Farmer Fubo is open for business

"You want me to give you a new house in exchange for this house? I'm dreaming!"

Song Baqi was taken aback by Song Sanshun's words and said angrily: "I think you have nowhere to use your money and spend it on useless things. Look at this courtyard wall. Is it necessary to build it so high? Do you think your family has tens of thousands of wealth to protect?" In this case, please hand over my food rations immediately! Give me the clothing materials as well!"

Song Sanshun said calmly: "Don't worry, you won't be short of rations, but they won't be given until the end of the year."

Song Baqi was about to say something again, when he suddenly saw little Chang'an running out from behind the house, followed by six chickens, two goslings, and a dog.

She looked at her grandfather steadily, her eyes full of coldness.

Song Baqi paused for a moment, his face darkened, thinking about what his wife told him about Chang'an's marriage, he took a few steps back, turned around and left.

He still wants to live for a long time and doesn't want to be defeated by this granddaughter.

If he didn't still count on Mrs. Jiang to help the family, he would really want to throw this child away.

When Chang'an saw his grandfather leaving after seeing him, he thought about what his little cousin had been saying intermittently during this period, and it became somewhat clear.

It is estimated that his grandfather dislikes him very much and thinks that he is a disaster star who will defeat him.

But Xiao Yuyu said that she was not a disaster star.

As long as the leaves of the little seedling in her hand grow to eighteen leaves, anyone who is close to her will have a smooth life and a worry-free life.

Changan looked at the seedling in his hand and saw that it still had seven leaves.

She had made several clay dolls recently, but the little Miaomiao didn't even grow a new leaf.

When I'm studying at night, I'll ask Yuyu, why?

"Chang'an, tomorrow my uncle will go to deliver taxes and grain. You stay at home and don't go outside."

Song Sanshun used a dustpan to winnow the millet that he had finally swept up, and asked his niece, "What do you want? My uncle will bring it to you from the county town."

Chang'an thought for a while and said, "I need paper, ink, and copybooks."

She wanted to copy the copybook, otherwise the writing would be too ugly.

Song Sanshun was stunned when his niece asked for a copybook.

Yes, I have been so busy these days that I forgot what I promised.

Chang An is so smart, he should know a few words. If his brother and sister-in-law come back with a letter, he can read it to Chang An.

"Okay, uncle will bring you a Three-Character Classic and a Thousand-Character Classic." Song Sanshun planned to buy two pieces of Gebu for Chang'an and his wife to make summer shirts.

It is only the end of May, and the weather is already very hot. The water in the pond is almost dry. They have to line up at the well before dawn to carry water, otherwise they will not be able to fetch it.

Changan nodded.

Then he took the chicken and gosling to the back of the house.

Behind the house is a vegetable patch, where some radishes and green vegetables, as well as beans and winter melons are planted.

Chang'an ran to the persimmon tree next to the vegetable garden. There was a broken reed mat spread here, and Goudan and Little Hoe were sitting on the mat making clay figurines.

"Why haven't you been doing Guanyin these days?" Goudan asked.

Chang'an: "I don't want to do it."

She suddenly didn't want to do the clay statue making every day. Even if she made a perfect clay statue, the leaves in her palm would not grow, which made her even more unmotivated.

The little hoe raised his head and said, "But the vendors at the temple fair want the Guanyin you made." Seeing that he was not making any money, he was worried for her.

Chang'an puffed up his mouth and sat down to watch the two apprentices making clay figurines.

The two of them have done a good job of kneading it, nine points similar to their own.

But their clay figurine vendor didn't want it, and kept keeping the price down, and they didn't know why.

Mrs. Wu came over with a plate of peeled rice dumplings with a bamboo skewer on them.

"Eat a rice dumpling first and then make it." She put the rice dumpling plate on the small table and said with a smile, "Honey is poured on top. Eat it quickly, or bees will come looking for it."

Chang An picked up a rice dumpling dripping with honey, took a bite, and said vaguely: "Good time."

She likes to eat cold rice dumplings dipped in honey. The fragrance of locust honey fills her mouth, sweet but not greasy, and much more delicious than maltose, which has a burnt and bitter taste.

Wu touched her niece's head lovingly, "It's delicious, but you can only eat one, otherwise you'll accumulate food."

When Changan heard this, he immediately started taking small bites.

She had to taste it slowly, otherwise she would eat it all at once.

After the three children finished eating the rice dumplings, the sun was already turning to the west.

Little Hoe and Goudan said goodbye and went home.

Wu and Chang'an were still sitting under the persimmon tree, watching a few chickens and two goslings looking for food in the vegetable garden.

It's the coolest here, much cooler than the front yard, probably because the vegetable garden is full of plants.

Song Sanshun gathered the grain and came over. He pulled three radishes from the vegetable garden, wiped the mud in his hands and started peeling them.

The water radish planted in spring tastes fresh and sweet, but it is a bit water-consuming at present and needs to be watered every day.

"Several ponds around have dried up, and the ones that haven't dried are all turbid, leaving only mud. Where do you think we will wash the laundry from now on?" Mrs. Wu couldn't help but sigh.

Song Sanshun handed the peeled radish to Chang'an, and then handed another one to his wife: "If the worst happens, wash it with well water. After washing the clothes, you can use it to water the ground. The soapberry water can also kill insects. It kills two birds with one stone."

Mrs. Wu glared at him angrily: "Even the deep well is drying up, how dare you say that you use well water for washing?"

"Then what should we do? How about we change less clothes." Song Sanshun also knew that the water supply was tight recently, and he came up with the idea of ​​digging a well.

But hiring someone to dig a well requires a lot of money, and the price of a deep well will not be less than thirty taels of silver.

At present, I am not sure what will happen in the future, and I really don’t dare to spend dozens of taels of money at home on digging a well.

Chang'an looked at his uncle, then at his aunt, remembering what Xiao Yuyu said.

Xiao Yuyu said that Miao Miao can make water, which can completely solve her survival problem.

But how much water can the little Miaomiao produce? Changan wants to try it.

She stood up, ran to the kitchen, stood on the stool and looked into the water tank.

There was not much water left in the water tank, and a lot of dirt still settled in it.

Song Sanshun also walked to the kitchen to scoop out water to wash his hands. He saw his little niece digging into the water tank and looking in. He quickly picked her up and patted her butt: "Don't pick up the water tank from now on!"

I often heard that a child from someone's family fell into a water tank or bucket and drowned. This was a dangerous matter, and she couldn't let it happen out of her temper.

Chang'an pointed to the water tank and said, "There is no water."

"I know, uncle will go get water later." Song Sanshun hugged his little niece and walked out.

Chang'an refused, twisted his body and said, "The water tank is dirty and contains mud."

Song Sanshun had no choice but to put her down and go clean the water tank.

Wu also came over to help and clean the water tank.

Then, Song Sanshun went out to fetch water with a bucket, and Wu went to the vegetable garden to pick some beans and vegetables for cooking.

Chang'an brought a stool and put it on the water tank, put his palms on the inside of the water tank, and said silently: "Xiao Zhuzhu, can you turn into water?"

There was a flash of light in the palm of my hand, a leaf disappeared, and the water tank was full of water all of a sudden.

Chang'an was stunned and poked the water with his hand, causing small ripples.

So this is ah?

Changan laughed.

From now on, her vegetable garden will have water to water, and her aunt will have water to wash clothes.

But a tank of water requires one leaf. There don’t seem to be enough leaves in her hand?

Changan scratched his head.

It seems that I have to learn a skill every day. (End of chapter)