Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 80 Service

  Man Bao cleaned the last grain of rice in the bowl, touched his stomach and said, "Mother, I'm full."

   Qian’s eating slowly, reached out and touched her protruding belly, and said with a smile: “Let’s go play.”

  Man Bao has time to care about their accounts, "Mother, what about our money for selling Centella Asiatica and Chinese yam?"

   Qian said: "Your eldest brother took it to buy you cotton and fabric."

  Man Bao stayed for a while.

  Friday Lang and the others raised their heads. He bit his chopsticks and looked at Man Bao with tears, hoping that she could fight for their benefit with his mother.

  But this is impossible. Man Bao hasn't clarified the relationship, scratching his head and asking, "Why should I buy cotton and cloth?"

  "Your clothes are short, and you entered the school again. Seeing that winter is about to start, you have to make a new set of clothes. If you don't have enough money, I would like to make one more set for you to replace."

  Man Bao is not stupid. She calculated the money from selling yam and Centella asiatica with her fingers, and said: "There are one thousand and two hundred wen, all spent?"

   "No, it means that your share has been spent." Of course, Qian will not fool the child on the price. What if the child becomes stupid in the future?

  So she said: "The one thousand and two hundred wen is not all yours. After you hand in the father-in-law, won't you still get your elder brother and second elder brother's money? There is not much left on you."

  Man Bao had the final say on her own, and found that it was true, so she didn't care, anyway, her attitude towards money was always the same.

  Friday Lang couldn't help it anymore, and asked quickly: "Mum, where's ours?"

  Qian glanced at him, but said nothing.

Lao Zhoutou raised his head and said, "You? Are you embarrassed to ask for money from your family? In two years, you will marry a daughter-in-law, and you don’t need money to marry a daughter-in-law? All the money you earn will be handed over to your mother. Once you have a family, you will have a private house like your brothers."

  Friday Lang muttered: "Four brothers haven't said to kiss, how can I be so fast?"

  Speaking of this, Lao Zhou looked at the fourth child and asked: "Shiro, how is your driving going?"

  Thursday Lang, who was immersed in hard work, raised his swarthy face and said, "The roots of the tree have been dug out, and the stones have been picked up. Now he is hoeing the ground."

Old Zhou nodded, "Let the old five and six help you in these two days. You are not young anymore. You should learn more. In two days, the new old lady Bai is going to build a house and has already started recruiting workers in the village. Yes, you go too. It’s 30 yuan a day. It’s more money than carrying grain bags in the county."

  Lao Zhoutou has already decided that all the four eldest sons in the family will go, and the fifth and sixth will go to the land to open up wasteland for the fourth, and strive to make more money before the new year.

  After the meal, he also specially recruited Man Bao and asked her to do the calculations for him. How much money her four brothers can make for the family in a month.

  This is a good calculation. Man Bao counted and remembered one thing, and said: "I'm going to serve this year. Third brother can't go for a month. I will calculate again."

  All the adults of Zhou's family were in a daze. Old Zhou grabbed her hand and asked, "What are you talking about, serving this year?"

   "Yes," Man Bao said, "From October 22 to November 21, it will take a month in total."

  Old Zhoutou: "Who told you? I happened to be drawn to our village?"

  Qian and others also sat up straight.

  Friday Lang said: "Man Bao is reading the notice at the gate of the county government, but the chief has not yet come down to inform."

  Lao Zhou's head touched his waist again. He didn't feel the cigarette, so he simply stuffed the empty cigarette gun in his mouth and said nothing for a while.

  Zhou Dalang took the initiative to ask Man Bao, "How is it written on the notice?"

  Manbao has always had a good memory. Although he can't repeat it completely, he also said a lot.

  Zhou Dalang understood, and said: "It's not a draft, that means that every household in the county has to be counted. There are so many people, it's no wonder that I only go for a month."

"It's a big winter, it's enough to go for a month," Old Zhoutou said: "The county master is also true. If you want to serve, how good the time is after the autumn harvest, why do you have to choose it after the winter? This is a cold day. The soil is not easy to dig if it is frozen."

Qian closed his eyes and said, "This is the matter of the county elders. We can just worry about ourselves. Third, go to work and save a little effort. If your body can't stand it, don't force it. Your brothers will go for you."

  She said: "You are not the only male in your family. You have many brothers. It's just a turn."

  Wednesday Lang responds.

  Qian said to Xiao Qian again: "Starting tomorrow, cook a handful of grains to make up for the third child, make up for a month, and raise the body a little bit, and be patient."

  Xiaoqian responded without complaint. This is also the tradition of the Zhou family. Every year, whoever’s turn to serve must be raised for a period of time in advance.

  It’s just that they received the news late in the past, usually only ten days in advance.

  How horrible is the service?

  Don’t talk about Zhou Dalang and Tue Lang, it’s the old Zhou who hasn’t been serving for many years and can’t help but shudder when he thinks of the days when he was young.

  Tonight, the atmosphere of Zhou’s family is a bit dull. Man Bao is still young and can’t remember many things, so she doesn’t know why everyone’s mood is so low after serving.

  But she was well-behaved, didn't make trouble, and didn't ask too much, but when she went to bed at night, she lied on her parents' bed with bright eyes and looked at them.

Qian touched her little head, and said to Lao Zhou: "Serving is a big deal. Now that we know, we will talk to the village chief tomorrow and ask him to inquire whether it is true, and if it is true. , The people in the village should prepare earlier."

  Old Zhou responded and said in silence: "The dry food for the third child should be thicker."

  Qian said in a low voice: "I know."

   Seeing Man Bao looking at them with round eyes, Qian smiled at her and said, “Don’t worry, your third brother has always been in good health, and he will be able to come back safely this time.”

   "Mother, don't you serve to dig water conservancy and build roads? The village often digs water conservancy and roads."

  Qian said: "That's different. In the village, the roads are built and the pits are filled. Everyone is free to work, and the home is in the place where you turn around. How is it the same?"

   Water conservancy, let alone digging a few hoes.

"The service in the county is different..." But as for the difference, Qian didn't tell Man Bao. No matter how she asked, she smiled and said, "You are still young, you will know when you grow up. "

  Man Bao pursed his lips and went to ask Ke Ke instead.

  The system went to the encyclopedia to search for a while, and then became silent. After a long time, he said: "In this era where the host is, the historical records of service are very difficult, and the dead are normal."

  Man Bao, a jealous spirit, quickly asked: "Will my third brother die too?"

“Serving is voluntary labor. Although the county government will distribute some food, the quantity is very small. It is mainly filled with food brought by itself,” the system said: “Moreover, October is winter. When it's cold, it's easy to die if you get sick."

  Man Bao became worried for an instant, "Can you not go?"

  　 The background was stuck for a while, and I almost saved it for the next day’s deposit. What a pity

  (End of this chapter)