Farmer Fubo is open for business

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhao still had two or three dollars in her hand, so the family could barely afford a meal of thick porridge.

But what's the use of this money?

Not to mention that a family of seven has to eat, even the medicine Song Baqi drinks every day costs a lot of money.

Mrs. Zhao did not dare to go to her nephew to ask for an explanation, because her younger brother Zhao Lu did die digging a well for her family. Even now, Mrs. Zhao still feels guilty.

But life has to go on after all, so Mr. Zhao plans to sell the old house.

However, the old house was burned down and someone died in the well in the backyard, so no one wanted to buy this dangerous land.

However, there are people who want to buy those six acres of fertile land, but the price offered is very low. One acre of land does not even cost three cents.

In desperation, Mrs. Zhao had to go to Song Sanshun again and wanted to borrow some money from him.

This time she did not let her daughter Song Yufeng follow her. Instead, she held her four-year-old granddaughter Song Xiyue in her arms, hoping to get her close to Chang'an.

Walking on the road, Mrs. Zhao whispered to her granddaughter: "Xiyue, I'm afraid you can't go to the capital on behalf of Chang'an. Your second uncle is not dead, he is still a small flag, and maybe he can be promoted to a big one in the future." Officer, if his identity is discovered, no one in our family will survive."

Song Xiyue was unwilling to give in and frowned: "Second uncle is not dead now, but it does not mean that he will not die next year and the year after that. They are fighting the barbarians on the border. How many of them can come back alive? I don't care! Anyway, the capital comes to pick them up. I Definitely going.”

She didn't want to follow the old path of her previous life, be sold into slavery, and die in misery.

Old Zhao was displeased: "Xiyue, why are you so stubborn?"

Song Xiyue suddenly cried and whispered: "Grandma, please help me just once. What do you think our family is like now? If we don't find a way out, we will all starve to death in the future!"

Old Zhao sighed: "Okay, when someone comes from Beijing, I will sell the house and the land, and our family will go with you."

The granddaughter said that if it doesn’t rain in the next three years, the fields will not yield any harvest. What else will the family do with the fields?

It's better to follow her granddaughter to the capital. Even if Mrs. Jiang refuses to take care of her in the future, her family can do some small business in the capital. It's better than dying of drought in the countryside.

Just like Chengye's mother, setting up a small food stall in the city, regardless of being rich and wealthy, there is always no problem in having enough food.

In the past few months, my daughter-in-law, Xiao Zhao, has set up a wonton stall in the county town, and the business is pretty good.

It was his son Song Jizu who was so unlucky and idle every day that he somehow went to the casino. He won two games first and then bought fish and meat for the family when he came back. As a result, one day he lost all the money in the family. He mortgaged his only residence to a gambling house.

If Mrs. Zhao hadn't gone to the county with Song Baqi, her son Song Jizu would still be detained by the gambling house.

Mr. Zhao became angry when he thought of this.

The grandfather and grandson came to the door of Song Sanshun's house, patted the door, and shouted loudly: "Chang'an, open the door, I am your grandmother."

Chang An, who was making a clay statue in the backyard, paused for a moment when his little cousin's voice rang in his mind: "The third uncle's family is so big, how can he get so much money to buy land and build a house?" By the way, he built it by defrauding my grandfather’s money! A full thirty taels! snort! Let him come back sooner or later! 】

Changan frowned and ignored the shouts outside the courtyard gate.

Wu, who was sitting aside, glanced at the courtyard door and said to Chang An and Wu Zhong, "You two, go inside. It's also bright by the window."

Chang'an responded, and together with his uncle, he put everything on the small table into a basket and carried it into the house.

It's afternoon now, Goudan and Little Hoe have both gone home. Chang'an has nothing to do, so he teaches his uncle how to read.

Wu Zhonglou learned very quickly and could learn ten words a day.

Moreover, his handwriting is very correct, better than Chang'an's handwriting.

"Uncle, do you want to take the exam?" Chang'an asked.

Xiao Yuyu said that poor people can take the scientific examination to change their status and become high officials. My uncle is so smart and can read quickly, he will definitely pass the examination.

Wu Zhonglou smiled slightly: "Of course I want to, but studying costs a lot of money, and our family can't afford it."

Chang'an immediately said: "You don't have to spend money to study with me."

Wu Zhonglou nodded.

It was true that he learned to read and write from Chang'an for free, but if he wanted to take the imperial examination, he had to go to a serious school, the kind of school recognized by the imperial court, so that he could refer to it later.

When he was nine years old, his mother took him to a private school in Tieniu Town to inquire about it. This is what the private school teacher said. Later, he fell ill and was unable to enroll.

Chang'an saw that his uncle agreed and said proudly: "When I learn a lot of words, you can take the exam."

Wu Zhonglou laughed: "Okay."

Old Mrs. Zhao outside the yard was still knocking on the door, and Chang'an's head was filled with the voice of her little cousin: "Why don't you open the door yet?" Chang'an is so annoying that he dares to ignore his grandmother? The third aunt also hates it. Why didn't she get sick and die like in her previous life? 】

Chang'an turned to look at his aunt outside the window and called her: "Auntie, come in quickly."

She didn't want her aunt to get sick.

Mrs. Wu agreed, picked up a basket of soapberries and entered the house.

He took off his shoes and got on the kang, sat by the big window, and asked Chang An, "What's the matter?"

Chang'an put his palm on his aunt's forehead, silently thinking in his heart not to let her get sick, but the little sapling in his palm did not move at all.

Wu touched Chang'an's little hand and said with a smile, "Auntie doesn't have a fever."

Chang'an roughly understood that if his aunt had not been sick, the little seedlings would not be bright and there would be no fewer leaves.

However, she can transfer the leaves into an object, and the object seems to carry her blessings and wishes.

"Auntie, it's cold outside, stay indoors from now on." She warned seriously.

Wu's heart felt warm and she touched Chang'an's head lovingly: "Auntie knows."

Old Zhao finally calmed down outside the yard, but Chang'an's head was filled with the curses of his little cousin.

She licked her ears and chose to ignore it.

A few more days passed, and September quickly entered.

Wells were drilled in surrounding villages, but very little water came out.

There is no other reason than that it is difficult to dig a deep well solely by manpower. Once you encounter rocks, all your efforts will be lost.

However, this place is a hilly area with a lot of rocks underground. Eight of the ten wells we drilled were blocked by rocks and were eventually abandoned.

Many people simply stopped digging and just took it one day at a time, completely ruining it.

It just so happened that at this time, the county government imposed labor levies again and asked each household to go to the county town to dig a reservoir, which lasted more than 20 days.

Song Sanshun has already separated from Song Baqi, so this time not only Song Sanshun has to go, but Song Jizu also has to go.

Chang'an was worried that her uncle would be out for a long time, so she strung a string of wood soapberries for her uncle to hang around his neck. Of course, she put two bead leaves in the string of beads.

"Uncle, you can't take this off." Chang'an Yin Yin warned: "Wear it even when sleeping."

Song Sanshun: "Well, uncle listens to Chang'an and will keep wearing it and not take it off."

He then said to his wife: "Take care of Chang'an at home and try not to go out. Anyway, our family is not short of anything. If you have anything to do, wait until I come back."

Mrs. Wu nodded, wrapped the kang cake in a clean linen cloth, stuffed it into her husband's backpack, and whispered: "Song Jizu also works as a laborer, so be careful about him."