As soon as the weather got cold, Ye Ci started making all kinds of preserved food.

Bacon, bacon head, bacon leg, bacon, bacon chicken, bacon, bacon...

Everything can be cured.

Mr. Zhang saw her listing the menu, but the paper was full but not yet finished, so he joked: "As expected of a wealthy family, they can eat meat every day."

Ye Ci immersed himself in writing and retorted: "Don't you understand, my adoptive father? It's easy to eat some game in the mountains. The difficulty is that I don't have money. It takes a long time to buy oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Secondly, there are fruits and vegetables."

Scarce. Within a radius of ten miles, our farm is the only one that has green vegetables and apples in winter. Are the apples delicious?"

Mr. Zhang was eating apples from his own tree.

"It's a little sour and sweet."

Ye Ci had a smile on his face, "When spring comes, I plan to graft and improve the fruit trees so that I can eat sweeter fruits in two years."

"I can't wait to see what grafting is. Can fruit trees really be artificially improved?"

"There are things you don't know about, old man, it's so rare!" Ye Ci smiled miserably.

She has been hit hard recently.

When it comes to music, chess, calligraphy and painting, in front of Mr. Zhang, she just doesn't understand.

The calligraphy and paintings that I was proud of were criticized as worthless.

She was so angry that she wanted to throw away her pen and give up her job.

Even Master Qingyunzi didn't dismiss her like this, it was simply...

"A ruler is long and an inch is short. How can one person understand everything in the world? We are each other's teachers. I will follow you to learn farming. As for you, follow me to learn to be a talented woman with some snacks. I don't ask you to be a real person.

You are a talented woman, at least you can bluff people when you show her off, so I won’t lose my face.”

Mr. Zhang was having a good time, but at the same time he was happy to hit Ye Ci.

Ye Ci: "..."

The mood is not very good.

She asked: "Am I really that bad?"

Mr. Zhang glared, "You have not been formally enlightened in these years, how can you be good at it? If someone says that you are good at handwriting or painting, they must be lying to you, and they must have a conspiracy."

"No! It's obvious that your requirements are too high and your vision is too high. In your eyes, the upper level of ordinary people is just rubbish. But I am at the level of an ordinary person."

"Know your shame and then be brave! How can you, a child, be satisfied with the standards of ordinary people? As the daughter of an old man, if you are not only well-read in poetry and books, you can at least calm people down with just one mouthful."

Ye Ci rolled his eyes.

In the world of top academics, we poor students can only look up.

It happens that academic masters always think that learning is a very easy thing. Failure to learn must be because the method is wrong, the brain is not sharp, or they do not work hard enough. However, academic masters are very confident and firmly believe that under their guidance, even low-level students can do it.

Progress.

As everyone knows, the reason why a scumbag becomes a scumbag is because he doesn’t know how to do it!

Trying my best, I can only reach the waist. The head position, well, there is everything in the dream.

Mr. Zhang added: "As long as you spend more of your lazy thoughts on studying, your progress will not be so slow. Think back to when I was studying..."

"Twelve-year-old scholar, eighteen-year-old scholar..."

Ye Ci grabbed the conversation.

She listened to Mr. Zhang's past scenery and history several times.

The twelve-year-old scholar is still the head of the case.

An imperial examination involving thousands of troops and horses crossing a single-plank bridge. With this achievement, you are definitely a genius-level person.

Scholars are common, but there are only a few twelve-year-old scholars in hundreds of years.

Comparable to rare animals.

No, it should be said to be rarer than rare animals.

Mr. Zhang is a real academic master and a real boss, but his fate was a little rough.

Learned the art of literature and martial arts, and brought goods to the emperor's family.

As a result, he was harmed by the emperor's family again, and such a genius fell into depression.

Why does Ye Ci know this?

It's so rare for a twelve-year-old scholar to be the head of a case. You can get a rough idea by just spending some time and asking around.

This kind of rare person will definitely be recorded in local chronicles, or even recorded in history books and leave his name in history.

Mr. Zhang, no, Mr. Zhang hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.

"The time has come, take out the book and start studying."

Ye Ci quickly found an excuse to skip class, "I've been very busy lately, so I might as well skip my homework today."

"Do you really know nothing about farming? In winter, during the off-season farm time, what are you busy with?"

"I'm busy doing things!"

"Wu Zhuangtou is responsible for everything, and there are so many villagers working for wages. There is no need for you, the boss, to do it yourself. Today we will review what we learned yesterday, recite it and listen to it..."

Ye Ci: "..."

Why do you still have to go to school after traveling through time?

why?

…

It was still dark outside, but little Zhang, a peasant woman from Shangxi Village, had already gotten up quickly and boiled some hot water to wash her face and hands.

There was no time to have breakfast, and there was nothing to eat, so I hurried out and went to the farm with about a dozen other village women in the village.

Shangxi Village is located at the corner of the Yunxia Mountains, six or seven miles away from the farm.

The farm is recruiting workers in the winter to make fresh tofu early every morning. They are required to be diligent, clean, and able to endure hardships.

Xiao Zhang's family was in trouble. The man was injured while building a house and lay in bed unable to get out of bed. The family had already suffered from famine in order to treat the man's illness.

As a last resort, little Zhang, who never went out much, mustered up the courage to go to the farm to find work.

Because she was clean and responsible, Zhuangzi wanted her.

Reports were made at 2:00 every day, and the work continued until noon.

Zhuangzi provided a small amount of accommodation, but Zhang's family couldn't live without people and her children were still young, so she still insisted on going home every day.

Other women in the village were in a similar situation to her, because they couldn't live without people at home and had no choice but to get up early every day and rush to Zhuangzi to work.

Arriving at the farm on time, the big kitchen was steaming with steam, not to mention how comfortable it was on a winter morning.

Zhuang Dingtian Daping was also from a nearby village. He signed a fifteen-year contract with the farm and became a long-term worker in the village. Because of his cleverness, he learned a few words and was promoted to a small leader in just one year.

, specializing in tofu workshops.

"Hurry up, there are a lot of orders today, please work hard. Each person will have two bowls of soy milk, plus sugar."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The women laughed out loud when they heard the soy milk and sugar.

"Daping, are you kidding me? Is there really candy today?"

Sugar, whether it is brown sugar, brown sugar, or white sugar, is a rarity, luxury product, and extremely expensive in this era.

The landlord's family can't even eat sweets a few times a year, let alone these women from the mountainous areas.

Most of them cannot eat sweets once in several years. Basically, they only have the opportunity to eat sweets during confinement.

When I heard that soy milk contains sugar, it was even more exciting than the Chinese New Year.

Little Zhang licked her lips. She wanted to ask Tian Daping if there was no sugar in the soy milk and give her the sugar alone and she could take it home.

But she didn't dare.

There are rules in Zhuangzi. No one is allowed to take anything away from Zhuangzi without permission from the owner.

Obviously, there are many people who think the same as Mr. Zhang.

Some bold village women have already begun to ask, "Is it okay not to eat sweets? Give me my share separately. I will take it home and give it to my baby to have a taste. I have never eaten sweets seriously in my life."

"That's right, that's right. Daping, can you talk to your boss and give us the candy?"

"No!" Tian Daping yelled, "The boss's rules are that you take whatever she gives you. Don't ask for anything that isn't given to you. If anyone reaches out for candy again, don't do this job anymore. Today

Just settle the wages."

That won't work!

In the middle of winter and in mountainous areas, it is not easy for village women to find an income.

This job must not be lost. The salary of a few cents a day, and two meals included, not only saves food for the family, but also solves the household expenses.

It can even be said that many of these village women have become the mainstay of their families because of their income.
To be continued...