Lu Zilin watched the old scholar calmly grinding ink, and he couldn't help but feel excited. As long as he could buy the two acres of water land from the Bai family, it would be worth using ten acres of hillside land as exchange conditions. Rivers and rivers
The land has two seasons a year. After harvesting wheat, you can grow grain, and after harvesting grain, you can grow wheat. It is even better land for growing cotton. It is difficult to guarantee a harvest of summer grain in the dry land on the original slope. Besides, the river is flat, so it saves effort and trouble to transport manure and harvest.
A truckload of manure was delivered to the field. His family has nearly twenty acres of watered land in the river, all of which were bought piecemeal, one and a half acres, and distributed in every corner of the river. The largest piece is only two and a half acres,
I built a well to ensure both planting and harvesting for two seasons. The rest are small plots of eighty-eight acres. It is impossible to pay for drilling a well. Without drilling a well, there will be little harvest due to drought. The two acres of watered land in Jiaxuan are exactly the same as the piece of land owned by my family.
One-third acres of land are adjacent to each other, and together they form a whole block of three-acres and three-quarters of an acre. It is also the first large piece of land in the entire river. You can start digging wells during the spring slack season. If there is a drought after the wheat harvest,
, he could hitch a mule cart to water the ground and start sowing without losing any time. He squinted his eyes and pretended to watch the old scholar writing, and in his mind, a wooden water cart pulled by a mule was creaking and singing.
Bai Jiaxuan pressed his hands into fists on the table. He avoided looking at the brush in the old scholar's hand. He frowned and looked at the Chinese medicine cabinet densely marked with the names of the medicines. He seemed to be in a very sad mood. In fact, he was also feeling sad in his heart.
Amidst the rolling waves, the Feng Shui treasure land containing the White Deer Spirit already belonged to him. It only took a moment for the old scholar to finish writing before he could sign. No one else in the world knew the secret of this land sale.
After the old scholar wrote the contract, Mr. Leng took it and read it over first, and then gave it to the owners of both the buyer and the seller to read it over. Mr. Leng handed the pen to Jiaxuan, and Jiaxuan paused for a moment while holding the brush, as if he was cruel.
Then he wrote his name. Lu Zilin took the pen and scratched it easily for a while. Mr. Leng finally wrote his name under the middle box, and the old scholar signed it at the end. Mr. Leng took the ink pad box and
The four people dipped their index fingers into red ink pad one after another, and then pressed it on the contract together. There were two copies, one for the buyer and one for the seller. Mr. Leng poured wine into each person's cup and drank together.
Bai Jiaxuan told his mother about the matter at breakfast the next day after the land sale or land exchange transaction was completed. Before Jiaxuan could finish speaking, Mrs. Bai Zhao raised his hand and slapped him across the face, with a heavy pure hand on his wrist.
The silver bracelet nicked Jiaxuan's gums, and his mouth immediately started to bleed, making him unable to tell the difference. Lu San threw down his chopsticks, scooped up a ladle of cold water, and asked Jiaxuan to rinse his mouth and brush his teeth. When Bai Zhao came to Mr. Leng's Chinese medicine shop, she walked in.
As soon as he uttered the words "that land...", he fell to the ground and fell unconscious. Mr. Leng let go of his hand that was feeling the pulse of a peasant woman, took out a thin needle from his wallet, and inserted it into the Bai Zhao acupoint.
, Ms. Bai Zhao cried out loudly. Mr. Leng then learned that Jiaxuan had not discussed it with his mother at all, but the deal was already done and the wall had been knocked down. He could only comfort Mr. Bai Zhao that the young man was just starting out and had simple thoughts.
You should be forgiven. As you grow older and experience more things in the world, you will be more considerate and meticulous in handling things. What worries Bai Zhao is not whether the two acres of waterland can be sold, but that her son dares to make such a big deal without telling her.
Of course, he didn't treat her as a human being at all. Thinking that the old man Bingde's son treated her as a human being just a few years after his death, Mrs. Bai Zhao was almost furious. Gossips in Bailu Village suddenly started, saying that Bai Jiaxuan was eager to marry his mother-in-law.
They sold Tianzihao Shuidi, but they didn't dare to explain it to my mother. They were so single that they couldn't bear it anymore. The Lu family father and son were thankful in their hearts. The two of them were so troubled that the whole Bailuyuan people knew that the Bai family had done it.
It would be better if Tianzihao Shuidi was sold to the Lu family. Bai Jiaxuan stroked his swollen cheeks and was not angry with me. Except for his brother-in-law Mr. Zhu, the secret of the White Deer Elf will not be extended to anyone, including of course
His mother beat him until his teeth were bleeding and his cheeks were swollen. It was actually beneficial for the mother to make trouble with Mr. Leng at home or even at the Bailu Town Chinese Medicine Shop. The Lu family would believe him more and not suspect whether there was a scam.
According to the agreement drawn up by the two parties in the contract, the wheat was harvested and left to the ground. The summer grain of that year was harvested by the old owner. This was considered the last harvest for everyone on their original land. The autumn crops would have to change owners for sowing. The Lu family
When the father and son stepped into the newly purchased two acres of water land carrying hoe and shovel, the sky was dimming and robins were noisy above the treetops. The first thing to do on this piece of land that already belonged to them was
Digging out the boundary stone of the Bai family. For this unusual task, the father and son came to do it themselves, but assigned the long-term worker Liu Mouer to do other tasks. The father pointed to a piece of land at the edge of the field and said: "dig here.
"My son only dug a piece of stone when he heard the harsh sound of iron and stone hitting. The direction of the boundary stone was actually correct. The bluestone boundary stone with small characters engraved on it, such as east, west, north and south, was left wet to dry in the faint morning light.
The lime and charcoal chips were still clear in black and white. Lu Zilin looked at the newly dug boundary stone and asked: "Dad, do you remember when this boundary stone was planted?" Lu Taiheng said without thinking: "I asked your father, your father
I can't tell." Lu Zilin stopped asking. This was undoubtedly an ancestral legacy that had not changed for several generations. Now it has changed, and it was something he was involved in. Lu Taiheng put his strong hands behind his back and used
He kicked the boundary stone with his feet and pushed it to the edge of the path. Along the boundary stone from south to north there was a permanent untouched ridge, covered with wormwood, verbena, sedge, mint, and three vines.
The owners of the land on both sides of the ridges do not allow them to grow into their own fields, let alone eradicate them. They have been growing as they are today for generations.
Compared with the quarrels and fights that took place on many boundary ridges in the river, the owners on both sides of this boundary ridge are exemplary. The Lu family father and son have started digging this ridge, and what they dug out turned out to be a tangled mass.
The yellow, black, brown, and red grass roots of various weeds are gathered together, and then the grass roots are beaten on a hoe to shake off the soil, and thrown onto the shiny wheat stubble. It only takes one day to dry them up.
It was used as firewood under the stove. This ridge, which had maintained the life of several generations, was disappearing foot by foot under the hoe and shovel of the Lu family father and son. At noon, they hitched up the mules and plowed it with the plowshare.
All the ridges and beams were gone, and the original one-third of an acre of land and the newly purchased two acres of the Bai family's land were merged into one piece in complete harmony. His son Lu Zilin said: "I will plant the grains of this land first in the afternoon."
." The father Lu Taiheng said: "Plant". The son said: "After planting the autumn fields, we will dig wells on this land." The father said: "Dig." The son said that he had already made an appointment with a few people to dig wells, and cut the wells.
The carpenter of the wooden waterwheel has also said hello. These two major tasks are being carried out at the same time. After the well is drilled, the waterwheel can be installed. My father said: "This will save the time for the craftsmen to take care of the food." The sun was already shooting out scorching flames.
, it was time to go home for breakfast. The son suddenly asked: "I heard that Jiaxuan is planning to move his father's grave." The father said coldly: "The more you toss, the worse it gets. If you like to accommodate, just go ahead."