She truly lived a peaceful and peaceful life at Qiao's house.
During the day, she would do needlework with her grandmother and two younger sisters. While her grandmother was making a large dowry embroidery for Mingyu, she would give them some instructions.
Or when she got up early in the morning, she would walk around her land with her mother Qiao. Then she would take her mother Qiao for a walk on the hilltop where she bought it.
Both Wan'er and Yunluan especially like to pick eggs on the low slope. Every day when Mother Qiao sets off, the two children will follow her behind.
Mother Qiao also likes to take them with her.
Perhaps it was because the children she gave birth to were not raised by her side when they were young. Although they were close to her, they were not clingy to her. Now that Wan'er is so clingy to her, Mother Qiao feels extremely satisfied.
Even if Wan'er wants to reach for the stars in the sky, if there is a ladder to reach the sky, she will climb up.
Qiao Mingjin also went to that mountain bag twice with Qiao's mother. After Qiao Mingjin's planning, it has become quite beautiful.
On the hillside, except for some half-sized trees, she found someone to dig up the rest of the shrubs and fill in the holes.
The large rocks on the mountain were sold to Yun Ni's family.
Her uncle was helping people polish and carve stones in the quarry. Some people needed these strange-shaped stones for their homes. All the small stones were taken away by the stone quarry, and they were not worth much.
After some tidying up, the hilltop no longer looks like a pile of rocks.
Several areas were carved out according to the mountains, and fruit trees, bamboos, and some drought-tolerant crops were planted. The rest were enclosed to raise chickens.
Now, because Zhou Yanqing helped sell the eggs, Mother Qiao discussed with the Yun family and raised two to three hundred more chicken babies.
Fortunately, the chicken coops are not stocked together and are separated into several areas. The chicken coops are also maintained diligently, cleaning them twice a day in the morning and evening, and the water is extremely clean.
Although I raise thousands of chickens, fortunately, there are no symptoms of concentrated disease until now.
Now the two of them are quite famous for raising chickens.
Everyone knows that they raise a large number of chickens on this hilltop and collect hundreds of eggs every day. The tea shop, restaurant, and pastry shop are either used by wealthy families who have weddings, or by nearby farmers who have weddings or weddings.
People who are having banquets also come to buy live chickens and eggs.
It would make Mother Qiao and the two uncles from the Yun family no longer have to worry about sales.
However, I heard that many people are imitating them and buying chickens from nearby hills. Even in neighboring villages, there are also people imitating them and raising chickens in large quantities at home.
Because their sales are quite stable, they are not worried about sales for the moment. However, the price of live chickens has dropped a bit due to the increase in quantity.
Qiao Mingjin listened to Mother Qiao's explanation while picking up eggs.
"Mom, it's okay. If others want to raise it, let them raise it. It also saves others from staring at our family and getting red eyes. Although the price is low, fortunately it's not much different. We take advantage of the large quantity.
, others are still willing to come to our house. The price of eggs has not changed now, so we will keep chickens to lay eggs. When the price of chickens gets lower, we will not sell them, but kill the chickens to make dried meat and bacon.
When the time comes, it will cost a lot to sell it to distant places. Anyway, my cousin often goes to neighboring counties, and I asked him to take it with me and sell it. The price will be high but not low."
Mother Qiao is worried.
Which family in Yunjia Village doesn't raise chickens now? And they raise a lot of chickens. People who can't afford the hilltops buy wasteland nearby at a low price and raise chickens in pens.
The price of buying that wasteland was extremely low, because it didn't cost much to open up wasteland to grow grain. It was also exempt from taxes for three years. So more and more people took a fancy to the wasteland.
They are not stupid. They just watch others getting rich and do nothing.
Mother Qiao was originally worried. It was hard for her family to have a stable income.
Now after hearing what my daughter said, my eyes lit up.
"Then when everyone will start selling jerky-style chicken?"
Qiao Mingjin laughed and comforted: "Mom, we can't stop others from doing anything. Besides, we have the upper hand, and not everyone's chicken and bacon are delicious."
Thinking about it, Mother Qiao thinks so. Making dried meat-style chicken is not like raising chickens. You don’t need to learn how to do it. I guess it’s still unclear whether you can make it or whether it will be delicious.
Seeing the confident look on my daughter's face, I felt relieved.
Qiao Mingjin looked at the basket full of eggs in the basket at her hand, and then at Zheng Huan's daughter and Xiao Yunluan, who were squatting in front of her, sticking their buttocks out, and picking them up, with smiles on their faces.
As soon as the cousins arrived at the top of the mountain, they ran wild and burrowed everywhere. No matter how hidden the chicken laid its eggs, they could still find them.
It's called careful picking.
When she saw a nest of eggs, she screamed with joy, causing all the chickens on the mountain to fly away.
Fortunately, in order to prevent the chickens from flying around and escaping to other places, Mother Qiao and the two uncles from the Yun family not only blocked them with thorns, but also cut off the feathers on the chickens' wings with the two aunts from the Yun family.
Without its wings and feathers, the chicken could only flutter up and jump twice, but it couldn't fly out.
Qiao Mingjin lived a very relaxed and happy life at Qiao's house.
Occasionally I go out with Mother Qiao to pick up eggs and feed the chickens. Or I occasionally go to my grandmother and two uncles to sit there. Sometimes I go to Sister Xiu’s natal home to have a look and chat with the two old people. One day
It's over.
Or when Father Qiao gets off school, he and Father Qiao lie in the courtyard, chatting. It’s also very comfortable and leisurely.
When having dinner, I occasionally invite people from my uncle's family to eat with me, or I am invited by my uncle's family to eat with me.
In the evening, I'll talk to Lan again and listen to her chatter a few words.
The days were wonderful.
In this way, another seven or eight days passed.
The weather was getting colder, so Qiao Mingjin and Lan discussed making two pairs of autumn clothes for Mingjue and Mingheng. Taking advantage of the nice weather, they also prepared all the winter clothes for the family earlier.
In case the cold weather makes your hands and feet useless in winter. Fabrics and cotton there are also very expensive in winter.
It just so happened that Qiao Mingjin also brought back a lot of fabric this time, so Lan took Qiao Mingjin's three brothers and sisters to start tailoring clothes for the family.
At noon, the family heard a carriage coming from far away.
Qiao's house is not like Qiao Mingjin's yard. It is just a low wall connected to a fence, so the rumble of the carriage can be heard very clearly.
It happened that Wan'er and Yun Luan were also at home.
The two turned their heads and glanced at each other, then ran towards the door happily.
"It's my father who's back!"
"No, it's my dad!"
The two children grabbed each other's clothes and staggered out the door. Everyone wanted to be the first.
Qiao Mingjin couldn't help laughing when she saw him.
It's just that Qiao Mingjin knows that it won't be Yue Zhongyao. He is probably still halfway there. But Yun Jin is more likely.
So he didn't care and went to cut the cloth in his hand.
"Ms. Jin, these fabrics are so good. Let's keep them for Ming Yu's dowry. Just use some ordinary materials to make clothes for Ming Jue and Ming Heng."
Mingyu blushed after hearing this and said: "Grandma, I already have a lot of fabrics that my sister has given me. And it won't be until next year...what? My brother and younger brother are in the academy in the city now. They can't wear too much."
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Qiao Mingjin glanced at Mingyu, who was blushing, and said to Lan with a smile: "Yes, grandma, we still have time to prepare Mingyu's things. It will get cold soon, so stay close to Mingjue and Mingheng first.
There are two of them, we can't let them be too poorly dressed in the city. By the way, we have to prepare a set for my brother-in-law."
"sister……"
Qiao Mingjin and Lan both laughed when they saw Mingyu looking shy.
Mingqi was also joking from the sidelines. Father Qiao looked at them with a smile.
"Who are you looking for?" Xiao Yunluan's milky voice sounded.
Qiao Mingjin was stunned after hearing this.
Then I heard Wan'er ask: "Where are you from? Who are you looking for?"
Father Qiao straightened up when he heard this. It seemed that this person was not his son-in-law or the eldest son of his uncle's family.
"Is your surname Qiao?" a man's voice asked.
Qiao Mingjin seemed to be able to see her daughter and Xiao Yunluan shaking their heads.
Outside the hospital, the two men were stunned when they saw the two children shaking their heads.
Isn’t this Yunjia Village? Didn’t the old man at the entrance of the village just now point here?
Doesn't the person they are looking for live here?
The two of them looked at each other and were about to decide whether to inquire elsewhere.
They heard footsteps in the courtyard. The two of them paused for a moment, just in time to ask someone inside.
Father Qiao walked to the door. The two children saw him and hurried back to Father Qiao.
The two of them felt that Father Qiao looked familiar and stared at him.
Father Qiao was also stunned when he saw the middle-aged man.
"Are you Master Jingkun?"
Father Qiao's ears buzzed twice.
How many years has it been since he heard someone call his name?
"You are..." Father Qiao seemed a little dazed.
As soon as the middle-aged man heard Father Qiao's words, he knew he had found someone.
He took two steps forward, took Father Qiao's hand and said excitedly: "Young Master, I am Si Mo! Si Mo has been serving you since childhood! Master, do you still remember when you were little? When you were a child, Master wanted to study.
The little one is waiting on the ink grinder in the study... Young Master, the little one is waiting on the ink grinder..."
The middle-aged man named Si Mo took Father Qiao's hand and it fell down with a plop. Tears and snot flowed from his nose.
When the young man next to him saw this, he also took two wrong steps and knelt down.
The middle-aged man held Father Qiao's hand and wouldn't let go.
The young master's hands are full of calluses and the backs of them are very rough...
The material he was wearing was just ordinary material. Not as good as the material he was wearing...
The boy didn't have any accessories on his body, not even a sachet...
His young master has suffered so much these years.
A middle-aged man named Si Mo leaned in front of Father Qiao, sobbing very sadly.
It's all his fault. He was sleeping so deeply that he didn't even know that the young master had left with his wife. He didn't realize that the young master was missing until he slept until the middle of the next day...
Lan was helped out of the courtyard by Qiao Mingjin and others. When she saw the middle-aged man trembling with tears at Father Qiao's feet, her heart was full of emotions.
"It's Si Mo. How did you find it here?"
The middle-aged man named Si Mo straightened up and looked towards Lan's side with blurred eyes.
When he saw the person clearly, he cried loudly. He quickly took two steps and fell in front of Lan, unable to say a word... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome.
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