Mrs. Jiang Liu knew that her son and daughter-in-law had not seen each other for a long time, and they must have something private to say, so she took Yingbao out and winked at her wife before leaving.
Old Man Jiang understood and went back with his legs on his back.
Tomorrow morning the eldest son will drive the clan elders to the county town, so he will not be at home.
The eldest daughter-in-law Zhou and her eldest granddaughter also went to work in the fields, leaving him and his wife alone at home.
When Ying Bao walked into her uncle's yard, she saw that there were piles of thorn balls all over the yard, and there were a lot of chestnut shells with peeled chestnuts piled up in the corner of the yard.
"Grandpa, have all the chestnuts been bought?" she asked.
Old Man Jiang kicked open the chestnut shells to prevent the thorn balls from poking his little granddaughter. "No, my second brother asked us to use a little bit to hit a little bit. If we hit all the chestnut shells, they will become moldy."
Yingbao looked around and found that there were several large bamboo plaques in the yard, and the bamboo plaques contained purple chestnuts.
Mrs. Jiang Liu said: "When we peel the chestnuts, give them to my eldest aunt to make chestnut cakes. When my second brother comes back in a few days, he will take them to the shop to sell."
Yingbao nodded, picked up a purple chestnut, bit open the chestnut shell, picked out the fur with her leg nails, and ate it with a crunch.
The chestnuts are very sweet and large, much larger than the roasted chestnuts sold by the vendors in Wa City, the county seat.
When Mrs. Jiang Liu saw her granddaughter chewing raw chestnuts, she moved her legs and peeled two, stuffed them into her legs, and warned: "Don't eat too many raw chestnuts, as it will make your stomach bloated."
"Yeah." Ying Bao nodded obediently.
"Yingbao, tell me about the capital city."
Old Man Jiang was walking on the bench made of old tree roots, peeling thorn balls and asked: "What does the palace where the emperor lives look like?"
"In the capital, there are many people and cars, and there are more businesses."
Yingbao couldn't describe the prosperity of the capital, so he showed off his storytelling skills and said: "The place where the emperor lives is like a fairy palace. The tiles are golden. When the moonlight shines, it is dazzling. Oh, that's wrong, he is very beautiful."
I brought lychees back from the capital."
Ying Bao dug out her bag and took out a bunch of purple-skinned lychees and handed them to her grandparents.
The lychees in that season should have been out of the market long ago, but the ones she put in the cave were not bad at all, and they were tender and tender.
"Oh!" Mrs. Jiang Liu took the lychee from her granddaughter and exclaimed: "Then it's a lychee. This is my first time seeing it."
Old man Jiang has seen it, but only that he has seen it and has never eaten it.
The old couple each peeled off a lychee and stuffed it into their mouths, exclaiming: "It's so sweet!"
Mrs. Jiang Liu went to peel another one and gave it to her granddaughter, and watched her finish it with a smile.
After chatting with her grandparents for a while, Yingbao said goodbye and went home.
At this time, Jiang Sanlang and his wife were walking in the main room. When he saw his daughter coming back, he went to beckon: "Bao'er, come here."
Ying Bao walked over and took a closer look at her father. She saw that he was unshaven, had a haggard face, and was much older than two months ago.
Jiang Sanlang asked his daughter to sit on the chair next to her and said: "The mushrooms I planted before have been harvested and dried. Ye Yi has twenty-eight jins of gold fungus and twenty-seven jins of snow fungus. He made a note of it and let her
The second spring was transported to the county store."
He took out an account book and handed it to his daughter: "I will keep that one. My brother Ming will settle the accounts, and my cousin also has a copy. Wrong, the specialty shop is doing good business, and Erni has been called to help."
Yingbao took the account book and flipped through it, and saw that it not only recorded the number of golden fungus and snow fungus, but also the quantities of preserved fruits, grapes, bananas, and pears.
Even how many gourds are pulled are recorded in the account book.
The account book not only contained the quantity, but also the price, which was signed by the second cousin and counted as the purchase price.
It seems that the shop is really on the right track with the support of the first cousin and the second cousin.
Jiang Sanlang added: "My second cousin brought some cotton cloth weaved at home, and the supply is in short supply in the shop. From now on, our cotton can be sold in the shop."
Of course, the textile workshop at home must also be opened, because weaving cotton is more profitable than simply selling cotton.
Ying Bao closed the ledger and asked: "Should our cotton be harvested?"
Jiang Sanlang nodded: "I'll take it tomorrow. He has hired people and they will come tomorrow.
Oh, that’s right, the backyard of my shop has already been tidied up, and more than 30 bricklayers have been hired to build the house. It is estimated that it will be completed before the year."
Jiang Sanlang took out a drawing and unfolded it: "He asked them to build five main houses, a kitchen, and a stable. After the houses over there are built, we will clean up the barren hills over there."
In the past six months, Jiang Sanlang bought a large piece of wasteland on the east side of Nanpo, but he never had time to clean it up.
When autumn was over, he asked to hire some people to open up the wasteland. When spring came next year, the barren hills were planted with peppers and various fruit tree saplings. After that, he would have to dig two ponds.
As there are more and more residents on the southern slope, water supply has become a constant problem.
In the past, when they lived by the river, they didn't think it was very convenient to go directly to the river to do laundry and vegetables.
But now that I live on the south slope, not only is drinking water a problem, but washing and washing is also inconvenient, not to mention that every household has to fetch water to water crops and garden every month.
Therefore, we must organize human legs to dig more ponds.
Ying Bao stretched out her head to read the drawings and was very satisfied. Suddenly she remembered the fruit saplings in the cave.
"Dad, when spring comes next year, he hopes to plant lychee trees in the mountains. He also hopes to plant satsuma mandarin oranges and longans."
Jiang Sanlang smiled: "Okay, then our villagers will also have lychees and mandarins to eat."
But what is the longan my daughter is talking about?
But no matter what, it’s still a good thing.
The villagers in Ruming Village all opened their eyes like bells, staring at the Jiang family, begging to find out what Jiang Sanlang was planting, and they would definitely follow suit.
Take the Jiang family's grapes, for example. Now every household in the village cuts off the branches and makes cuttings, and some use Pingchang seeds to grow their own seedlings.
Not to mention, the grape cuttings are all alive, so I don’t know whether Pingmeng seeds can produce Pingmeng saplings.
Then, Yingbao told her father about Li Xu's mother and son.
"He owes him medical money, so it's a big debt to come here to teach."
Ying Bao said proudly: "Li Xu agreed to teach here for three years. After three years, he will go back to take the scientific examination. At that time, he will pay him the traveling expenses."
I asked Li Xu and his mother to get well soon, and gave them several bottles of potion one after another.
Li Xu's health is much better now, and his mother An's vision has also recovered a lot, but in the morning, her eyesight is a little blurry.
"Is he really a scholar?" Jiang Sanlang asked.
Ying Bao: "No, he was selected as a scholar at the age of seventeen, and he doesn't have any doubts about his future."
Jiang Sanlang chuckled, "That's great! We must entertain his mother and son well, and it's best if he never wants to go back."
Wouldn't it be a great honor to have a scholar in your village school as your teacher?
It is estimated that their village will become more famous before long.
Although there is a private school in the town run by an old scholar, he is too old and has limited energy to teach many students.
Moreover, that person is quite conceited and arrogant and cannot accept other people's opinions, so there are not many students who study well under his legs.
But Li Xu was different. He was only twenty years old. He was in his prime, and he had novel learning methods and exam experience.
Even if he teaches for three years, it is enough for the children in the village.
