Farmer Fubo is open for business

In the end, Song Laoliu only took fifteen taels and went home happily.

Chang'an sat on the kang and watched his uncle and aunt count the money, and said: "There has been a severe drought for three years, so buy and hide food."

Song Sanshun was startled and looked at his niece suspiciously.

Chang'an continued: "People will starve to death due to drought, and refugees will come to steal food and money. We, our food must be hidden."

Song Sanshun and Wu looked at each other.

Ever since they found out that their little niece was a bit mysterious, they believed in Chang An's words.

It has indeed not rained so far this year. The continuous scorching sun has caused the water in many ditches and ponds to drop rapidly.

"Sanshun, is there really going to be a severe drought?" Wu looked at her husband worriedly.

According to what my niece meant, the next three years will be a period of severe drought.

Song Sanshun did not answer his wife's words, but asked Chang'an seriously: "Chang'an, how did you know that there was a three-year drought?"

Chang'an really wanted to say that it was the little cousin who told her, but if his uncle asked the little cousin, wouldn't it be revealed that he could hear what she was saying?

"Yuyu said." Changan said truthfully.

The little goldfish did not deny that there would be a severe drought in the future, so he would just tell his uncle so.

Song Sanshun heard Xiao Changan mention the name Yuyu again, and he didn't know how to ask further.

"Sanshun, it seems we are really getting ready." Wu said worriedly.

A severe drought for a year is nothing. Anyway, since my family now has money, I can buy some food and save it to tide over the difficulties. But within three years, not everyone was as lucky as themselves, suddenly having so much money.

Song Sanshun nodded: "I'll go talk to the clan leader tomorrow and ask him what to do?" It's very dangerous for his own family to store food. Once others run out of food, they will probably be the first to rob them.

"Yeah." Mrs. Wu couldn't help laughing when she looked at the money on the kang, so she quickly packed it into a box and locked it.

The next day, Song Sanshun took Song Laoliu to the patriarch's house and told him about a severe drought in the future, saying that he had listened to the divination of a traveling Taoist priest.

The patriarch looked up at the clear and cloudless sky, feeling convinced.

He stroked his beard and said: "Go back and ask everyone in the village to come over. Let's discuss buying grain together. But don't talk nonsense to others about the three-year drought. Otherwise, you will be labeled as deceiving others." , we all have to go to jail."

Song Sanshun was stunned.

He had actually forgotten about it.

The clan leader added: "Just in case, if you have nothing to do, hurry up and repair the courtyard wall. Once refugees enter the village, you can resist them."

Song Sanshun and Song Laoliu both nodded.

After coming out of the patriarch's house, Song Laoliu said: "Sanshun, our homes are not far apart. We might as well build an interconnected cellar quietly. If refugees come into the village, the mother-in-law and children can hide in it for safety."

"Okay." Song Sanshun thought for a moment and said, "We must not let others know about our cellar repairs."

"Of course, I'm not stupid, how can I tell others?" It's a matter of life and death. I always have to leave a way out and let everyone know it. That is not a way out, but a dead end.

The two of them made preparations independently and decided to build the courtyard wall first and then dig the cellar. When everything was ready, they would secretly save some food and hide it.

Fortunately, the two families have made some money these days, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to hire people to build the monastery walls.

Of course, there is no need to pay money to invite villagers to help, but two meals a day must be provided in sufficient quantities.

The villagers all have huge appetites. It is not a problem for one person to eat three large bowls at a meal. If four or five people are invited, it will take at least seven or eight days to work. If they do not prepare hundreds of kilograms of food at home, they will not be enough to eat.

Since it is for people to eat and drink, the dishes must also be prepared. Not to mention meat for every meal, a few pieces of tofu every day are indispensable.

So Song Sanshun and Song Lao Liuyi worked together to enlarge the two courtyards and separate them with a courtyard wall.

In this way, not only the vegetable plots in front of and behind the house are enclosed in the yard, but a courtyard wall in the middle is also omitted.

Song Sanshun also thought that from now on, her niece and her friends would play in the yard. As long as the gate of the yard was closed, no one would be able to bully her.

Then the two families started to get busy.

They invited ten people at a time to carry mud and build walls. In less than ten days, the walls of the two courtyards were all built.

The villagers were puzzled and ran over and joked: "Sanshun, Lao Liu, why did you two build the yard so high? Are you digging for gold to avoid being seen?"

The courtyard walls of ordinary villagers' homes were only half a person's height, but his family was better off. Even if you stood on tiptoe, you couldn't see what was going on inside.

Not only that, Song Sanshun also planted a lot of thorns and thorns on the wall. Who can worry about this?

Song Sanshun ignored the ridicule of the villagers and paid someone to build a thick courtyard gate to completely block the sight of others.

Song Laoliu's family also followed the same example. They went up the mountain and cut down a lot of thorns and came back and stuck them all on the wall.

After that, both families built a firewood shed in the backyard, and they dug a cellar in it during their free time.

This busy period lasts until the summer harvest in May.

Because of the lack of water, the harvest of crops in every field is not very good.

Tax collectors don't care about this and still come to pay on time.

The clerks and Li Zheng, together with several villagers, beat gongs and went from house to house to urge food supplies.

This time the court not only wanted tax money, but also grain, and asked the villagers to send the grain they should pay to the official warehouse in the county.

Song Sanshun's family only has two acres of land in total, and apart from the taxes paid, there is nothing left over from the harvested grain.

He sighed, resigned to his fate, dried the grains, cleaned them, and put them into sacks.

Just as he was tying the sack, his father Song Baqi walked into the yard with his hands behind his back.

He looked around and said, "Sanshun, tomorrow you will send our taxes and grain to the county as well. Then Jizu will go with you."

Song Sanshun stopped and looked at his biological father: "Dad, how are you going to send it off? Hire an ox cart?"

"Why hire an oxcart?" Song Baqi said displeasedly: "It's only more than two hundred kilograms in total. Just ask two people to pick it up."

"Invite two people to choose?" Song Sanshun laughed angrily: "Dad, how much money are you going to give me for labor?"

Song Baqi was angered by his son's attitude and scolded: "I think you are obsessed with money, right? How much money do you need from your father for such a trivial matter? Don't you go and deliver food yourself?"

"My family has a total of two acres of land, and the tax grain is less than a hundred catties. I picked it out by myself. But your family has more than six acres of land, which is more than two hundred catties. Who do you want me to ask to pick it up?" Song Sanshun took it. Use a broom to sweep away the grains on the ground.

"You traitor! I asked you to give me tax rations, but you resisted. Do you still have your father in your eyes?"

Song Baqi jumped to his feet and cursed. He saw that the old house was surrounded by a high wall. He was furious and yelled: "What do you mean by making my house like this? Do you want to monopolize my house?"

Song Sanshun said coldly: "What is exclusive and not exclusive? This house has been allocated to my son, and it will belong to my son from now on. Could it be that you want to trade a new house for these dilapidated thatched huts like mine?"

My father suddenly came to visit, and he was involved in delivering food and housing. He probably still refused to give up and was looking for an excuse to seize a few of his shabby houses.

There were only three rotten huts, and it was difficult for him to rack his brains and make calculations again and again.