Later, Wei Zhan asked his uncle to send people to the town to buy many gifts, including children's playing chickens, pottery balls, wooden tops, bamboo dragonflies, etc., and distribute them to the children in the village.
I also bought pens, inks, paper, inkstones, etc. and gave them to Huzi Yuanbao and Erni Yingbao.
Wang Xian prepared another twenty pieces of cloth and gave them to the Jiang family as a thank-you gift for taking care of Wei Zhan.
Old man Jiang declined Bu Nao, so he accepted it.
Early the next morning, the Jiang family sent Wei Zhan to the carriage. Yingbao saw Mrs. Wen and her two daughters walking in a mule cart. There were several baskets of dried golden ears tied behind the mule cart, as if they were begging to accompany Wang Xian and the others.
Leave together.
Good to go!
Ying Bao didn't want to get entangled with the person who was suspected to be the heroine in the book, lest she become a stepping stone for them.
That time, the output of gold ears in the village was extremely low, and Manager Zhou didn't come for some reason, so all the villagers' gold ears were sold to Mrs. Wen San.
It wasn't much. It weighed more than 40 kilograms in total. Mrs. Wen San actually bought it for 10 taels per kilogram, which made the villagers extremely happy.
But because Mrs. Wen had no cash, she issued an IOU of more than 400 taels in the name of the Wen family, and asked Patriarch Chen to bear witness.
Although the villagers were puzzled, Mrs. Wen Si was there to teach and educate people, so they readily accepted it without much hesitation.
The Jiang family's golden ears were not sold, either because the quantity was not large, or because they wanted to wait for Manager Zhou to tell them.
When doing business, you need to be honest. If the supervisor doesn't receive the gold ear when he comes, it won't make people think that Chencun people are not trustworthy.
The golden ears of Jiang Sanlang's family are all in Yingbao's cave, and she will not take them out and sell them to Mrs. Wen's third wife, Lin.
The carriage brought by Wang Xian finally drove away.
Wei Zhan lay on the car window and cried so hard that the Jiang family women couldn't help but wipe away their tears.
"He will be back soon... Wuwuwuwu... Huzi Yuanbao, we don't want to forget him."
Huzi cried loudly and followed the carriage all the way out.
He is the closest to Wei Zhan, because he has always eaten and slept with him, and he has treated him like a biological brother.
When Wei Zhan saw Hu Zi coming, he cried even more fiercely. Wang Xian hugged him tightly, and he even begged to jump off the carriage and never go back.
When the women in the village saw this, they all sighed and watched as the cars gradually drove away.
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It will be the twelfth lunar month in a few months. Mrs. Jiang Liu, her three daughters-in-law, and her granddaughters were walking on the east porch to bask in the sun, muttering to themselves as they sewed clothes:
"It's almost the end of the twelfth lunar month. Hey, my ancestors will be hungry next year. In previous years, there was probably a pig's head and a sheep's head. If not, only two chickens and two fish were offered. Now that the posthumous title is here, all the livestock will be stolen and there will be very few left.
, even the old cow in the village was killed by the damn thieves and eaten for meat, there are many things to offer to the ancestors and gods."
Mrs. Zhou: "If it doesn't work out, I'll have a few chickens. I'll kill one or two as sacrifices when the time comes."
"How can that be done? There are only a few chickens left in total. It's spring and there are so many eggs to hatch chicks. Where can I kill them?"
Mrs. Jiang Liu immediately shook her head in denial.
At that time, the family spent a lot of money, especially Jiang Dalang and Erlang. They built a house and bought monthly necessities. They wanted to make some necessary furniture, and almost all the family money was spent.
Dani and Erni took the initiative to donate the money in their pockets to buy things for their home.
Fortunately, Jiang Sanlang's family recovered a lot of grain, which is enough for the whole family to eat until next summer's harvest, so that they will not go to other counties to buy grain like other villagers.
But now that the wax festival is approaching, it is essential to sacrifice animals to ancestors.
Let alone livestock, you can't even find chickens, ducks and geese. You can't even buy them with money.
"Please don't go fishing. Didn't you catch a lot of fish last year? If you can't finish it, you can make smoked fish and cured fish." Dani gave her grandmother an idea.
Mrs. Jiang Liu's eyes lit up, "That's right, my second uncle and third uncle are the best at fishing. I'll ask them when they come back to see if they are free."
Using big fish as a sacrifice is not an insult to the gods and ancestors. After the sacrifice, you can take it back and smoke it, and you can eat it until the beginning of next spring.
At noon in the morning, when Jiang Sanlang and his eldest and second brothers came back, they heard what my mother said. "Sanlang, the horse is celebrating the twelfth lunar month. Shall we go fishing?"
Jiang Sanlang: "We'll see when the time comes."
When he goes fishing for bait, his little girl prepares it every time. He doesn't know if her daughter has that kind of bait.
"What do you mean we'll see it then? The twelfth lunar month will be next month, so we have to prepare early."
Jiang Liu said: "My father has been nagging him early in the morning. The situation at my uncle's side is not good. His house has been burned down and he has no money in his pocket. Please send some food to his family a while ago."
Everyone has to beg for food.
So my father took over the matter of the sacrifice."
Jiang Sanlang scratched his head and nodded helplessly: "Okay, he will take a look."
When I got home, I took off my muddy outer clothes and put on clean cotton clothes.
"Where are Bao'er and Xiaojie and Xiaowu?" Jiang Sanlang asked casually without seeing his children.
Chun Niang put the dirty clothes aside and served her husband a bowl of porridge.
"I'm writing in the house." Chun Niang walked eastward on the wrong side of the table. "My mother said let's go catch some fish and come back and ask for them as sacrifices. What should I say?"
"Then let's arrest him." It was hard to figure out what to do.
Jiang Sanlang thought about it while drinking porridge.
I remember that my daughter made fishing bait with gold ear crumbs mixed with wheat bran. Could you please make some of it yourself?
I happen to have some high-quality golden ears at home, so I decided to try some that were not in good condition.
Early the next morning, Jiang Sanlang came to his elder brother's house with a basin of mixed bait.
"Brother, let's ask a few people to go fishing together tomorrow. Can I go?"
Jiang Dalang didn't want to go anywhere, he even nodded: "Go!"
"Okay, let's call him second brother."
Jiang Sanlang shouted directly in the yard: "Second brother! Are you going to go fishing?"
Jiang Erlang immediately responded: "Of course! When will I be ready?"
"Now, he goes home to get the net and rope, and we just need to bring two iron forks." Jiang Sanlang returned home after shouting.
When the people in the East Village saw Jiang Sanlang going fishing again, they huffed and followed many people there.
Even many women and children joined in the fun.
The bait that Jiang Sanlang mixed himself was very effective, so he asked him to throw a few handfuls of it in the east. It didn't take long for fish to swim over to look for food.
The villagers screamed and used baskets and bamboo baskets to catch fish, but they also caught a lot.
The three Jiang Sanlang brothers even caught a lot of fish, large and small, and they couldn't even carry enough fish in their baskets.
The movement of people in the East Village by the river attracts people from the West Village and surrounding villages.
When no one was paying attention, the people from the West Village also quietly fished with baskets nearby. Not to mention, they actually caught several fish.
That thing seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest. Many people went home and brought tools.
For a time, the riverside was crowded with people, slowly moving forward with Jiang Sanlang's pace.
By the time the people from the East Village reacted, they could no longer stop other people from joining in.
"We really don't want face! Steal our fish!" People from the East Village couldn't help but curse.
The people in the West Village retorted: "Which one is not ours? That river belongs to everyone. Everyone has a share in the fish in it. If I can fish it, we can't fish it?"
"Then I'll go fish it out somewhere else. Why are you following us?"
"The road faces the sky on each side, and he can go wherever he wants. What does it have to do with me?"
