In the evening, Jiang Sanlang returned home and handed the eight hundred coins to his wife, "This is for selling deer points."
Chun Niang took the money bag, poured out a pile of copper coins, and was surprised: "So many?"
Jiang Sanlang smiled proudly and took out a few more strings of money from his arms, "There are still more than seventy cents here, so I'll leave them here. I'll go to town tomorrow to buy a few more old hens for you to eat during your confinement period."
Chun Niang was shy, turned around, locked the heavy copper coins into the box, and whispered: "It's still early, what's the rush?"
"It's getting late, the doctor said we need to prepare early."
Not only food, but also bedding, blankets, diapers, etc. Everything must be prepared.
Not only can’t be less, but double portion is required, ugh.
Jiang Sanlang turned his head without seeing his daughter and asked, "Where is Ying Bao?"
"I went to my elder brother's place. He said he wanted to learn how to read from Yuan Bao."
"Hey! Our daughter is very capable." Jiang Sanlang said with a smile: "How old is she, and she is so easy to learn?"
Chun Niang looked at him angrily, "Yingbao learned several characters a few days ago, and even wrote them on tree branches for me to read. They are quite decent, and they are more decent than Yuanbao's writings."
"Really?" Jiang Sanlang pretended not to believe it, "I will take the test when she comes back."
The couple chatted for a while. Seeing that it was late, Jiang Sanlang got up and went to his eldest brother's house to pick up his daughter.
At this moment, Yingbao is watching Yuanbao recite the Three Character Sutra. The little deer is lying at his feet, sleeping peacefully.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Jiang, who was washing pots and dishes, felt strange:
What's wrong with my youngest son today? He's so diligent.
When she came back from school, she would write big characters, and after finishing writing, she would read again. She continued reading for half an hour without taking a break. If it weren't for dinner time interspersed in the middle, she would be worried that her son's voice would be broken.
Uncle Jiang and Old Man Jiang were quite pleased.
The youngest son (grandson) finally knows how to make progress.
Their family might have a baby boy in the future.
In Uncle Jiang's eyes, Tong Sheng was already a great person. In the future, he could not only work as a teacher in the village, but also work as a shopkeeper in the county town, or even work as a bookkeeper in charge of people's accounts.
Chen Changrong, the eldest son of Chen Laoshuan's family in Xichen Village, just managed the accounts of a wealthy family and earned a net income of twenty to thirty taels a year. Although his family also farmed and received taxes, with this huge income, in those days,
Not to mention how comfortable it is.
When the time comes, Yuanbao will also go to work for people and make money while sitting in the house, without having to hoe or plow the fields, and no longer be exposed to the sun or rain.
Tsk tsk, that kind of life is the most perfect.
You can't blame Uncle Jiang for thinking this way. In fact, every farmer who works in the fields has a dream of a county town.
Old Man Jiang was different from his eldest son. He didn't think so long term. He simply felt that his grandson had changed his procrastination and started to be diligent and motivated.
This is a good thing.
"Better than his third uncle when he was a child." Old Man Jiang gave a fair evaluation, "Although the third uncle has a bright mind, he doesn't need to study."
Ms. Jiang Liu rolled her eyes at her wife and said, "You can praise me if you want. Why do you praise someone and step on someone else?"
Old Man Jiang coughed and turned his head away.
In the side room, Yuan Bao finally memorized the entire Three-Character Sutra and turned to look at his little cousin, "I've finished memorizing it."
Yingbao immediately clapped her little hands and praised: "Brother Yuanbao is so awesome! I will go to school with you tomorrow morning, and Xiaolu will be held by you."
Yuan Bao pursed his lips and smiled, nodding vigorously, "Okay!"
Jiang Sanlang entered the room at this time and waved to his daughter, "Yingbao, go home quickly."
Ying Bao responded, picked up the fawn, and walked out with her father.
Uncle Jiang stood at the door, his black face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and said to his niece: "Ying Bao'er, I will come to my uncle's house tomorrow to listen to Yuan Bao's reading."
"Yeah." Ying Bao agreed ten thousand times.
Because she will soon be able to write openly and in capital letters.
Although she learned to read in her previous life, she was not good at writing, which was a major shortcoming in her life.
So she must study hard with Yuan Bao and practice beautiful calligraphy.
When her younger brothers grew up, she taught them how to write and memorize early, so that they could take the official exams and not be bullied by others.
…
The sun and the moon alternated like a white horse passing by, and more than two months passed in a flash.
The weather is getting colder, the leaves are starting to fall, and the Winter Clothes Festival is approaching.
The apple seedlings planted by Yingbao have grown to eight feet tall, with strong stems and strong branches, becoming a veritable small fruit tree.
Jiang Sanlang and his wife were both amazed and amazed that the saplings grew so fast, even faster than Paulownia paulownia.
The fawn at home has also grown up a lot, and was named Yoyou. He is strong and docile, and always follows Yingbao everywhere, as if he regards her as a companion.
After the autumn harvest, Jiang Sanlang bought two old hens and a rooster. Including the original two, the family now has five chickens.
Under Yingbao's careful feeding, the last two old hens also began to lay eggs. Each chicken laid one egg every day, and they were all double yolks.
Jiang Sanlang and his wife were shocked.
But they didn't say anything, not even to the main house.
"Sanlang, do you think it's strange?" Chun Niang sat on the edge of the kang, sewing the baby's bellyband, and chatting with her husband.
"The hens you bought back are all old hens that don't lay eggs, but Yingbao starts to lay eggs as soon as she feeds them. She always lays double yolk eggs every time."
"That's because Yingbao often digs earthworms for it to eat." Jiang Sanlang sat on the bench and wiped the arrows one by one.
When it snows this winter, he will go to Nanshan to hunt rabbits and beat his family's teeth as a sacrifice.
If you are lucky enough to hunt a few, you can even take them to the market to exchange for some pork and mutton.
"But why don't other people's chickens lay double-yolk eggs?"
Chun Niang just thought it was amazing, "Eldest Brother's chickens are also fed with earthworms. Didn't Dani dig them with Yingbao every day? It's getting cold now. I heard Dani say that she has five hens and three
A genius picks up two eggs."
Jiang Sanlang was speechless.
But he couldn't admit that his daughter had magical powers.
Smiling at his wife, he teased: "Are you saying that you are like an old hen and will lay double yolk eggs?"
Chun Niang's face darkened, she spat at her husband and kicked him lightly, "What are you talking about?"
Jiang Sanlang chuckled, stretched out his hand to touch her huge belly, "Come and take a look at our little Shuanghuang, your mother is bullying your father."
"It's not formal." Chun Niang curled her lips and ignored her husband.
Jiang Sanlang stared at his wife seriously and sighed: "Chun Niang, how do I see you are getting more and more beautiful?"
Chun Niang blushed and turned to the side, "They are all yellow-faced women, what's so good about them."
Jiang Sanlang clicked his tongue twice, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, stretched out his hand to hold his wife over, and pointed: "She is really good-looking, her skin is fair, and she is almost as good as Yingbao. I used to have freckles here and there, but they are gone now."
"Really?" Chun Niang touched her face and couldn't believe it.
What woman can't care about her appearance?
"Yeah." Jiang Sanlang nodded, "I thought you didn't go out much, so your skin turned white, but yesterday I saw my second sister-in-law standing next to you, and she looked like black coal against the background."
Sister-in-law Jiang gave birth the year before last and took care of the baby at home without going out to the field for almost a year or two. Her skin color was usually similar to that of his wife, so it is reasonable to expect that the difference will not be much different now.
But the comparison between the two yesterday gave Jiang Sanlang a strong visual impact.
My wife is so beautiful, she is more supple than when she was young, and her complexion and skin are not like those of a country woman at all.
"That's nonsense, be careful if the second sister-in-law hears her scolding you." Chun Niang glared at her husband, but she was happy in her heart.
I don’t have a bronze mirror at home, and the only bronze mirror I had as a bride was sold a few years ago and replaced with bowls of soup and medicine poured into my stomach. Now that I think about it, I’m really dizzy.
Usually when she combs her hair, she only curls it up in front of the basin. Plus, she is pregnant and doesn't go out much, so she doesn't dress up much.
After receiving such a compliment from my husband today, I felt a little hopeful.
"I'll go to the market tomorrow and go to town to buy you a bronze mirror."
Jiang Sanlang also realized his negligence. He hugged his wife apologetically and said, "Buy a few more flowers for your hair. You and your daughter will wear them. You will look happy."
Nowadays, all the flowers have withered, and women’s heads are smooth.
He remembered that women in the county all wore silk flowers, which looked exactly like real flowers and were bright and eye-catching.
Chun Niang pursed her lips and smiled. "Buy some more cloth for Ying Bao, and while I'm free now, I'll make her a new cotton coat."
Since arriving at their home, the daughter has mostly been wearing Dani and Erni's old clothes.
Although she embroidered and altered the old clothes, trying to make them look similar to the new ones, or even better, they were still old clothes.
So Chun Niang always feels that she owes her little girl.
"Yes." Jiang Sanlang agreed, "It's really time to make new clothes for Yingbao."
