The daily life of the husband who crossed the field

After entering March, the spring rains fell one after another, and everything recovered more quickly, willow branches sprouted, grass grew wildly, and even the flowers and bones in the fields were competing to bloom.

Li Laosan couldn't come to help for the time being because of other things, and Zhang Zhen didn't make things difficult, and paid him a month's money.

After expanding the business, Zhang Zhen and Xu Zijia still went to the town to sell, and the other nine people divided into three groups to sell in other villages after Zhang Zhen finished cooking. The business was still very good, but occasionally there were leftovers, Zhang Zhen Just let them take it home and eat it by themselves, and they can earn more than four taels of silver a day on average.

Zhang Zhen counted the money in the temple fair bucket a day, and found that it was as expected, a total of 37 taels of silver, which is indeed very good.

At the village head's house, Li Sansao looked at the five hundred papers in her hand and said with some displeasure in her heart, "That's all he gave you?"

Li Laosan waved his hand and said, "That's a lot. You know, it's only so much in one month to do the heaviest work for others in the town. You know, I only worked for more than ten days."

This was indeed the case, and Mrs. Li San couldn't find anything to refute, so she just said: "I thought you were such a good friend, and you helped him for such a long time. How tiring it was to go to the temple fair that day, and he earned so much by himself. , I will score you some points."

Li Laosan sat on the edge of the courtyard porch, straightened the hoe with his hands, and said without raising his head: "It's someone else's handicraft, so what's there to say." In fact, I felt a little uncomfortable. Da Song also gave himself a [-]% share, but now, he paid wages like everyone else. He knew he shouldn't think that way about this matter, but it always felt wrong.

Speaking of this, Li Sansao said suddenly: "Didn't Da Song avoid you when cooking?"

"No." Li Laosan also felt that there was something wrong with what he was thinking in his heart. Dasong trusted him openly and treated him well, so what exactly was he thinking.

After hearing this, Li Sansao said slowly: "Then, the head of the house, can you do it?"

She had already talked about this point, Li Laosan still didn't understand something, shook his head and said, "I haven't tried it."

"Then you... try it, what if it works?" Mrs. Li leaned closer to him. Outsiders don't know that they have helped with the work, but everyone knows how much Dasong earns every day. If they do this...

Li Laosan interrupted her thoughts, and reprimanded: "Is that something that people did? I was sorry for him in the matter of Pan Kang, and now the whole village knows about this thing. Where do you want me to put my face? Prodigal girls! And although I saw how they made it, but they made their own seasoning, how would I know?"

Mrs. Li San was not frightened by his words, she murmured: "You also said that people don't lie to you, why don't you let you know what seasoning it is? You are honest, and I don't know if people treat you as a brother in their hearts, you , in the eyes of others, at best, he is someone who can't spend a few bucks to help."

Li Laosan was not happy to hear these words, so he glared at her, stood up, and went to the field with the hoe on his shoulder.

The weather is fine, and the busy farming season is coming. All kinds of grains are beginning to be planted. Most of Zhang Zhenzhao’s families also have farm work. After the wages are settled, they will be sent back, and they will come back when the slack season is over.

Naturally, the business was done like it was years ago, so Zhang Zhen has a lot of free time every day. Thinking of the flower seeds he bought back, Zhang Zhen planned to plant flowers on the only piece of land, and bought a lot of chickens and ducks. It's not that raising these subsidized households, it's just that the fluffy, yellow and tender chickens and ducks look very cute, Xu Zijia likes them, and Zhang Zhen happens to be going to help Shunzi's field these two days, so let these little guys accompany him. He can too.

The chickens and ducklings were not only bought by Zhang Zhen’s family, more or less everyone in the village bought some, and Mrs. Shun also bought some at her own home, so she taught Xu Zijia how to release ducks in the small river.

Shunzi didn't understand that she followed Zhang Zhen in spreading flower seeds, and advised, "Da Song, what's the use of planting these, you might as well grow more food."

In fact, Zhang Zhen didn't think about the specific use before, but he has an idea when he plans to move to the town. When the time comes to open a restaurant at home, using these decorations will be very good, "It's useless for now."

Seeing that Dasong was still smiling when he said it was useless, Shunzi said helplessly, "You're just ruining the land, so how about it, if you don't want to plant it in the future, why don't you sell it to me? I'll give you money." He really couldn't bear to see a piece of land being ruined, and this piece of land was fertilized too much by the big pine last winter, and it was raised for so long, so it can be regarded as a good piece of land.

Zhang Zhen said bluntly: "Well, I will give it to you next year or the year after, as long as you want it at that time."

The two were talking, when they suddenly saw a fire and smoke in the mountain. It seemed that the fire hadn't started yet, and it was too late to call the villagers.

"Er Gouzi, you utterly devoid of conscience, woo woo, please, please, don't, don't." Zhang Erya cried and tried to push the person on him away.

Er Gouzi came over and gave her a slap, and shouted: "Now I know I'm begging for mercy, wasn't I very stubborn just now? I even set my kitchen on fire! What a stinky bitch, she dared to run out of the house, it's not the first time It's one time, what are you pretending to do, if you dare to say no again, you will be slapped to death!"

Zhang Erya was beaten to the point of staring at her eyes, and the blood from her nose flowed out, and her face was covered with blood during the struggle, which was very terrifying. The person on her body looked at him with disgust and said, "If it doesn't work, forget it, and then die." I don't want to be blackmailed by you!"

Er Gouzi immediately laughed and said: "It will be ready soon, it will be ready soon, wait a moment, wait a moment, look at this woman, although she doesn't look good now, she will be fine after washing, besides, she will be dead Now, you are also from my family, the government doesn’t care about it, what are you afraid of?” He rushed into the house to scoop up a ladle of water and poured it directly on Zhang Erya’s face, seeing that it was still dirty, he scooped up another ladle.

Everything happened too fast, Zhang Zhen was the first to react, and pulled Shunzi, Shunzi also recovered from the shock, and ran over to stop it.

Zhang Zhen kicked Er Gouzi down with one kick, and then kicked him in the heart. He didn't kick such a disgusting person twice, because it was hard to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Shunzi also ran to the other side. When the man saw someone else, his eyes were full of wretchedness, but when he found out that it was the troublemaker, he ran away. Shunzi didn't care to chase him, and rushed into the room and took out the quilt to cover Zhang. On Er Ya's body, and then Zhang Zhen's side, he punched and kicked Er Gou Zi.

Er Gouzi was in excruciating pain all over his body, and shouted, "Dasong Shunzi, you two bastards, how dare you hit me!"

Shunzi punched him again, and said with cruelty in his eyes: "You bastard, you should be beaten to death, what's wrong with hitting you twice, you should smile and thank grandpa for hitting you!"