Farmer Fubo is open for business

Early the next morning, almost everyone in the village knew that Song Sanshun and Song Laoliu had earned money to buy grain.

When they were fetching water, they all said that they wanted to send their children over to learn crafts from Chang'an.

Song Sanshun did not agree.

To be honest, the clay figurine cannot eat or drink, and is not strong enough. A few can be sold at the temple fair in Tieniu Town, and they are left on other grass markets. Not to mention spending money to buy them, they are just given away for free and no one will see them. I have to.

If the whole village went to make clay figurines, the result could be imagined and no one would be able to sell any of them.

Chang'an also got up early. After eating the morning meal, he set up a small table in the vegetable patch in the backyard and taught his uncle and Goudan Xiaohoe how to read.

There are books for reading, including the Thousand-Character Classic and the Three-Character Classic that her third uncle bought her last time.

She applied the method taught by the little goldfish to the three of them. She first taught them to read the first four words repeatedly, and then asked them to write.

Naturally, they cannot use pen and ink at the beginning, but let each of them use a branch to scratch on the ground. After they can master the correct writing skills, they can use pen, ink and paper. After all, these are very expensive.

Among the three, Wu Zhonglou was a quick learner. He could learn eight characters in one day, which impressed Chang'an.

In the evening, Song Sanshun, who came home from exploring the well, also asked his little niece for advice. He also asked her to write the eight words he wanted to learn on a piece of paper, and he had to take it with him to read at any time.

Today, he took the clan leader and several people in the village to look at two places and decided to dig wells there.

One is on the side of the creek close to my two acres of land, and the other is in the middle of the village, but I don’t know if water will come out after watering.

Mrs. Wu served a bowl of porridge to her husband and said softly: "I heard from Sister-in-law Qian that your father and Mr. Zhao have returned to the county seat, and they even said they were going to the county government to sue you."

Song Sanshun said expressionlessly: "I have severed ties with him and have never abused them. What are they suing me for?"

"Your father said that the second brother is still his son, and he wants to ask the county master to take the decision to take Chang'an back to raise him." Mrs. Wu said worriedly.

Song Sanshun frowned: "He really said that?"

"Well, Sister-in-law Qian told me." Mrs. Wu packed herself a bowl of porridge and sat down to eat.

Chang'an, who was sitting next to him, looked at his aunt, then at his uncle, and said, "I don't want my grandfather to raise me."

Song Sanshun touched his little niece's head and said comfortingly: "Uncle San knows."

Changan then took a bite of the sesame pie with confidence.

Mrs. Wu looked at her husband and hesitated to speak.

After finishing the evening meal and putting away the dishes, the couple waited until Chang An fell asleep before talking quietly.

"Sanshun, I'm still worried that this matter won't be rectified." Wu said: "I guess your father and the others have other ideas after they know that my brother has become Xiaoqi."

Song Sanshun was speechless.

He felt the same way, otherwise his own father wouldn't suddenly want to rob Chang'an.

Chang'an has never received love from her grandfather since she was a child, and he never even hugged her once.

I still remember one time when Chang'an fell at the door. Her grandfather happened to be going out and stepped over her without bending down to pick her up. It was really chilling.

"No matter what, Chang'an will not be handed over to him."

Song Sanshun said: "Don't worry about these things. There is still a lot of work to do tomorrow, so go to bed early."

"Yeah." Wu closed her eyes.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Zheng led several township officials to go door to door to collect household tax and house property tax.

The villagers were miserable. Because they had no money, they had to hand over their food to offset taxes.

As a result, poor families become even poorer, and some families cannot even afford two meals a day.

When Chang'an and his uncle went out to let the dogs go, they often saw villagers secretly digging bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, and some even tried to catch pheasants, rabbits and birds.

Those edible leaves and wild vegetables were also picked up all over. In addition, it had not rained for more than half a year, and the fields were empty and yellow, making it look more and more desolate.

There are no vegetables left in the vegetable garden outside the village. They either lack water and have not grown, or they have been stolen.

But there are still many vegetables planted in their own fenced yards. The villagers water them with face wash water or rice washing and vegetable washing water, and they are growing well.

"Uncle, does your home have a well?" Chang'an asked.

Wu Zhonglou shook his head: "My house doesn't have a well, but there is one in the village."

Their village is not big, with only a dozen households. One well is barely enough for food, but it is impossible to use the water from the well to irrigate crops, so his family's autumn harvest is also bleak.

However, his mother knew herbal medicine and often went out to dig it with her father. After drying it, she sold it to the medicine shop in Tieniu Town, earning two to three hundred cash every month.

At this time, another township official entered the village to collect taxes, which frightened many people into closing their doors. Even the dogs hid under the table with their tails between their legs, not daring to breathe for fear of being beaten to death by the intruders.

Chang'an stood not far away and looked curiously at the villagers smashing the doors of other people's houses. He was very confused, why should the food grown in his own land be given to those people?

"Stop looking and go back." Wu Zhonglou was used to this and pulled Chang An back.

Zhao Quan's shout came from behind: "We are just looking after the house. When the official collects taxes, he should go to Song Sanshun's house in the east end of the village. He is Song Baqi's son! He should pay the household tax for this family."

Chang'an became angry when he heard this and turned around to glare hard.

Wu Zhonglou quickly pulled her home quickly.

Behind him came the impatient shouts of Xiangzhi: "Stop talking nonsense! Let the head of the household come out quickly!"

They had already collected the transfer tax from Song Sanshun's family, so they naturally knew that this household was not the same as the one over there.

Zhao Quan saw that the deception failed, so he had no choice but to say: "The head of the household has gone to the county seat, how about you come back in a few days?"

Xiangzhi ignored him at all, pushed him away and rushed in.

"I don't have to pay taxes today, so I have to pay for it with grain." Several people rushed into the house, looked around, found two sacks of wheat from the room, and carried them out directly.

Zhao Quan did not dare to stop him. He watched helplessly as the two large bags of food left at home were carried away, and he felt extremely heartbroken.

Although the food does not belong to his family, it is already under his control. Zhao Quan has already acquiesced that it belongs to him. Now, if the food for the winter is gone, what is the point of living here for his own family?

He looked at the tables, chairs and benches in the room, his thoughts moving slightly.

It's better to sell all the things in the house and leave after getting the money. If the two old men bring their sons and daughters to make trouble with him, they will say that they were taken away by the township officials.

Zhao Quan knew that his family was not welcome here, and the people in Songjia Village were as wary of him as they were of thieves. Even when he went to fetch water from Song Sanshun's house, the villagers stopped him from entering the yard.

In this case, while my aunt and her family were away, I sold everything in the house. When my aunt and the others came back, I would come back to ask for her father's compensation.

So that day, Zhao Quan hired an ox cart to load all Song Baqi's tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans and take them away. Finally, even the door panels were removed.

When the villagers saw this, they didn't stop them, but they secretly told Sanshun and his wife, "Go and take a look. Zhao Quan has emptied everything out of your father's house and even removed the gate."

"It's nothing to look at. That's the son of Song Jizu's uncle and his brother-in-law. The things he moved are also Song Jizu's things. What does it have to do with me?" Song Sanshun said calmly.

My father loves his family very much, and treats Zhao Quanquan better than his own son. He only bothers with that matter when his brain is exhausted.

Not to mention emptying the house, even if Zhao Quan demolished the new house, it had nothing to do with him.