The Pastoral Residence of the Down and Out Young Master

It was almost midnight when we arrived at the county government, so Zhao Tian had no choice but to take Moji to the shop. Moji had returned to the village early. The room was pitch-black, and Moji looked depressed. Sleeper?"

"Everyone else can sleep well, why are you so delicate? You are willing to sleep in an inn and go by yourself."

Moji thought to himself, what kind of inn do I sleep in with the money on you, "Just now the coachman praised you, all of them were blind, and no one saw how you bullied me."

Zhao Tian spread out the mat and put on the thin quilt. Anyway, it was too hot to cover it. Seeing the ink stains, he was still complaining, and said, "If you are not tired, just stand there, and I will go to sleep first."

Moji was also sleepy, and didn't bother to say anything else, and asked, "Is it just a mat? Where should I sleep?"

"I didn't prepare too much at the beginning, if you want to sleep, you can squeeze with me"

Now where to get a mat at night, there is no way if it is not crowded, and you can’t just lie on the ground. Mo Ji kicked Zhao Tian to the side, although he couldn’t kick it, "Leave me a space, I want me to sleep Can't you?"

Zhao Tian moved to the side, looked back and saw that the ink was still grimacing, and said with a smile, "You deserve to be a young master, when I went out, it didn't matter where I went, and I slept in the barren mountains and wild mountains."

Hearing Zhao Tian talk about the past, Moji was sleepy but couldn't fall asleep, so he asked, "I heard Moji said that you used to be a shopkeeper. Which shop did you work in?"

"Why don't you go to bed and inquire about so many things. You have to go back to the field tomorrow morning. The millet will be ripe these days, so you have to get it home quickly."

Although Moji was puzzled, it was the first time for his family to plant millet, and Moji hadn’t confiscated it yet, so he put Zhao Tian’s affairs aside when he heard that he was going to harvest the millet. After a while, he fell asleep, and Zhao Tian carried him into his arms as usual. , not too hot.

Harvesting millet is similar to harvesting wheat. It is cut down with a sickle and bundled into bundles, but the ox cart is brought to the shop by the ink, which will have to be pushed back with a cart. It rained a few days ago and a piece of millet fell down. Now it is a bit troublesome to harvest. , make the strength stronger, and the grains will fall to the ground.

Moji was sent to the place where the mowing was not done, and the stones were pushed home. Zhao Tian and Zhao Di picked up the grains that had fallen on the ground bit by bit. He asked, "Daddy Zhao, did Zhao Tian really work as a shopkeeper in the county government before? Tell me about it"

"How can this be false? Zhao Tian was counted in the village back then. If you want to know, just ask yourself. Isn't he here?"

Mo Ji sneered, "I was counted in our Great Heavenly Dynasty back then."

Zhao Tian saw that he would not work as soon as he spoke, and shouted, "You can count yourself as lazy now, but I can tell you, you will cut the one that is not poured, so don't go home if you can't finish it."

"Well, you Zhao Tian, ​​you will threaten me with this, and I will cut and play and go home as usual, can you beat me?" After finishing speaking, he said to Zhao Di, "Daddy Zhao, you can watch how he bullies me. Mine, in the future when I get rich and deal with him, no one can stop me, I have been bullied by him all these years."

After hearing this, Zhao Tian said, "Just rely on someone to be there, make trouble, if you don't work quickly, you will have to continue."

"Father Zhao, look at how arbitrary he is. I am also the head of the family. Why should I listen to him? I can cut it off any day I want. I don't want to do it today. Let's go home and rest."

Father Zhao said after hearing this, "You have grown up in the countryside all these years and you don't know the five grains and the farming season. If you don't harvest the millet, it will all fall on the ground. This year will be a waste of work. The millet porridge you have been thinking about can't drink anymore"

As soon as Moji heard this, he hurriedly started mowing. Although he often thought about being lazy, he put in a lot of effort in the field. It would be sad to think about it if there was no harvest. Thinking of beans, he asked again, "The beans haven't been harvested yet." It’s ripe, it just bloomed when the weeds were pulled out a while ago.”

"No, you have to keep an eye on everything when growing crops, maybe something will happen"

The millet on an acre of land is also easy to harvest, and they took it back home in a day. Moji looked happily at the golden ears of grain in the yard, "Then how do you get the millet out? If you don't know how to dry it, just come out."

The stone was scattering the millet beside him, so he replied, "That's no good, you have to grind the grains if you want to thresh them clean, remember the stone wheel for rolling wheat, use that rolling wheel"

"Then can the obtained grains be directly cooked into porridge?"

"yes"

"Why is the color different from the one I bought, not so bright"

"It's what I eat myself, and the one I bought was added with talcum powder, which means it looks better."

As soon as Mo Mo entered the door, he heard Mo Ji asking questions, jokingly said, "Master, I should put you in the store to gain popularity, and it would be a waste for you to farm the land."

Moji waved his hands straight after hearing this, "Forget it, I'm still comfortable farming"

Seeing that both the ink and the stone were there, the ink blot asked, "How did you two get along? Tell me quickly."

"Young Master, why do you like to inquire about things so much? If you like to inquire about my brother, don't make fun of me." After Mo Mo finished speaking, he led the ox cart and walked over.

I couldn’t find the ink marks in the ink, so I asked the stone, “Can you tell me?”

Shi Shi was two years younger than him, so his mind was naturally simpler, and he said, "We grew up together, so it's good if we can get along well?"

"So simple?"

"How complicated is this? Do you think it's a storyteller?"

Moji felt bored and stopped asking.