There is Room For the Poor Daughter

After the Double Ninth Festival, the days of Daohua have returned to the same as before.

After class every day, after finishing the homework assigned by Master Shen, he went to the old lady's yard and tended the flowers and plants in the yard together with the old lady.

Recently, Daohua has read several ancient books on grafting, and is eager to study flower grafting and cultivate some special flowers and plants.

In ancient times, there were not many types of flowers and plants suitable for potted plants. In addition, due to the geographical barriers, the flowers and plants that can be usually seen are actually a little single.

Nowadays, the flower shop sells some common flower species, and other flower shops are also selling. If the flower shop business is to continue to flourish, she feels that the flower shop must be irreplaceable.

In the yard, Mrs. Yan saw that Daohua was destroying flowers, and she felt a little distressed. She wanted to stop it. This girl had to say that she was improving flower seeds, so she didn't say it or didn't say it.

"Mother, you don't talk about rice flowers, even if you have a lot of flowers and plants in your yard, you won't be spoiled by rice flowers!"

When everyone said goodbye recently, they could see rice flowers with muddy hands pulling up and throwing them at the flowers and plants in the yard, but they didn't pay much attention to Yan Zhigao in the backyard, and they knew that the eldest daughter was ruining the flowers and plants in the old lady's yard. .

One evening, the Yan family was waiting in the old lady's yard for dinner, and Yan Zhiyuan couldn't help complaining to the old lady.

This time, before the old lady said anything, Yan Zhiqiang, who has never been very talkative, explained it to Daohua.

"The rice flower is not affected by the flowers and plants, she is improving the flower seeds."

Yan Zhiyuan sneered: "Third brother, I admit that rice flowers are really good at planting and raising flowers, but you said that she is a little girl who improved flower seeds, is it a bit too much? I think it's almost a joke."

"It's not that I don't know your second brother. I've been with my eldest brother over the years, and I've been in and out of a lot of wealthy people. Those people with deep backgrounds can have flower farmers who take care of flowers and plants. I heard that someone has a new flower?"

"Other people don't talk about it, just say the first family in Xingzhou City, the Zhou family. Mrs. Zhou is notorious for loving flowers, but isn't his family's planting of flowers that everyone knows well?"

After speaking, Yan Zhiyuan smiled and looked at Yan Zhigao and Mrs. Li.

"Big brother, big sister-in-law, I know that this year our family is a little more relaxed because of selling watermelons, but I think it is necessary to save where we should save instead of extravagance, right?"

This time it was Yan Zhiqiang who refuted Yan Zhiyuan: "Second brother, you are right, but our rice flowers are very good at things in the fields. She said that by improving flower seeds, she is improving flower seeds."

As he spoke, he looked at Yan Zhigao without waiting for Yan Zhiyuan to speak: "Brother, all the autumn crops on Zhuangzi have been harvested this year, and I have sent the account book to my sister-in-law."

"I won't say anything else, just say that the same acre of paddy field, ordinary rice seeds, can only harvest about 4 stone of grain, and the rice seeds that have been improved by rice flowers can be harvested at least about 1 stone more, and wait for them. It is not impossible for people who are more refined to charge 2 more stones."

Hearing this, other people didn't feel it very much, but Yan Zhigao, who has always paid attention to people's livelihood, stood up with a swipe and asked eagerly, "Is what you said true? Didn't you lie to me?"

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people present, he would have rushed up to shake the third brother to see if he was talking nonsense.

Yan Zhiqiang: "Brother, you can look at the account books recorded in our family in previous years and this year's comparison. This year, Zhuangzi bought it a little late and missed the spring ploughing. Otherwise, you can go to the fields to see the harvest scene with your own eyes."

Yan Zhigao stared at Yan Zhiqiang tightly, seeing his serious face and no signs of lying, his heart was overwhelmed with excitement.

What is performance?

Keeping the people well fed and clothed is the greatest political achievement and his original intention as an official.

Yan Zhigao didn't care that there were other people present, rubbed his hands together, and walked around the room excitedly.

Seeing this, everyone was surprised.

In order to maintain the majesty of the head of the family, Yan Zhigao has always been unremarkable in front of the Yan family. It is very rare to show his emotions without reservation.

"Where's the ledger? Go and show it to me!"

Yan Zhigao wandered around for a while, and quickly grabbed Yan Zhiqiang and asked.

Yan Zhiqiang didn't expect Yan Zhigao to be so excited, and was a little stunned for a while.

"Third brother, you're talking. Where's the ledger?" Yan Zhigao couldn't do it in a hurry. He really followed his inner thoughts and grabbed Yan Zhiqiang and shook it a few times.

At this time, Mrs. Yan spoke up and looked at her eldest son angrily: "Boss, let go of your third brother, look at your current appearance, you look a little knowledgeable."

Yan Zhigao retracted his hand embarrassedly: "Mother, isn't my son excited!"

Seeing that the eldest son was really anxious, the old lady called Sun Ma: "Go, bring me the ledger in the inner box."

During the waiting period, Yan Zhiyuan didn't believe it and looked at Yan Zhiqiang: "Third brother, I know you like that girl Daohua, but don't lie to eldest brother just to speak for her!"

"boom!"

The old lady put the teacup in her hand heavily on the table: "The second child, the third child never lies, don't you know?"

Seeing this, Yan Zhigao's heart was brought back by what Yan Zhiyuan said. Mother is like this. I think what the third brother just said should be true.

"I"

Yan Zhiyuan choked, just about to defend himself, when Sun Ma came out with the ledger.

Yan Zhigao eagerly took the account book, looked at the immature handwriting on the account book, and said in surprise, "Is the account book written by Daohua?"

The old lady smiled and said: "Your daughter said that only by clearly understanding the harvest in the fields can we better improve the grains. No, since she and the third uncle agreed, she kept the accounts of the family. ."

Yan Zhigao looked very carefully, and the ledger records were also very careful. There were records of the harvest of paddy fields, dry land, and even barren land and barren mountains.

The more he looked, the more shocked Yan Zhigao became.

The records in this ledger are clearer and more detailed than those in the yamen.

There is a comparison of the harvests of paddy fields and dry land, and even the comparison of different types of grain yields, and the comparison table is used to make the scene clear.

"Mother, is this really written by Daohua?" Yan Zhigao asked again, with disbelief in his tone.

The old lady said angrily, "If it wasn't for her, I could still be my wife!"

Yan Zhigao looked at Yan Zhiqiang again, and Yan Zhiqiang nodded immediately.

At this moment, Daohua came in, and seeing that no one in the room said a word, she was a little puzzled: "What's wrong with everyone?" After speaking, she sat next to the old lady, "Grandma, I'm hungry, and I haven't cooked yet. ?"

"Daohua, Dad asked you, did you keep this ledger?" Yan Zhigao asked while holding the ledger.

Daohua saw that it was a record book of the family's grain harvest, and immediately regained his spirit.

It is not a day or two that she wants to promote her grains. The grain yield of the ancients was so low that many people could not get enough to eat. It's not a white one from ancient times.

"Yes, father, let me tell you, the grains I have improved are very good. When do you think they will be promoted in Xingzhou City?"

The previous experience of escaping had touched her too deeply.

It is really hungry and grief-stricken everywhere!

She thought that she missed the spring ploughing this year, and the matter of grain crops would not be mentioned until next year at least, but she did not expect happiness to come so suddenly.

Looking at the eldest daughter who seemed to be more excited than himself, Yan Zhigao shook his head.