The blessing of the splendid farm family is married to the world

Chapter 27 Half-bag of lotus root

Take a look at the three characters on this paper, it's wrong, but it's crooked, it's really not good-looking.

"Your family can teach you how to read, so you should study hard when you get back." The old craftsman put the paper into the drawer next to him, and told the young man at the counter to weigh the silver.

An Xu was curious and asked, "Is this paper still useful?"

The young man twisted the money and said, "This is the ticket stub. Our silver building is like an iron shop. We have to report to the government every month how much we pay out."

The silver in the young man's hand had a bright luster. As expected of a silver shop, the silver was also very brand new.

An Xu was in a good mood, chatted with someone, and finally left the silver shop with two taels of silver.

Behind, the old craftsman raised his hand and patted the young man on the head, "Don't look, that's not a girl who just lived."

The young man curled his lips, and said, "Anyway, the Chunni you and grandma showed me, who is tall and thick, I can't match."

"You bastard who doesn't know what to do," the old craftsman scolded as he walked out the door. When he looked up, he saw the girl who had just come out of his house, then turned around and entered the rice noodle shop opposite. After a while, the boy on the opposite side was carrying a bag of noodles. Followed people out.

The old craftsman shook his head, this family can't live on anymore, and they still go to the store to sell noodles, go to the rice shop, buy a bag of wheat for eighty or ninety yuan, and then go home and grind it into noodles by themselves, isn't it the same?
An Xu hadn't really thought of buying wheat to make noodles by herself. She took the boy to the intersection, found Fang Bo, and asked someone to put the bag of flour on the car.

When Fang Bo's car returned from the county to the village, there were basically not too many people. An Xu thought that his bag of noodles would not be inconvenient.When we get to the village, we just need to give them an extra two pennies.

I don't want Fang Bo to see this bag of noodles, and when the boy left, he just shook his head and said, "This bag of noodles costs more than 100 Wen."

"Well, sixty catties, 150 Wen." An Xu said.

"You really don't know how to live, kid," Fang Bo said, "Can't you buy 150 catties of wheat for 120 Wen? Even if it is worn out, it's more cost-effective than this."

That's right, she still plans to feed the chickens. Chickens need feed. Isn't wheat bran a natural feed?

did not expect.

An Xu said embarrassingly: "I just wanted to save trouble, and didn't pay attention to this account."

When it was dark and arrived home, Zong Che laughed inwardly when he heard Fang Bo, who helped deliver a bag of noodles, relayed this sentence.

Why did you just think about saving trouble and didn't settle the accounts carefully?I'm afraid she never thought that she could buy wheat directly.

Fang Bo helped remove the noodles, and left without even drinking his saliva. An Xu sent the person outside the gate, and when he turned around, he saw a [-]- or [-]-year-old boy standing at the door of the room next to the main house.

The young man had a bun tied with a stick on his head, and he was wearing what looked like a half-worn gray cotton jacket with a top and bottom pants, with one slanted shoulder leaning against the doorpost.

He was still holding a white thing in his hand, he looked at An Xu casually, then lowered his head and took a bite, it clicked and it sounded tender and tender.

An Xu, who hadn't drank water for most of the day, felt even more thirsty. When she passed the Xuejiaji, she came down to inquire about the original owner's younger brother, and only heard from a person who lived at the mouth of the town that he saw those bastards scattered yesterday. One is from the north of the town.

On the way, An Xu was thinking, if the original owner's younger brother didn't come home, he would have to go out and look for it tomorrow.

"When did you come back?" She asked the boy familiarly.

An Chong curled his lips, ignored him, took a bite of the crispy lotus root, turned around and went back to the house.

An Xu looked at Zong Che, who was lighting a fire to boil water under the kitchen shed at this time, noticed his gaze, and replied without raising his head: "I came back at noon, and I brought half a bag of lotus root."

"What lotus root?"

An Xu walked in, he must have no money for such a young boy, how could he buy lotus root?
Zong Che pointed to the side, beside a pillar of the kitchen shed, there was indeed a burlap bag covered with wet mud.

An Xu opened the bag and took a look. They were all small and crooked lotus knots, like the leftovers after all the good lotus roots were harvested, but occasionally a fatter, short round one could be seen.

By the way, the bag even weighs more than 20 catties of mud.

dong dong dong.

An Xu came to the door of the room and knocked on the door.

There was no light in the room, and it was dark outside at this time, and the food could be roughly seen through the moon outside, so the room was completely dark.

"What?"

The sound was very close to the door, and as his sight adapted to the darkness in the room, An Xu saw a dark figure not far away, who seemed to be squatting there directly.

"Where did those lotus roots come from?" An Xu asked.

"Anyway, it wasn't stolen," An Chong said in a bad tone, he had no feelings for this sister who only cared about herself and Zong Che.

Before An Xu could speak, he heard the young man say again: "You can't eat those lotus root, I want to sell them at the market. Also, you have to give me half of the money for selling the rice at home."

The things at home were originally left to him by his father, but now that he is young and can't match this sister, he doesn't mention it.

An Xu laughed and said: "I know what you want money for, go to school, right? I don't know which school is good around here. I will send you to study when I ask uncle tomorrow."

An Chong sneered, on the surface he didn't care much, but his heart was loose. After all, he was just a 12-year-old boy.

"Don't worry about it, you just need to let me continue to study." He said that his father had enlightened him before his death, and said that when he was older, he would be allowed to study and take the imperial examination.

At that time, An Chong didn't like to sit there and read a book when other friends were running and playing. However, in the past two years, he has realized more and more that reading and literacy are good.

He didn't dare to succeed in the test like his father, he just wanted to learn how to read and write, so that when he went out for a walk in the future, he wouldn't fail to understand even a piece of paperwork.

An Xu nodded, "Don't worry, I will send you to study in three days at the latest."

An Chong stood up and walked to the door, still holding the half-eaten lotus root in his hand, "You mean what you say."

In fact, he wants to study, but there is still one thing that is not convinced. Zong Che has a foreign surname, and his own sister can go up and down the mountain to earn money for him to study. They are brothers and sisters, but why don't they let him study?
An Xu rubbed the boy's head amusedly, "Don't worry."

For some reason, An Chong suddenly felt his nose sore, and turned his head away with annoyance.

"Come here and help cook."

With that said, An Xu had already walked towards the kitchen shed.

An Chong thought for a while, but still followed.

Zong Che glanced at the two of them, and was a little surprised to find that this lonely ghost still had some intentions to think that An Chong was his younger brother.

He said, "What's for dinner tonight?"

With the fortune that An Dani "saved", although yesterday's torreya seeds didn't sell much, An Xu was in a good mood, and didn't complain about this kid who only knows how to eat all day long, so he said generously, "Eat scallion pancakes."

(End of this chapter)