Farmer Fubo is open for business

In an instant, the people in the assembly broke into commotion.

Some people wanted to see the excitement, while others fled. For a while, the crowd was crowded.

Song Sanshun and others stayed far away. Looking towards the mountain road, they saw that the entire mountain road was crowded with people.

There were people coming down from the mountain on one side, and people walking up the mountain on the other. They crowded halfway up the mountain, and then some people were squeezed and fell down the mountain path.

The mountain path is a bit steep, but not too high. Although people who fall down will not die, some will break their legs, feet and arms.

For a time, wailing sounds echoed throughout the countryside.

Mrs. Wu hugged her little niece tightly in fear and looked at her husband.

This was already the third time. Xiao Changan seemed to be able to sense the danger, so he came back noisily.

"God! Fortunately we didn't go." Song You touched his son's head and looked at Chang'an again.

If Chang'an hadn't suddenly come back, he and his son might have fallen down the mountain road. If they broke their legs and feet, how would the family survive?

Song Sanshun thought for a while and said, "Let's buy some food and take it back."

He also remembered what his little niece once said, that he should save more food, otherwise he would starve to death in the future.

"Yes, I want to buy some too." Song You decided to listen to Sanshun in everything from now on, and do whatever he wants.

In this way, the three families each bought a stone of grain, some fish and moon cakes for the festival, and then hired an ox cart to go home.

On the way back, Song You sighed: "If my little hoe hadn't learned how to make clay figurines from Chang'an, and we could earn several hundred yuan every month, I really don't know how our family would have survived this year."

During the autumn harvest, each family's fields are almost out of production, so they still have to pay grain and field taxes, and the poll tax will start paying again soon. How do those families without extra income survive?

"Who says it's not the case?" Song Laoliu touched Chang'an's head: "Our family also wants to thank little Chang'an."

If Chang'an hadn't picked up Ganoderma lucidum and given it to him fifteen strings, and taught his children how to make clay figurines, his family's life would not be much better than that of Song You's family.

Chang'an looked at Uncle Six and Uncle You in confusion, and suddenly said: "I am the president of the Goldfish Club."

Song Laoliu and Song You:

They didn't understand what Chang'an meant.

Goudan explained from the side: "We are all the presidents of the Goldfish Club, so we must work together to share the blessings and hardships."

"Goldfish Club?" This was the first time for several adults to hear the name of this club.

Changan nodded vigorously.

Several people laughed and asked, "How old are you? When did you establish a club?"

"Song Chengqi is also the president. He was the first to bring us into the club. Chang'an gave us the name of the club." Goudan explained.

Song Sanshun smiled and said, "Since Cheng Qi is also the president, why doesn't he play with you?"

"Because Song Chengqi has to go to school, he only plays with us when he takes a bath." Goudan said.

Song Sanshun's smile froze.

Looking at Xiao Changan, I sighed in my heart.

My Chang'an is so smart, she can recognize a lot of words just by studying with Yuyu. Unfortunately, the private school in the village does not have a girls' school, otherwise I would send her to study anyway.

Song Laoliu also had a thought and said to his son: "Goudan, daddy, let's send you to school too."

Now his family has more than ten thousand dollars and a lot of surplus grain. Even if the harvest is not good in the future, he will not starve to death. We only have a son like this. Even if we don't expect him to be a scholar, it is still necessary for him to be able to read a few words.

Goudan shook his head.

He doesn't want to go to school.

He is doing very well like this, and many children in the village are envious of him. His aunts and uncles always praise him when they see him, saying that he can make money at a young age.

Goudan was very proud and felt that studying was meaningless and he might as well make a clay doll.

"It's great to study." Sanshun said with a smile: "You see, Chang'an has already learned a lot of words, and he can also read letters."

"Who did Chang'an learn to read from?" Goudan was curious.

I spend all day with Chang'an, how come I don't know who she learned to read from?

Song Sanshun: "." I really want to slap myself in the mouth.

"Haha, I taught you." He could only say this.

Chang'an glanced at his uncle in surprise, but did not expose him.

"Eh? Sanshun, you know how to read, then you might as well teach Goudan in the future." Song Laoliu said.

Song Sanshun coughed lightly and glanced at his niece.

Otherwise, you should learn how to read from Chang'an in the future, otherwise it will be difficult to keep this lie going.

Chang'an nodded to his sixth uncle: "I'll teach brother Goudan how to read." My uncle can't even read letters. How can he teach people how to read?

"That's a good relationship!" Song Laoliu was very happy and hugged Chang'an: "Thank you so much, little master Chang'an."

Seeing this, Song You poked his son gently.

The little hoe understood and immediately said: "Master, can you also teach me how to read?"

Xiao Changan agreed: "Okay, but you have to buy your own pens, inks, paper and inkstones." Teaching one is teaching, and teaching two is teaching, so it is better to teach them together to save trouble.

Song Laoliu and Song You both laughed: "Of course, we will prepare an apprenticeship ceremony when the time comes."

A few people chatted and laughed, and the ox cart arrived near Kaoshan Village.

Song Sanshun asked the car to stop for a moment. He took the gift he just bought and went to the village to bring his brother-in-law over.

Fourteen-year-old Wu Zhonglou was very thin. Even though his condition has improved now, he still looks weak and thin.

"Uncle!" Chang'an was very happy to see his uncle and pulled him to sit next to his aunt.

Wu Zhonglou said hello to everyone, hugged little Chang'an, and said with a smile: "Chang'an has grown a lot taller and fatter."

Chang'an nodded with a smile, clasped his fingers and said, "Auntie's stewed pig's trotters are delicious, and I've become fat. Uncle, when we have a fair there, let aunt stew pig's trotters for you to eat."

Wu Zhonglou smiled.

Chang'an tilted his head and asked, "Uncle, can you read?"

Wu Zhonglou shook his head: "No."

"Then you can become your teacher from now on." Chang'an said proudly, "I already know a lot of words."

Wu Zhonglou was surprised: "Really? Who did you learn from?"

"Really! I learned it from Xiao Yuyu." Changan pointed at Brother Goudan and Little Hoe, "They are also my apprentices. You are the oldest, so you can be the senior brother from now on!"

Wu Zhonglou: "."

The bullock cart moved slowly, and it was almost dark before returning to Songjiacun.

After sending several people home, the old driver gave the cattle water at Song Sanshun's house, and then went back with the money.

When Sister-in-law Qian saw Sanshun and the others coming back, she took Qiao'er to leave. Mrs. Wu pulled a lot of vegetables from the ground and gave them to her.

Then the family cooked in the kitchen.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wu stewed a fish, braised the meat, and fried a little rooster.

The sesame sugar cakes were made yesterday and are now being brought out to celebrate the festival.

First worship the moon god, and then the family gathers around the small table in the kitchen house to eat.

Chang'an is very happy today. Although there are no pig trotters, his uncle is here and will be his apprentice in the future.

Xiao Yuyu said that becoming a master is also a skill. As long as she has three apprentices and they all know the ten words, the eighth leaf will grow on the palm of her hand.