"That's because they are orphans and will work for the general after they finish their studies. Our children are not orphans."
"I still thought they were orphans. I used to want to throw the children at the school gate and pretend to be orphans, so that they could study and learn their skills." One person said: "That is a school opened by the general himself. In the future, they will learn it after they finish it."
Serving the general is no better than digging for food in the soil and wandering around?"
If you follow Zhao Hanzhang, even if there is another war, your chances of survival will be better than following them.
So as soon as the regulations came out, he was one of the people who immediately sent their children to school.
But most people want their children to work at home, so they are not allowed to go to school.
Although children are young, they can actually do a lot of things. There are many three-year-old children who can't even speak a few words, but they can be pulled into the field to pull weeds. At the age of five, they can go to the field to plant rice and sow wheat.
Planting vegetables and catching insects...
If it's bigger, you can hold a hoe.
Farm work is trivial, but it requires a lot of manpower.
They were allocated land and had to pay taxes every year. It would be impossible if they didn't work hard.
Six out of ten households in Luoyang City are orphans, widowed mothers, old people with children, and no young people. This means that they need to spend more time in the fields.
The salesman then laughed and said, "It's a small amount, but it's full of oil and water. The meat used to make your buns is all fat, with just a little bit of lean meat. If you chop it open, you'll get a tiny bit of lean meat."
"Be careful on the road."
The steward sighed, "That's really amazing. In the future, who would have imagined that a scholar would settle accounts with a salesman?"
Zhao Hanzhang also knows this, she also has a headache, and there is currently no better way.
I took a look at the queue behind me and guessed that we hadn't arrived for half an hour, so I rolled up the information, put it away, walked over with my hands behind my back, and asked, "How do you sell the steamed buns?"
Fireworks were steaming outside my house. My mother, daughter-in-law, and two widowed sisters-in-law were leading a group of children to make buns. My mother covered the kneaded dough with a cloth and placed it under the stove.
The steward of the motorcade next door came over with a pancake and said, "Have you ever seen the small gate in the capital open all night for you to wait for your business trip?"
It took me many years to finally say the words: "One hundred and seven articles."
The salesman became depressed and said to the steward repeatedly: "That's enough, that's enough. Thank you, sir, for your patronage."
"Pork stuffing with mustard greens and pork stuffing with cabbage."
The salesman who left came back very slowly, carrying his load, and walked slowly. I recalled that he had finished selling everything, and when he passed us, he smiled at the steward, and then ran out of the city.
But the stewards, the guards, and the guards didn't have any appetites, so they were naturally willing to nibble on dry food when they could. Now the salesman opened a corner of the cloth, and the air-conditioning outside the bamboo basket rushed out, curling up in the afterglow of dusk.
Then the aroma dispersed with the smoke and rushed towards our noses.
The salesman took out the money he earned tonight and gave it to my mother, "Take it, so that you don't drop it. Not many people go out to sell food. You can probably sell it two more times. You can
If you make seven more pots, it will be too little."
The temperature outside is low and the noodles wake up even more slowly. It takes about two quarters of an hour.
The old lady also felt relieved and asked the seventh daughter-in-law to see off the seventh child.
At this time, the sunset was setting, a small fire was lit at the gate of the city, and everyone continued to line up to check out the city.
The old lady's heart skipped a beat, it was over, and we kneaded for a while.
The salesman thought for a while and said, "Just make as much as you can. You can pick and sell them first."
"Don't say it happened from now on, it's a crime just to have a thought." Therefore, no matter what happens in the little general's governance, I will always believe it.
We made those steamed buns by mixing wheat flour and bean flour together. There wasn't much bean flour, but there was less wheat flour.
When he saw me coming back with a bamboo basket, he was stunned and said, "Have you sold it?"
The salesman grinned and said, "They're all sold, Auntie. There aren't many people inside who want to buy. Are there any that haven't been cooked yet? You can pick up another load and go out."
Because we were divided into eight groups, the speed was very slow. However, we brought too few goods and had few things to count, so there were still not many people and convoys stuck inside.
Regarding manpower, she couldn't get them a machine to share the labor.
"Ah? Yes, yes, yes," the salesman quickly smiled and waved his hand, "That's a neighbor's kid. I'm good at reading, especially math."
The salesman showed me the bunch of money.
If it were other soldiers, we would be really afraid. We would not only be afraid of bandits on the road snatching the buns, but we would also be afraid of these soldiers snatching the buns, but Zhao Jiajun knows how to do it.
The steward turned to the guards and said: "Separate, take two buns each. After taking them, quickly return to your position and guard them. If the things are damaged, wait for the boss to take action, so that you will not have bad days."
Knowing that the city gate was closed tonight, the unintelligent people made pancakes, steamed buns, steamed buns, etc. at home. After asking the soldiers guarding the gate and knowing whether we could retreat when we went out, they immediately picked up the things and walked out along the road.
The team went up to sell.
As soon as the salesman left the city, his speed became even slower, and he almost ran all the way home.
Everyone outside the kitchen became energetic and said quickly, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, we just put out two pots, you can put them in for him."
When the steward heard this, he immediately said: "I will give you seventy-four stuffed buns and eighty without stuffing."
The guards happily came forward, divided into groups and then lined up.
Special people like us are very slow to exit the city gate. They use ordinary inspections and ask the soldiers guarding the gate to glance at the empty bamboo basket and remember when they exit.
The steward was very satisfied with this and counted out two pennies for me. Then he gave me a bunch of money and said with a smile: "Let's see if he can count it right?"
Including me, there are only seventy-four people in our family staying outside.
When the old lady heard this, she became sad and said, "There is so little wheat flour outside the house."
The fingers of many years old slowly grasped the copper coins and slid them over, then handed them back to the salesman in a moment, "Enough."
The salesman chuckled, how could I tell? So he turned around and shouted to someone nearby. After a while, he ran over in an hour and a half.
"What filling?"
The salesman wrapped it up for me in a leaf, but still put a meat stuffed bun outside without hesitation.
It was in retrospect that no one called me "Da Liu" again. Before I saluted the steward and the salesman, I immediately turned around and ran to settle accounts for another person.
Who would grind so little wheat flour outside their home?
The salesman bent down and said: "Those with stuffing cost eight cents for two, and those without traps cost two cents each."
When the steward heard this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there less meat?"
The only ones left now are stewards and guards, and our boss left the city early.
I made a circle with my hand and said: "Look, you and the other bitches are the only ones left in the city. So what if the city gate is closed? But the young general actually opened the city all night just so that you and the others can retreat.
We even asked county officials and students from Imperial College to wait all night for you to check."
"You should be worried. The soldiers guarding the gate tonight are very mean. There are no Zhao soldiers patrolling inside. Someone dares to bully you."
Zhao Hanzhang sighed repeatedly, and when walking back from the water mill, he slowed down his horse and wandered towards the capital.
The stomachs of the guys were growling, and the steward who was filling in the entry information at the last bit of light also looked over following the smell.
The salesman said: "Daliu, the steward ordered seventy-four plain steamed buns and eighty stuffed buns."
The salesman happily opened the curtain to bring us buns. Of course, there were things to put them in. Each person stuffed one bun with stuffing and one without stuffing. At the end, there was one bun with stuffing and eight buns without stuffing.
The manager took it himself.
The steward nodded, looked at him curiously for many years, and asked, "Is that his son?"