Ying Bao hugged her mother tightly and rubbed her head against her chest.
Fortunately it was a dream.
Fortunately it's back.
Chun Niang patted her daughter on the back and said softly: "Bao'er, are you hungry? It's already noon. You slept so deeply that I couldn't even wake you up."
Yingbao nodded, "I'm hungry."
"Then go and bring lunch, you go and wash up quickly," Chun Niang said.
"Yeah." Ying Bao turned around and saw her two younger brothers sitting next to her, licking their fingers and narrowing their eyes at her in amusement.
Letting go of my mother-in-law, I ran to my two younger brothers, touched their round little heads, and said with a smile: "Xiaojie, Dawu, will my sister teach you how to read later?"
Xiaojie took his fingers out of his mouth, patted the little sister's face wetly, and let out a cry, as if in response.
Xiao Wu suddenly turned his head, slapped his little brother on the forehead, grabbed his chubby hand and bit it.
"Hey, why did Xiao Wu bite his brother?"
Ying Bao quickly hugged Xiao Wu away.
Xiaojie cried loudly and raised his bitten hand to complain to his mother-in-law.
Chun Niang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She touched Xiaojie's little fleshy hand and blew on it, "Okay, okay, Xiaojie doesn't feel any pain. Xiaowu is just playing around with his brother."
Xiaojie rubbed his eyes and found that he stopped crying and crawled over to sit with his brothers and sisters.
Ying Bao tapped Xiao Wu's forehead and said softly: "You can't bite my brother in the future, you know?"
Xiao Wu blinked and threw himself into his sister's arms. He turned to glare at his brother Xiaojie and quietly kicked him with his little feet, hoping to push him away and away from his sister.
…
Jiang Sanlang lay on the kang for two days, drank medicine on time every day, and ate the steamed eggs made by his little girl. Soon he was bouncing around and even took off the cloth wrapped around his head.
Now is the busy farming season. The wheat in the dry fields needs to be harvested, the seedlings in the paddy fields need to be transplanted, and the land over the Nanshan Mountains needs to be sown with millet.
At this time of year, even the donkeys of the Muramasa family are paralyzed from exhaustion.
Yingbao has also been busy recently, taking care of her younger brother so that her parents can work in the fields with peace of mind.
In addition to taking care of her younger brother, she also had to find time to cook for her parents and steam a bowl of custard for her younger brother to supplement his nutrition.
Things in the cave can only be done at night.
All the seeds bought from the seller have been planted in the cave and are just waiting to sprout.
Fanbang seeds received special care from her and were planted alone in the black soil by the pool.
And those thirty golden ears seemed to have really mutated. Not only did they not collapse, but they grew bigger and bigger. They were crystal clear, golden in color, and very beautiful.
As for the three piles of grain harvested before, they still had not all been threshed. Yingbao decided to wait for his own wheat to be transported to the threshing floor, and then secretly let the Dongfu wheat out, piled it with the family wheat, and threshed it together.
Yuanbao's school also had a farm holiday.
He and Huzi often come here to play with their little cousin. Occasionally, they get approval from the little cousin, and they can ride on Youyou and run around the village, attracting countless envious and jealous eyes.
Xiaojie and Xiaowu were extremely excited when they saw Youyou, and kept crawling forward.
Yingbao then found two small backpacks, tied them with ropes, and placed a load on each side on Youyou's back. She also fixed the backpacks and the leather saddle together so that they would not go astray.
Then she put the two younger brothers each into a backpack and let her lead them around.
Xiaojie and Xiaowu were so happy that they grabbed the edge of the backpack and looked out, giggling non-stop.
Huzi looked at it with greed, and kept pulling at Yingbao, wanting him to sit in the carrier.
Helpless, Yingbao had no choice but to put the two younger brothers in a backpack and let Huzi stay on the other side.
Then a strange scene appeared in the village. A girl over two years old was holding a big deer, with two baskets hanging on both sides of the deer's body. There were three boy dolls sitting in the baskets, one of which was obviously bigger than the girl.
Dalu was surrounded by several children, staring enviously at Huzi and Xiaojie and Xiaowu.
The master shook his head and sighed when he saw it.
The world is declining, Yin is rising and Yang is declining.
What's wrong with the children in the village? Why do they always hang around a little girl?
A few days passed by.
The wheat harvest in the village has basically been completed, and some have been threshed, leaving only the grains left to dry.
In the past few days, Li Zheng has brought people over to check it over and announced that this year's taxes will be increased by 10%.
The villagers complained, but there was nothing they could do.
As a result, many villagers rushed to dry wheat, hoping to transport the grain out and sell it as soon as possible in exchange for more money.
Because the imperial court now implements the two-tax law, it collects taxes based on the number of acres of land, and converts tax grains into money for collection.
Therefore, people must sell their grain first before they have money to pay taxes.
This will lead to the rapid saturation of the grain market after the summer harvest, and grain prices will be significantly reduced by wealthy merchants.
Therefore, people must sell their grain before the price drops to minimize losses.
Jiang Sanlang's wheat has also been harvested and is being dried on the threshing floor, ready to be sun-dried for a day or two before being threshed.
But he was not in a hurry. Anyway, he had money to pay taxes, and he had no intention of selling the grain he collected this time.
Didn't Sanshu Chen say that the price of grain will definitely rise this winter, so not only did he not sell grain, he also wanted to buy some from other villagers and store it there.
Of course I won’t buy too much, just enough to make my family rich enough to last a year.
While drying the wheat, I suddenly saw Chen Ergou and his wife from Xichen Village running over. They knelt down to Jiang Sanlang, howling and begging:
"Sanlang, please, please go to the county seat and intercede with my donkey, woo woo woo woo..."
Jiang Sanlang was startled, and quickly stepped back to avoid it, saying in a cold voice: "Maybe you are asking for help in the wrong place."
Chen Ergou walked forward on his knees, his nose dripping with tears and he said:
"Sanlang, it's all my donkey's fault. I shouldn't have listened to that damn Chen Sansheng's advice. But nothing's wrong with you. Can you go to the county magistrate and tell me to let my donkey go? Wuwuwuwu...
I beg you…"
Jiang Sanlang was speechless and said angrily: "What do you think is wrong with me?"
He lowered his head and pointed at the large bald scar on the top of his head: "Are you blind? Who caused such a large scar here?"
Chun Niang also said angrily: "My husband was almost killed by your Chen Lu'er family, and you actually said it was nothing?"
Chen Ergou's little eyes flashed and he thought to himself, "Aren't you alive and kicking now?"
He blew his nose and cried: "Then...then can you lend me some money, so that I...I can redeem my son."
Although his son had committed a crime, he was not yet eighteen years old. The county magistrate said that as long as his family provided fifty taels of silver, his son could be redeemed.
If the ransom cannot be paid, Chen Luer will have no choice but to remain in the county jail.
But he didn't have fifty taels of silver, and his family couldn't even afford one hundred penny.
In the past few days, he had borrowed money from all over the village, but no one was willing to lend money.
When many people saw him coming, they quickly closed their doors and refused to pay any attention to him.
Later, it was Chen Laoshuan who told him that Dongcun Jiang Sanlang was already well and alive and kicking, but he didn't look like he had been seriously injured.
Moreover, Jiang Sanlang received fifteen taels of compensation that day. Fifteen taels were all the hard-earned money of the people of West Village.
Chen Laoshuan also gave him some advice, saying that Jiang Sanlang's family doesn't grow gold, and the leaks in his hand stitches are enough for fifty taels. Go cry and beg. Old Jiang wants to lose face most, and he can't keep it.
I borrowed it for sure.
Jiang Sanlang almost laughed angrily at this guy, "Why do you have the guts to come to me to borrow money? Who gave you the face?"
