The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 64: Idea Storage (1)
"Well, it's just been a little bit easier in the past few years. A few years ago, it was harder than yours. At any rate, you can still hunt a little, catch some wild pheasants to sell, and occasionally get dirty. Are you old? You know, our family hasn’t seen oil beads for several years.” The honest Yang Danian heard that he was connected with the disease, and began to tell the sufferings of the past.Immediately, I felt even more sorry, it was hard to negotiate the price, so I handed over three Wen and told Yang Ziqian to get the things.

About three catties of wild peppers; two catties of wild onions, half a catty of peppercorns, and three pennies, in Yang Ziqian's heart, they are worth thousands of dollars.

"Girl, let's buy some herbal medicine, drink it in water, and I'll give you four for a penny!" Seeing that the mountain goods next to him had been sold, the old man at the herbal medicine stall felt unwilling and extended an olive branch to Yang Ziqian.

"Father!" Yang Ziqian repeated his old trick, pulling at the hem of Yang Danian's clothes.

"You child." Shaking his head, he handed out a penny.But everything my daughter insists on buying must be useful.Now, Yang Danian has this consciousness deeply rooted in his heart, so he no longer asks the reason.

Two handfuls of Prunella vulgaris and two handfuls of money grass were put into bamboo baskets.

Yang Ziqian had never found this thing in the back mountain.

People eat five grains and suffer from all kinds of diseases. This summer, it is good to drink some herbal water that can clear away heat and detoxify, so as to save yourself from the trouble of getting sick.

"Girl, look, what else can I buy?" This kid wants to eat meat, needless to say he knows it all.What else to buy besides meat?

Yang Ziqian looked at the clothes on his father and his family, and then thought about the clothes of the family, how about buying some cloth to make a set? More than 70 Wen, how can it be so durable.Shaking his head in denial.

Oh, forget it, just bear with it.No pain No gain.

"Father, buy third brother a pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" Immediately, Yang Ziqian remembered that the third brother had been writing on the sand for many years, and it was time for him to learn to write on paper in a serious manner. After entering a formal school, I still don't know how to write on paper!Isn't it easy to smile and generous?

"Okay!" This money should be spent, and it doesn't feel bad to spend it.Ever since the master asked him, Yang Danian was self-satisfied on the one hand, the younger son would enter the school sooner or later, maybe, if he passed the exam as the master said, he would be able to honor his ancestors!Guilt on the one hand, look, what a scourge of being poor!Standing in the way of a smart kid's future!

After walking more than half a street, I still asked the butcher, only to find out that there is no place in this town that specializes in selling paper, pen and ink.At the end of the street, there is a scholar who writes letters for others and sells them on the table beside the stall.

The father and son looked for it, and saw that the scholar was holding a book, shaking his head, reading it with gusto.On the washed white clothes, there are also patches one after another.

Poor, my family is poor; the tenant farmers in Li's village are poor; even Guangyuan Town's economy is not developed, everyone is poor!
For a moment, Yang Ziqian had the urge to see the living conditions of Mr. Li's wealthy households, whether it was like what was said on TV, eating delicious food, wearing silk and satin, and ordering servants!
Yang Ziqian stepped forward and looked at the brushes and paper on the small table. As a layman, she couldn't tell the good from the bad, but then again, scholars are so poor, how can they get enough money to sell them in good sources.

The father and son stood beside him for a long time, but Xiucai still had no signs of doing business.

This is mesmerized!
Yang Ziqian couldn't help laughing, he had seen someone who was fascinated by reading novels, but never seen someone who was so obsessed with reading history, literature and classics.Well, ancient people are really different from modern people.

"Cough, cough!" Yang Ziqian deliberately coughed a few times.

"Xiaosheng is rude, I have offended you, may I ask you two, do you write a letter from home or..." Putting down the book, revealing a skinny and thin face, the scholar, about 30 years old, quickly got up and bowed to apologize.

Yang Ziqian hurriedly dodged behind his father, avoiding the scholar's gift.

"Sir, you don't need to be too polite, I just want to buy some pens and paper for writing!" Yang Danian rarely saw such occasions, blushing, imitating the other party's appearance, bowing and returning the salute.

"Hehehe!" Yang Ziqian couldn't hide his crisp laughter even though he covered his mouth.

My father's appearance is too funny!

"Don't be rude!" Yang Danian respected intellectuals, especially the famous scholars.He turned around and scolded his girl.

The scholar thought Yang Ziqian was laughing at him, blushing in embarrassment, but he didn't know where he was wrong.

"Sir, how do you sell this ink, paper and inkstone!" Yang Ziqian didn't have the time or energy to practice these etiquettes. He stepped forward, grabbed two brushes, a small stack of paper, one inkstone, and a stick of ink, and asked directly. price.

"Five cents!" Xiu Cai thought about the cost in his heart, and spoke for a long time.

Books are indeed affordable for rich people.Such a little thing is worth five renminbi. Seeing how honest the scholar is, Yang Ziqian is sure that he has no ulterior motives to sell high prices.Or, the scholar was tricked by the previous merchant, and the price of the goods was high!

After hearing the quotation, Yang Danian was also shocked.

I really don’t know if I don’t ask, but I’m startled when I ask!
In the last school, Shu Xiu was ridiculously tall; it cost a few pennies to buy some pens and paper!

well!Buy it, you will have to buy it sooner or later, the third son has to learn, and while you still have dozens of coins in hand, buy a little and use it first.

Yang Zisen was looking forward to the return of his father and sister who went to the street, but this time he finally did not fail, and there was an unexpected surprise!
Paper, ink and pen!

Carefully picked it up in the bamboo basket, held it, went back to the room, put it on the bed, and was afraid that Wu Ya would run away and ruin it, so he simply hid it under the pillow!

That action reminded Yang Ziqian of when he was a child, when he was writing with a bald pencil, he cut a small bamboo tube, stuffed some paper in the innermost part, then stuffed the pencil in and continued to use it.This scene, the more I look at it, the more sad I feel!

Rubbing his sore nose, Yang Ziqian was still thinking, when the second brother comes home, he will make a desk for the third brother!
Not only to make a desk, but also to make a bed and a wardrobe for yourself.

Alas, Yang Ziqian, Yang Ziqian, you don't even have two changes of clothes now, and making a wardrobe is just taking up space for nothing.

Shaking my head, I am so sorry!

"Mother, don't boil the oil too hard later, I want to bring some meat to my wife!" As long as it is not oil residue, it can be called meat.The Li family didn't care about the master's food, if one person was full and the whole family was not hungry, the master rarely saw meat.I can't invite him over for lunch, but I can serve it over.

"Okay!" Yue Niang replied while cutting the meat.I thought in my heart, should I scoop up my wife's share first, and it doesn't matter if I eat a little longer.

Yueniang's life is really careful planning.

"Mom, I bought some sanjiao sea peppers, and wild onions. Later, I'll cook something!" Carrying his baby into the house, Yang Ziqian was going to show off his skills and reward the stomachs of his family.

(End of this chapter)