Yipin Farmer

"Don't be so old-fashioned." Ting Hui retorted, "Poor people like us will starve to death if they pay attention to this. Besides, Aunt Zhou said that we can go out and find work."

Ting Zhi said again: "I've asked, and I heard that it's only allowed after five periods. It's more appropriate to go out in filial piety, otherwise, wearing filial piety to go to work, or squatting in the market to sell things, people think it's unlucky. Wouldn't buy from us either."

Ting Shuang was amazed by Tingzhi's carefulness, and changed her mind: "That's right, we won't sell these mushrooms. The unfinished mushrooms can be dried and saved for later eating, and you can also eat them in winter. You can go up the mountain tomorrow to pick some more." .”

"It's not sunny, how can I get sun?"

Ting Shuang looked up at the sky, it was dark and there were no stars, and it was estimated that the sun would not rise tomorrow.

"Then do it on the kang." Ting Shuang took the basket as she spoke, and praised herself for being smart and knowledgeable. "I'll cook mushroom soup for you, but it's a pity that there is no meat."

"Who said there's no meat?" Ting Hui raised something from behind. The thing was hugged by green grass. It had a big mouth, black hair, and short legs. It seemed to be...

"Is it a boar cub?"

"Yes."

The two brothers told the story. It turned out that when they went up the mountain to pick mushrooms, they heard a humming. According to the sound, it was a little wild boar lying on the foot of the hillside. It seemed that one of its front hooves was broken. I couldn't move, and the sow couldn't save it, so I had to abandon it.

"Can we eat meat?" Ting Hui looked at the piglet with sparkling eyes, like some kind of furry little animal that wags its tail when it sees meat.

Ting Shuang still had to pour some cold water: "What do you eat for such a small piglet? Let's talk about raising it up."

As soon as Ting Hui said this, Ting Hui was immediately dejected. Ting Shuang looked at it funny and said, "Fortunately, what mother left is seeds, not silver. Even if you have silver in your hand, you will spend it all in a blink of an eye. Don't care about the future."

"I haven't eaten oil or water for a long time, and the little roundworms in my stomach are crying with hunger." Ting Hui rubbed his head against him, trying to change his mind.

"Pfft..." Ting Shuang couldn't help but want to laugh, this kid just talks too much.

This wild boar cub is considered the first thing in the family that can bring benefits, although only in the future.Ting Shuang decided to let him enjoy the treatment of a family member temporarily, keep him in the house, and repair the pigsty another day.

Ting Shuang put the piglet in place, and wrapped the injured leg with cloth and wooden sticks. While looking at it with affectionate eyes, she seemed to see a pot of shiny red braised pork. Of course, this is just the future braised pork , Swallow the excessive secretion of salivary enzymes, or go back to the house to eat radish.

Seeing that he was gone, the little piggy who had been stared at affectionately finally let out a sigh of relief.All pigs will not feel comfortable being watched by humans drooling and looking at braised pork.

The brothers ate on the kang in the east room.The thin and even shredded radish is mixed with a little salt, which is crisp and refreshing. The mushroom soup is also very delicious. Although there is no seasoning, the freshly picked mushrooms have an indescribable fragrance. , can still fill the belly.Ting Hui, who was always picky, drank two bowls of mushroom soup, and then slammed his mouth with unfulfilled desire.

Ting Ke teased him: "Now, the little roundworm in your stomach doesn't cry anymore, does it?"

"The little roundworm is starving to death." Ting Hui glared at him and was about to fight back, but suddenly saw Ting Zhi's face change, she stood up and ran out holding her nose.

"what happened?"

The older brothers followed out, and it turned out that Tingzhi had a nosebleed.Ting Shuang quickly scooped up water from the kitchen sink to wash him, pinched the base of his nose and patted his back.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened. After a while, Tingzhi's nosebleed stopped.

Ting Shuang was a little worried: "Is this not the first time for you?"

"Ah."

Ting Hui immediately interjected: "It must be due to the weak body. Reading is a mentally exhausting task, and I don't eat well. I always pickled radish and radish soup. I need to eat something that can nourish people."

What is nutritious and not too expensive?

Ting Shuang thought about it, and of course eggs are nutritious. A life is conceived in a small egg. The nutrition is very comprehensive, and it is cheaper than meat and fish.

But where to get eggs?Although the folks helped with the funeral and donated some daily necessities and food, the rest of the money had to be used for other purposes, not buying eggs.It is more cost-effective to raise a few chickens.

Early the next morning, Ting Shuang made breakfast, sent the second and third children up the mountain to pick mushrooms, and baked the leftover mushrooms on the kang. The abandoned pigsty at home was cleaned up again, and the piglets were put in.Then he went to Li Changfu's house. When he first came to Li's house, he found that Li's family raised many chickens. His big rooster was the strongest and most beautiful in the village. He defeated all the roosters in the village. Pullets, the chicks bred must be of good breed.

When Ting Shuang came to Li's house, the big rooster seemed to know his plan, and gave him a majestic look, and planed the ground with its sharp claws in a threatening manner. I went to Aunt Li to explain her intention and expressed her willingness to exchange the little wild boars for a few chickens in his family.

Aunt Li shook her head: "Wild boars are short-mouthed and don't have much meat, and they have a wild temper, so it's not easy to raise."

"Then..." Ting Shuang was a little embarrassed.

Seeing his embarrassment, Aunt Li took the initiative to say: "Just a few days ago, my hens were brooding. You can raise twenty of them first. It's a loan."

Ting Shuang was very moved. The people in this village are really simple. Without their help, I can't imagine what it would be like.

In the future, we must repay them well and earn money by reclaiming wasteland. That piece of wasteland is so big that it can completely develop agriculture, forestry, fishery and aquaculture, and raise a large flock of chickens and ducks. It’s just that these villagers only raise chickens to collect eggs, and they use eggs as currency. They traded eggs for oil, salt, and spending, but they didn't want to expand their breeding. No family raised more than a hundred chickens.

Li Er's family raises fifty or sixty chickens, which is the most in Sanhua Village. They know how to raise chickens if they have a place, so why not more?

It must be that these farmers lack the sense of scale. Let me, a modern person, guide me.

Ting Shuang asked: "Your yard is so big, and your aunt knows how to raise chickens, why don't you raise more, thousands of them?"

Aunt Li smiled and said: "You don't understand this. As the saying goes, if a family has a lot of money, those with hair don't count. If you raise chickens together, once there is chicken plague or something, if one dies, the coffin will have to be paid for."

Ting Shuang's sense of pride as a modern person suddenly flew away like a bird with long wings, and she understood one thing, even if she has advanced theoretical knowledge and advanced business awareness, she is still subject to the constraints of the times. If conditions do not permit, copying modern concepts will definitely not work.Without disinfectants and antibiotics, how to avoid infectious diseases in intensive farming? If this problem is not solved, large-scale farming will not be possible.

Ting Shuang went home with twenty baby chickens in her arms, but she still didn't give up the idea of ​​raising chickens on a large scale in the future.

The biggest difficulty is that there is no money. It would be great if I could pick up the treasure. Ting Shuang touched the knife in his waist. It was inlaid with gems and was very valuable. It was snatched from Mr. Bao. All I wanted was to get something from him as a souvenir, and I was reluctant to sell it for money even if I had no money.

A few days later, after two rounds of rain, the sprinkled seeds had already germinated, and the yard was full of greenery. Ting Shuang was full of hope for this land, and even Ting Hui cheered up and followed behind him to obey the instructions .

Ting Ke went to the city to look for work according to the original agreement.

There is a labor market in the county town, called "Kouzi" in ancient times, around the teahouse.A large group of people squatted against the wall, waiting for customers to come and take them away.

If Ting Shuang came here instead, he would feel that his self-esteem as a modern person had been seriously hurt. It was like picking animals in the livestock market, with no human rights, no dignity, no this, no that...

Putting on the second eldest Ting Hui, he would feel that it would be demeaning to mix with a bunch of mud legs, and he would definitely turn around and leave.

But Ting Ke is an honest man. In the words of Meng's father, he has no brains. He doesn't feel that there is any grievance or inappropriateness. He squats at the foot of the wall and waits. When he is tired, he stands up and stamps his feet and rubs his hands. .The weather is still a little cold in the morning and evening.The people next to him saw that he was tall and handsome, he looked like a scholar, and they even took the initiative to talk to him.

In the evening, Ting Hui returned home with a basket of mushrooms on his back. Seeing that Ting Shuang was cooking in the kitchen, he hurried over to have a look. When he saw it, he cried out aggrievedly: "Don't always boil mushroom soup in plain water, at least fry it in oil." Well."

Ting Shuang said directly: "Eating too much oily food can easily lead to hyperlipidemia, which is not good for the body."

"What is hyperlipidemia?"

"It's just that there is too much oil in the blood." Ting Shuang carried out scientific popularization very seriously, "If there is too much oil, the blood will stagnate, and the blood will not run smoothly.

Ting Hui was fooled and nodded straight, and forgot to say that they don't eat much oil, especially recently.

Ting Zhi came over rubbing her belly: "Why don't you have dinner yet, I'm starving to death."

"Let's have dinner when the third child comes back." Ting Shuang knocked on the rice cooker to signal for a while.

You won't be hungry if you eat something without oil and water. When you find a chance to go hunting in the mountains, you might meet a hare, a pheasant or something.

Aunt Zhou said that a good way to save food is to make soup noodles. People in this area, including the surrounding provinces, rich or poor, like to eat noodles, which are easy to digest and easy to digest. Just add water when guests come.So he also learned how to roll Zamian noodles, put the noodles into the pot and cook them with mushrooms, and eat them with pickled radishes.

"Dong dong dong..." There was a sound of heavy footsteps unique to young guys outside the door.

"The third child is back, let's serve dinner." Ting Shuang waved the spoon and scooped the soup out of the pot.

The food was put on the table, and while eating, I asked: "Have you found a job?"

Ting Ke swallowed the noodle soup and said, "I found it, but I don't know what to do?"

"Tell me about it." The brothers were very excited, as long as they could find a job.

"One of them is to invite Tsing Yi."

What is "please bar the Tsing Yi"? Before putting it on, Ting Shuang definitely didn't know anything, even the Ting Hui brothers who were born in ancient times didn't necessarily know, but after two funerals, they all knew.

To put it bluntly, it is to carry the coffin. The large coffin needs to be lifted with a lot of poles. Because the word "lift" is taboo, the word "please" is used instead of "lifting". Tsing Yi is the clothes worn by servants. The number of people and the color of the clothes are directly related to the rank of the deceased, so in "Dream of Red Mansions", before Qin Keqing's funeral, her husband donated a five-rank title for the sake of the scenery, so that the number of people who can carry the coffin when the spirit comes out can be 64 people, which is the standard of a deacon. will increase accordingly.

In "A Dream of Red Mansions", Jia Baoyu finally became a watchman, and Han Ye surrounded the broken felt and swallowed pickles.Lao She’s Luotuo Xiangzi was finally reduced to arranging and beating the deacon for the funeral. As a reader, Ting Shuang cried sadly when he saw this, and couldn’t help but feel sad. Now that his younger brother is going to do this, he can’t imagine how he can bear it .

He had heard from Father Meng that the Pan family, who were also wealthy businessmen, was defeated in the second generation, and that the young master was reduced to a poor job, and that's what he did.To this day, he still can't forget the contempt on Father Meng's face when he mentioned this matter.

Ting Shuang looked at his brothers and became more and more undecided. Although he didn't have the idea of ​​distinguishing high from low by occupation, the job of "asking for a Tsing Yi" seemed to be a very contemptible slave. When Father Meng mentioned it before his death, He made no secret of his contempt, now that his son has fallen to this point like the young master of the Pan family, will he cry in the ground?

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Some people think that the protagonist is stupid because he knows that the money store is not safe and still keeps the money there.Maybe you didn't look carefully.Xiaoshuang only kept the money shop because she thought it was reliable. Who did he ask about it beforehand?How much money do you have?The investigation was very detailed, because it was opened with the capital of the magistrate, so it felt reliable. The shop opened by the mayor was not reliable, and other shops were also at risk of closing down.His father didn't stop him, but said that the future business should be done separately.

Please go back to the previous chapter to see if this is the case.

That is to say, his father also acquiesced, and the magistrate personally came to the door to solicit customers. If he refused, everyone knew the consequences of offending the government in business.

The bad thing is that it is combined with the fire. If there is only one thing, his family will not be defeated. In ancient times, the power to resist fire disasters and financial crises was very weak.

It is also a common practice in the industry for banks to pay interest in advance or raise interest rates in order to attract important customers. For example, Hu Xueyan, a red-top businessman in the late Qing Dynasty, did this. .Of course, he also lost in the end, and died in internal and external difficulties.

In ancient times, merchants had little power to resist various risks.