If you don't farm, you will be smashed [End Times]

Just after June, the weather is hotter day by day, and in January, the rice is ripe, and it is time to enter the busiest time of the year.

In Qinghe Village, an ox cart was walking slowly towards the village. The driver was a young man in his 27s. There was a woman and two dolls sitting in the cart. It was a family of four.

As soon as I entered the village, I met an acquaintance. A woman with a wooden basin was going to wash clothes by the river. When she saw this family, her eyes turned around on the several crocks piled up on the bullock cart. It fell on the cloth, cakes and other miscellaneous things next to it, and my heart felt as if I had drunk vinegar, so sour, I had to say a few obedient words: "Second sister, are you taking the son-in-law back to your mother's house? It’s really filial to bring so many things.”

"The third aunt is doing laundry." The second sister Xia replied with a smile: "The things I make at home are not worth much. My two little ones run after Yuanbao every day like a little tail. When they hear that I will come back , if you insist on following, why not bring them back together to meet their grandparents."

"Yo, I've heard about it." The third aunt exaggerated in a loud voice, "It's said that the lo mei in your shop is called a fragrance. The county magistrate buys it for food at home. How can it be said that it's worthless."

"Where is it, the county magistrate just tasted something new." Second Sister Xia said so, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud: "Thanks to the cleverness of our Yuanbao, we found such a prescription from an ancient book."

"That's right, I've only been studying for half a year, and I have this ability. I'm sure I'll be a scholar in the future." No matter how sad the third aunt felt, she would show a smile to the second sister Xia. I want to work in someone else's lo-mei shop.

"At the beginning, the old Taoist told the fortune-telling of your family's ingots, and he said that he was very lucky in his life. Look, isn't that what you should do?!" The third aunt must have said it very well, as if she had told people that Xia Chen was a fool with no luck. It's not like she is.

Second sister Xia likes to hear people praise her younger brother now, and the corner of her mouth can't be suppressed when the third aunt says so.Originally, she was looking forward to waiting for her younger brother to finish his studies, and their relatives would be able to gain some fame. She never thought that their Yuanbao would find out such a way to make money after only studying for half a year.

It used to be that there was so much offal at home that it couldn't be sold out, and it was not easy to sell at a low price, so I had to eat it at home, which made my family sick when they smelled the smell, and they couldn't eat anymore.

As a result, Yuan Bao found a recipe for making lo-mei from an ancient book, tried it out himself, and found that the processed offal was made into lo-mei, which was salty, fragrant and delicious, with a unique flavor.The child was kind-hearted and generous. He understood that it was not easy for his uncle's family, so he gave Fang Zi out directly.

Her father-in-law tried it at home, and it turned out to be a good business. Not only can he do it by himself, but he can also take care of his brothers' nephews.Their family already has a lot of water, so they can just buy some stewed ingredients and cook stewed soup. The cost is not high, and even if it fails, the loss will not be much.

Who would have thought that the business would be so good, the price of the water itself is not expensive, and although the marinated seasonings are not very cheap, a pot of stewed soup can marinate many things. As long as it is well preserved and the marinated ingredients are added in time, it can be used repeatedly. And the more it cooks, the more fragrant it becomes.

In this way, the cost has been reduced, and the price they sell is not expensive, and many ordinary people in the county can afford it.The taste of this stewed meat is very good. It is very good to eat as a dish, to eat with wine, and to treat guests after weighing two catties.

The business of braised meat shops was so good that the restaurants in the county at first imitated their lo-mei to sell, but later found that the taste was not so good. In addition, when you go to a restaurant to eat, you don’t always order lo-mei. It's not worth it, so I just come to their house to buy it every day.

Later, the magistrate of the county also bought it several times. I heard that he likes to use their marinated pig ears to serve wine, so the reputation of their braised mei shop spread to other counties, and big families in other counties sent it. The next person to buy.

Her father-in-law was a successful man, so he invited his brothers to do it together, and gave her natal family [-]% of the bonus. This was given in private, and he didn't dare to let outsiders know about it, for fear of delaying her younger brother's future imperial examination.

Now Second Sister Xia is in her husband's house, her waist is very straight, she married into her uncle's house, although there is no major conflict with her sister-in-law, but there are minor frictions, the second sister-in-law's natal uncle's sister-in-law is the county captain's concubine , who claims to have an uncle who is an official, who usually takes advantage of other houses.

Well now, her younger brother gave her a cash cow, even her mother-in-law supported her, and the second sister-in-law was also kind to her, all thanks to her younger brother.

"Third Aunt, I don't want to tell you. It's hot, and this lo mei will be ruined if it gets stuffy." Second Sister Xia had enjoyed enough of other people's compliments, and remembered to say goodbye to Third Aunt.

"You're busy, you're busy." The third aunt quickly stepped aside to watch the ox cart go to the village.At the same time, I made up my mind that this year I must get my mother-in-law to agree to send the youngest son to study. Only after he can read and write can he read. ah.

Before arriving at the door of Xia's house, he saw a group of people gathered in the open space under the big tree outside the gate of Xia's small courtyard from a distance, including men, women and children, and most of them were children.

"It must be the little uncle who is telling the story!" Brother Bei exclaimed happily, and before the bullock cart stopped, he quickly jumped off and ran towards Xia's house.

Yao Wulang hurriedly stopped the ox cart, and before he could reprimand him, his son had already run away.Xi Niang looked at her father eagerly, and her heart had already run away with her younger brother.

"Why stop the car, don't hurry up." Second Sister Xia urged, and then comforted her daughter: "Don't be afraid, your little uncle loves you and will definitely leave you a good place inside to listen to the story."

The gate of Xia's house was half blocked by people who gathered to listen to the story. Brother Bei couldn't squeeze in at all, and shouted anxiously outside. Fortunately, everyone kept quiet in order to listen to the story, so that Xia Chen could hear him. , Ask someone to let him in.

Xia Chen didn't expect that, he just wanted to tell his little niece a fairy tale on a temporary basis, and now he has almost become the village's official storyteller.

After finishing the lecture on the local version of "Wild Swan" that day, Brother Nan told his brother when he went back at night.

Brother Nan's memory is mediocre. In ancient times, was there any teacher who would specially train children's expressive ability? A good story is told upside down without looking at the beginning and the end.Just like this, Dong Geer, who had no knowledge, was taken aback for a while, and kept asking what happened next.

Later Brother Nan couldn't remember clearly, if he didn't dare to disturb Xia Chen to sleep, he might have to get up in the middle of the night to let Xia Chen explain it to him.

The next day, both children had dark eyes. Brother Dong was fine, but Brother Nan had to study. He dozed off in class and was picked up to make him stand. When he returned home at night, he was whipped by Xia Dalang.

Brother Dong didn't care to sympathize with his younger brother, so he circled around Xia Chen to listen to the story. Xia Chen thought, telling a story can't be taught in class, and telling it to one person is the same as telling it to the whole family.Anyway, there are no entertainment activities at this time, just say a few words after dinner at night, just lie on the bed with eyes closed and wait for sleep.

Xia Chen simply called his family to the main room and told them a story.Mrs. Xia, Mrs. Xia and Qiao Niang both listened to Xia Dalang during the day. Xia Chen told a nice and interesting story at his uncle's house. Unfortunately, Xia Dalang was stupid and couldn't tell it for a long time.

Xia Chen said that he wanted to talk, and everyone sat together very supportively. Even Xia Dalang and Brother Nan, who had listened to it twice, sat over and were very willing to listen to it again.

But this time Xia Chen doesn't plan to talk about "Wild Swan". He wants to create some entertainment for his family and tell a story at a fixed time in the evening. It's better to tell a long story, and there is something more suitable than "Journey to the West" ?

It is suitable for all ages, although it is not possible to memorize all of them, but the general plot is clear. Storytelling is not silent, so he can play it freely.

So that night, the Xia family listened to a story about the birth of the monkey king. It was fresh, so fresh, how could there be such a strange event, such an interesting story.

Everyone in the Xia family was fascinated by what they heard, and this caused a very serious problem. It is your own father, mother, brother and sister-in-law who should be reminded, how can you get out?

Xia Chen talked for a whole hour, his mouth was dry, he drank two big pots of tea, and almost wet the bed at night.

The next day, Xia Chen didn't need to talk about it. After dinner, the whole family gathered together to listen to Xia Chen's storytelling. Even the little girl Guihua and Lao Yutou couldn't help but move a stool to join in the fun. moment.

Afterwards, Brother Dong took out the stories he had heard to show off to his friends. He was better at expressing than Brother Nan, and he couldn't remember clearly. Are you still listening? You are not allowed to listen any more!"

Relying on these fresh stories, Dong Ge'er completely defeated the young master Tian Laibao who had all kinds of snacks, and became the king of children in the entire Qinghe Village.

As the eldest brother, he has to seek welfare for the younger brother. In addition to the hot weather, Xia Chen changed the place where the story was told to the courtyard. There were more and more people, and Dong Geer signed a bunch of unequal treaties with Xia Chen, so Xia Chen changed the location of the storytelling to the outside of the yard.

Up to now, Xia Chen has almost become the most popular person in the whole village, especially among the children. When walking on the road, someone would stuff him with home-grown vegetables.

Xia Chen: I am also very helpless. I originally wanted to rely on the imperial examination to become famous, but now I have become the favorite of the village because of the Monkey King?

It was a ten-day break today, and Xia Chen was entangled by Brother Dong. It happened that Xu He came down the mountain, and he couldn't go down the mountain to listen to the story every day.

Even if it is retold, many people will come to listen to it, and this story will never tire of hearing it.But the best position closest to Xia Chen, where he could hear the most clearly, was reserved for Brother Dong Geer and Xu Helai. The children in the village hated Xu Helai to death.

Brother Bei squeezed in and rushed towards Xia Chen like a cannonball. This kid was very obsessed with the Monkey King. He once told his parents that he wanted to become a monk and he could accept the Monkey King as his apprentice in the future.After being suppressed by force with a feather duster by his mother, he settled down.

"Sister and brother-in-law are here?" As soon as Xia Chen saw the little nephew, he knew that he couldn't have come by himself, so he quickly got up and looked out.

It just so happened that Yao Wulang also drove over with the bullock cart, and the villagers who blocked the door gave way one after another. Yao Wulang stopped the bullock cart and said with a smile, "Yuanbao, don't worry about us, just continue telling the story. Where's your brother? Tell him to come and see." See where these things are placed."

"He went to the field with his father." Xia Chen said, and then told his eldest nephew: "Brother Dong, go and call your father back, and say that your sister and brother-in-law are visiting."

"No need to call." Just as Xia Chen finished speaking, Master Xia and Xia Dalang walked over with their feet covered in mud, obviously they had just returned from the field.

"Da Lang, you take Wu Lang to resettlement, and ask your wife to burn the fish you raised. Yuan Bao, come here, I have something to tell you." Master Xia arranged clearly in a few words. Xia Chen observed his words and expressions, and found his father's expression was complicated , Hastily dismissed the villagers who were listening to the story, and followed his father to the small study where he usually talked.

After closing the door, Master Xia opened his mouth before Xia Chen asked, "Yuan Bao, tell Dad, where did the rice seeds come from?"

It seems that his father has already discovered the production problem, Xia Chen blinked, with an innocent face: "You gave it to me."

"Our family's seeds?" Mr. Xia was surprised. He thought for a while, and then asked: "Apart from cultivating seedlings in advance, has Yuan Bao done anything else?"