The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 62
Yes, taro, you are not afraid of heavenly dryness.Plant it down and water it from time to time, are you afraid you won’t be able to harvest?
In other people's fields, there is a nest for each hoe, a seedling for each nest, and a scoop of water for each nest. After working hard for a long time, you can still see a little bit of green behind you.

In Yang Danian's field, there is a hoe, a nest, a taro nest, and a ladle of water. When someone walks by, his field is still a piece of loess.

"Second brother, what are you doing? You really don't want to plant any seedlings!" Yang Dafu was very worried. Although he said that his brother had collected some food in the past two years, he couldn't help but sit and eat.

"The vegetables grown in our fields are more resistant to drought!" Yang Danian scratched his head in embarrassment. He didn't mean to hide it from his elder brother, but my daughter has seriously confessed that no information should be leaked. Please forgive me, elder brother.

"Hey, it's up to you!" Right now, what to plant and whether it can be harvested is up to the Lord to open his eyes, and Yang Dafu can't control so much anymore.

After working hard for several days, it was finally finished.

After working all day, I couldn't even find wild vegetables.The further you go, the more nervous you are about eating.

"These chickens eat only food and lay few eggs, so why not catch all the roosters and sell them in the town!" Yueniang said while feeding a large pot of feed with bran and green vegetables.

"Mom, sell two and keep one, so that we can hatch chickens in the future!" How can there be chickens without a rooster, so Yang Ziqian reacted quickly and hurriedly stopped him.

"I don't know what's going on, these chickens don't lay eggs very much, and they managed to gather more than 20 eggs, but none of them laid a nest!" It's been too long since I have raised chickens, and I have forgotten when these hens will lay. Nest hatches eggs.Right now, there are another twenty or so eggs accumulated, or else, they will be sold together tomorrow.

"Girl, do you want to go to the street?" At dawn, before leaving, Yang Danian asked his daughter dotingly.

It's been a while since the last time I went to the street, and I don't know if anything has changed.Anyway, I'm fine at home, let's go take a look again, opportunities are found out through investigation.

Yang Danian picked out bamboo baskets, and put a chicken in each. The eggs were not easy to store, so he simply carried a small backpack on his back. Yang Ziqian wanted to help, but Yang Danian didn't agree. He couldn't bear to let his daughter suffer.Besides, in case of a fall or something, the egg can't stand the beating!
Yang Ziqian, who was empty-handed, followed his father out of the house.Yang Zisen wanted to kick his feet, but Yueniang yelled and went home, fifth girl, she needs someone to take care of her.

It's still the same, because it's early in the morning, it can't be called depression, but it's more elegant to use the word tranquility.In the deserted streets, there were not even a few shouts.

"It seems that this dry year will have a greater impact, and more people will be hungry!" After choosing a shop to stand under the eaves, Yang Danian put down the bamboo baskets and shoulder straps, shook his head and sighed.

I don't know if these two chickens can be sold.

This year is not a year, and the second is not a festival, the farmer family, who is willing to spend money to buy a rooster that does not lay eggs and go back.

This kind of business can only be done by luck. If luck is good, the maid of a big family will come out to buy.Or, for those who are a little more relaxed, buy them to welcome relatives when they have a happy event!
"Father, I'll go shopping!" Waiting for a rabbit requires patience, and Yang Ziqian is not in the mood to wait, so he just took this opportunity to take another walk.

"Go, don't run away, let alone follow others, wait a moment, remember to come back to this place to find me, if I sell out, I will also find you, you must not run away!" Yang Danian confessed, The girl is ten years old, don't be kidnapped and sold.

"Well, I know, Dad, don't worry!" Grinning, Yang Ziqian enjoyed his father's favor very much.

One-fifth of the shops on both sides of the street are closed.For the rest, there are half-open ones, and one or two people come in and out occasionally. Looking in through the narrow facade, it is almost impossible to tell what stuff is sold inside. Those who are willing to go in are probably old customers.

This business is done, Yang Ziqian shook his head!

Looking at those shops with the doors fully open, the inside is also quite gray, and the dust on the containers can be used as a canvas.Dry miscellaneous non-staple food and so on, just looking at it, it is unappetizing, fortunately, there are still people who buy it occasionally, and they are not afraid that it is all out of date!

I have seen rows of shops, grain, oil, cloth, non-staple food, dry miscellaneous, and Yang Ziqian, who has seen the metropolitan shopping mall, is immune to all of these, and even hates them.Tsk tsk tsk, how can this thing be sold!

Going to the end of the street again, I saw some baskets and stalls set up on sparse poles every now and then.These are all self-produced agricultural products from farmers in four miles and eight towns.

After careful attention, there are only two or three chicken and egg sellers like Yang Danian, and most of them pick a pick of wheat to sell; the more careful ones directly grind it into white flour, which is said to be white flour, and there are also impurities in it. A lot of wheat bran is far less fine than modern flour!

Of course, this primitive white flour made by hand cannot compare with modern machine processing. Yang Ziqian laughed at himself, look, people who have seen good things, the things at this moment, in her eyes, everything is inferior .No matter how good it is, no matter how good it is, it's just a dream. Could it be possible to move to the Western Song Dynasty?

Some people pull a few handfuls of green vegetables to sell. This business is only done by people on the street who don’t have any land. In the countryside, who doesn’t have a handful of green vegetables or a few pods in the corner of the field.

There are also herbal remedies!

Yang Ziqian took a closer look, there were Prunella vulgaris, Money grass, Guoluhuang... There were several others, but they couldn't name them.It's really strange, if you don't sell herbal medicines in pharmacies, whoever buys them on the street.

"Girl, buy some of these herbs and go home, soak them in water, clear away heat and detoxify, and won't get sick!" Seeing Yang Ziqian stop in front of his booth, the thin old man greeted him, "These herbs, I picked them all by myself at the edge of Jinji Cliff, the medicine is very effective and not expensive, three handfuls for a penny!" As he said, he grabbed three handfuls from the stall and stuffed them into Yang Ziqian's hands.

"Grandpa, I don't have any money. Wait a minute. I asked my father. If I need it, I'll come to you to buy it!" Yang Ziqian was so embarrassed that he couldn't refuse directly, so he had to say tactfully.

"Then you must remember to come and buy it!" The old man regretfully put down the herbs.

An old man next to him saw that Yang Ziqian was very interested in herbal medicine, maybe he would also be interested in his own mountain products, so he tried his best to sell: "Girl, I have mountain products here, come here, let me show you, this is Sanjiao, As long as there is only one, the taste of the dishes you eat will be greatly changed; also, here are wild onions, put some in the dishes, in the soup, it smells delicious!..."

"Sanjiao! Wild onion!" Yang Ziqian had already squatted down when he heard these two words, picked them up from the bamboo basket, looked at them carefully, and couldn't help his nose sore, darling, you finally appeared.

(End of this chapter)