring sound ran through the entire small courtyard, and Father Xue couldn't sit still, so he ran for his life.

The little prince was not afraid of noise, so he came in around the afternoon when he had nothing to do, sat and chatted happily, and the two even had a heated discussion about the angle of sharpening the blade.

People in the army sharpen their swords by themselves, and the young prince has good skills. In his words, this thing on the battlefield is a trifling matter, and you must never leave your life in the hands of others.

After talking for a while, the two of them were also tired. Xue Yinsong fetched a bucket of well water and the two of them drank it. They felt that the cold well water reached their heart and lungs.

But the little prince applauded loudly, saying that when attacking in northern Xinjiang, he could not make a fire because he chased all night, so he drank cold water and ate dry food. In winter nights, the water bag was frozen into ice, so he had to hold it in his arms to hydrate before drinking. Just drinking it like this makes people's tongue numb.

Xue Yinsong is quite yearning. He was not able to join the army because of myopia. He came to this ancient time and was not born in a military household. He probably has no fate in wars all his life. Besides, the Celestial Dynasty is very peaceful. In the past ten years or so, it has been a little bit farther north. chaos.

The two talked and laughed and sharpened their knives. Once the scholar came back and saw that they were chatting happily, he didn't go there. He just yelled in the front yard: "Brother Xue, Uncle Xue asked you to steam the rice. Will be back."

Xue Yinsong responded loudly, got up and went to the kitchen to beat rice for cooking. The little prince saw his skillful movements, and joked, "Unexpectedly, you are still a fool. You can farm, go up the mountain and cook."

Xue Yinsong replied nonchalantly: "There's nothing wrong with being able to cook, at least you can cook for him if you quarrel."

The little prince was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "This is really a good way, but unfortunately I don't know how to do both."

Xue Yinsong shook his head and said: "This is not good. This person doesn't do anything for a day. He is easy to think about things when he is stupid. If he thinks too much, he is easy to get sick. So no matter what, you have to let him do something, do more. It doesn't matter if you sit less, you just can't be idle."

The little prince slapped his thigh: "It's really like this! I just feel sorry for him and won't let him do things. I'm not in a good mood either."

Xue Yinsong shook his head: "No, no, we have to do business." He lowered his voice and said, "My daughter-in-law used to study, and when he was admitted to Juren, she found him another job, taught him to keep accounts, and supported him to study every day. , in the future, if I really want to open a shop, I will let him be the accountant."

The little prince smiled and said, "If you have one, let Juren act as your accountant."

Xue Yinsong boasted proudly: "He has become a county lord, what I ask him to do, what else he has to do, don't get used to it, otherwise you will have to go to the house to demolish tiles in the future."

The little prince thought about it, and felt that the one in his house was already on the trend of being exposed to the tiles, so he couldn't help but frown: "How can we change it?"

Xue Yinsong said: "You can't get used to it, you have to be educated if you need to, and once you get used to it, you will do bad things."

The little prince thought for a while and asked, "How to educate?"

Xue Yinsong gritted his teeth and said: "Confucius said that there are three thousand disciples, and each one is different. This depends on individual circumstances."

"How about yours?"

Xue Yinsong hurriedly said: "My family is very obedient, he can understand it with just one look." The little prince looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Is that so?"

"Of course." Xue Yinsong didn't blush and his heart didn't beat.

Just as he was talking, suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Lei Dahan roared in the front yard: "Xue Yinsong! Get the hell out of here!"

Xue Yinsong came to his heart, stood up and said: "Little prince, my troubles are coming, you should go back first."

Not wanting the young prince to be very righteous, he lifted the hem of the brocade robe together and said, "I'll go and see with you."

The two walked to the front yard one after the other, and Xiao Xiucai was standing by the door and asked, "What are you doing?"

Dahan Lei held a brick in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, and pushed him away aggressively: "Where is Xue Yinsong!"

When Xue Yinsong came out from the backyard and saw this scene, he suppressed his anger and said, "Dahan Lei, grandpa is here!"

Dahan Lei shouted: "You are the one I'm looking for!" As he said that a brick was thrown at him, Xue Yinsong dodged, and the little prince behind him took it empty-handed. Master doesn't like to use bricks."

Dahan Lei was obviously taken aback, he didn't expect this man to have such wrist strength when he looked thin, so he couldn't help but lose his momentum, and said to Xue Yinsong: "I ask you, have you ever robbed me of business?"

Xue Yinsong denied: "No."