Chapter 52: Come from your home to harvest rice

The fields are dry in the mud, and the chickens walk on the ridges. People are busy carrying them to the north, and the sun turns to the west. Sweeping sickles like wind, sweating like rain. In spring, three months are tired, just to wait for this season.

People with fields everywhere are busy, and they will grab the food while it is hot and rainy. Otherwise, an autumn rain will fall and the harvest will decrease in production in a blink of an eye.

The speed of the merchants in the two villages of Zhang and Wang were obviously faster than that of other villages, and there was no difference in dressing. The only difference was the tools, sickle, and the sickle in the two villages of Zhang and Wang were slightly longer than the handles used by others, the knife was also longer, and the curvature was also a little larger.

After seeing the sickle here, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan found that it was different from what they had seen before. The two discussed it and felt that there might be reasons for the differences. What’s more important is that during the process of inheritance, the working people improved bit by bit. Since this is the case, the two of them paid for someone to customize a batch.

At this point, the speed is indeed much faster.

Another reason for speeding up is that in terms of physical conditions, some small benefits given by the two masters of Zhang and Wang have made the farmer's health health better than other farmers and their diets. Mechanical labor is about endurance and resistance to sunshine.

The sum of the two houses adds up half the speed of the two houses than elsewhere.

Everyone was busy, and Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan also ran outside, squatting in the shade of the big tree and drawing circles with small wooden sticks. Zhang Xiaobao used rulers to make drawings for Li Cheng to figure it out, and Wang Juan was drawing something else there.

"You are... a combine harvester? I have a good idea. I will draw a refinery here and provide you with oil for the machine. What you are drawing should be a diesel burning machine, right?"

Zhang Xiaobao had just figured out two small games, and when he turned his head, he saw what was drawn in front of Wang Juan. Two large machines, the harvest and threshing in front, and the dust loading behind him.

"Don't look down on people. How long did it take to go from the invention of the steam engine to the satellite entering the sky? When the white steam emerges from the front of the car, the wheels of history..."

"The wheel of history has been rolled over the sweat crystals of countless people. Countless people cannot be done by a liar or a policeman. He includes..."

"I know, it just involves the accumulation of various disciplines. I just draw a picture, but I didn't say it was done. When will I go to the mountains to block the big natural ponds? The freshwater crabs, shrimps and fish I bought from other places are still kept in the pond. If it is a little bigger, it can't be filled."

Wang Juan used a wooden stick to make a fork on the picture he drew, patted his little hand and asked Zhang Xiaobao.

Zhang Xiaobao looked at the people working in the field and said hesitantly: "There is no need to wait until the people finish the work. This time Erniu brought a lot of maifan stones from there. Where should we use it? If it really doesn't work, go to the capital to buy some real estate and build a larger bathhouse there. Do you think anyone will go?"

"It will cause trouble unless you want to surrender to a certain force, do you think?" Wang Juan poured a basin of cold water on Zhang Xiaobao.

"I don't want to put the stones at home. There are also fungus and tremium. Don't sell them first, keep them. After two years, people's living standards will improve a little. The price will be good. Don't get damp and prevent insect bites. That thing can be kept for a long time. When our talent reserves are almost complete, then release them."

Zhang Xiaobao said a few words in a low voice, and Wang Juan also agreed and said, "Yes, there are too few people around you who can stand alone. If you release them to run a business, you will suffer a loss. You will train yourself in a small shop first, and wait for County Magistrate Cheng to be promoted. Let's continue to train new County Magistrates.

Let County Magistrate Cheng win over more people there. For existing officials and students who will take the exam in the future, I agree to open an inn in Beijing and find a slightly remote place to buy it. If it really doesn’t work, just be outside the city. I heard what Zhou Xihu’s uncle said, the surroundings are also prosperous."

"Okay, I understand what you mean. I will give some benefits to those students who come to Beijing to prepare for the exam. Among the 100 people, even if only one person passes the exam, it will be of great help to us. It is not that we have to be a scholar, but there are other subjects. It's just decided. Let's see what to eat for everyone tonight?"

After discussing the matter with Wang Juan, Zhang Xiaobao stood up and walked towards the cooking place there. There were a few large pots of water and vegetables. They were busy with large slices of pork belly, and threw them into the pot with some green vegetables or dried dried vegetables.

Before we could get closer, a smell of scallion swelling over the pot came over. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan sniffed and nodded in satisfaction. There was a lot of oil smoke smell here, and there was no use of oil and no pork belly to fry the oil directly. It should taste good then.

"Young master and my wife are here? It's hot, sit here." When the worker saw the two little ancestors on the farm wandering closer, a woman in her thirties and incompetent legs found two small stools, and moved the umbrella that they had specially held up for them, just blocking Zhang Xiaobao and the other two.

Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan didn't want to disturb them, but when they saw that they had already finished the things, they could only enjoy it. The two understood that sometimes you can't refuse some things. If you really want to leave at this time, the farmer must think that the master's family is not satisfied. If the ancestors and two ancestors go back and talk about what happened today, the master will feel that the account is disrespectful to the people in the master's family.

As soon as the two of them sat down, a low table was placed in front of them. The pork belly made specifically for the people in the inner courtyard were cut into thin slices, served on a wooden plate and placed on the table. A small plate of garlic sauce was placed next to it.

After the garden, the cucumbers that have been preserved to the present will be flattened. They will marinate them with salt and garlic, and pour some sesame oil for Zhang Xiaobao and the other ones to eat.

Zhang Xiaobao picked up a piece of meat and dipped it in the plate. Before he could taste anything, he spoke and said, "Okay, delicious, it's so delicious."

"Yeah, it smells fragrant." Wang Juan also agreed.

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, as they thought, the people around them showed happy smiles on their faces. A compliment could make them happy for a day.

"It really doesn't taste, right?" Wang Juan also ate a piece of meat, licked the oil on the corner of her mouth with her tongue, and asked Zhang Xiaobao.

"Well, the garlic sauce has not been soaked too much, so it tastes better. The heat is also good. It is fat but not greasy, and thin but not tiring. We will make it tomorrow. If we don't cook it, cut it into slices and cook it with boiling water, wash off the top of the oil and blood, put the chicken soup under the trunk, steam it in a pot, like making pork buckles."

Zhang Xiaobao still felt that there was a better way to eat it, and Wang Juan also agreed to light her head.

"The boss, it's here. Look, how good the rice grows, please wait."

Just as Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were half full, a group of people came from Xiaoqiao. When they arrived near the place to cook, a man wearing a blue silk shirt and a rude head spoke to a man with a rich body, light yellow slanted shoulders, wide-leg pants, and narrow-heeled leather boots.

"What are they doing?" Wang Juan put down his chopsticks and muttered.

"I don't know, usually when I see a servant like this and a man talking to someone like that, the villain usually appears, and his acting skills are not as good as Song Jinggong. This obviously says on his face that I am a bad person."

Zhang Xiaobao joked at Wang Juan that he didn't care who was coming at all. Now the two families are not as good as before. They are still officials after all, not the kind of soft persimmons that make people pinch them for nothing.

"Well, good, good place, a mu of land can produce more than four stones of grain. I heard that there is a market here, why haven't I seen it?"

The boss looked around with his belly out of his head and asked the boy just now.

"If you go back to the boss, you are busy. Maybe you can come out at night. You are so tired when you sit down and stand." As the man said, he stared at Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan, to be precise, on the stool under his butt.

The sound of several copper coins rolling on the table sounded, and the man said to Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan: "Little kid, stand up, these copper coins are yours."

"Yes, it's like a lackey." Wang Juan said to Zhang Xiaobao as he looked at the copper coins on the table, but his voice was quite loud, which made everyone around him hear it.

"Indeed, otherwise why would anyone say that people are inferior? It's probably how it happened." Zhang Xiaobao also said.

At this time, the people cooking around had stopped their work and surrounded the group with various tools. The vegetables cutters stood in front of Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan with a kitchen knife. The blood from the knife fell down drop by drop, splashing on the ground and turning into a small black pit.

"What are you doing? I know, I know who am I?" The person who was speaking just now had already reacted. He heard the two children's words and knew that his status was not low. He said with regret and fear.

"Laozi, if you don't get back, how can you let the nobles give up their positions? Everyone, I'm not strict in discipline and have made this kid a little more domineering. I'll compensate you here. I don't know which children these two nobles are?"

Just when the boy was worried about being beaten, the boss behind him stood up in time to smooth things over. He saw clearly that the clothes he wore were just as good as the materials, but the exposed parts on his face and hands were white and tender. Ordinary families of farmers could not do this.

"What are you asking around? Where did you come from? What do you do?" The person in charge of the cooking place did not answer the other party's words, but looked at the few people with a suspicious look and asked back.

"This is our boss, who comes here to see you here. It's autumn harvest and you can't sell so much food. Our boss wants all of it, ten cents a dou."

Laizi knew that it was time for him to speak at this time, and pointed to the land that had not yet been harvested and offered a very high purchase price.
Chapter completed!