There is Room For the Poor Daughter

The next morning, under the leadership of Yan Zhiqiang, Daohua and Mrs. Yan set off for the newly purchased Zhuangzi.

Yan Wenxiu and other boys want to study, but they can't go. And the three Yan Yihuan did not go because Mrs. Li wanted to stay to see Mrs. Ya, and the old lady could not take care of so many people by herself.

Sun's had time, but she grew up in the countryside since she was a child. She was used to seeing the fields and farming, and was not interested in Zhuangzi at all. If she had worked in Zhuangzi, she might as well think about dressing.

Mrs Wu wanted to take care of Yan Wenhui, but she found out that she was pregnant a month ago. Although she wanted to take a look at Zhuangzi, she was worried that the carriage was bumpy and the tire was inflated, so she didn't follow.

Zhuangzi was just outside the prefecture, and it took less than an hour to arrive.

Yan Zhiqiang first took Mrs. Yan and Daohua to Dazhuangzi.

When they got to Zhuangzi, Mrs. Yan followed Yan Zhiqiang to see the tenants, while Daohua took Wang Maner to see the fields.

It was almost noon when Daohua returned to Zhuangzi.

Seeing the sweat seeping from Daohua's forehead, Mrs. Yan immediately called her to her and wiped the sweat off herself with a handkerchief: "Although it's April now, the weather is still a little cold, so I went out for a run. Don't catch a cold."

Daohua responded with a smile, and then said, "Grandmother, I took a look. The fields of our village are pretty good, and the soil is quite fertile."

Mrs. Yan was irritated and funny: "Your third uncle is an old-fashioned farmer. How can he be wrong when he sees it in person?"

Daohua hurriedly shook her head: "I didn't mean that, I just wanted to say that the Zhuangzi chosen by the third uncle is really good." After speaking, she smiled and gave Yan Zhiqiang a thumbs up.

Yan Zhiqiang shook his head and smiled, then sighed again: "We bought this village too late. I originally planned to use our own grain seeds, but unfortunately, the spring seeds have already been sown."

Daohua: "Grandma, uncle, I just took a look. There are many dry fields that are still empty. Didn't I leave watermelon seeds last year? Let's use those fields to grow watermelons!"

After the Yan family came to Xingzhou, there are more places to use money. She has seen Mrs. Li sighing at the ledger several times, and she has also encountered Pingtong going out with Mrs. Li's dowry jewelry, which should be a pawn. .

Watermelon was a relatively rare fruit in ancient times, and its selling price was relatively high. After harvesting, it could also alleviate the imbalance of Yan's family's income and expenditure, and the uncle's family had a sales outlet in the provincial government, so there was no worry about not being able to sell it.

Yan Zhiqiang hesitated: "Is it too late to plant now?"

Daohua: "No, we planted it ten days later, no problem." Those watermelon seeds were left over from the watermelons planted in the space, and there was absolutely no problem with the quality.

Yan Zhiqiang couldn't make up his mind and looked at Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yan thought of the two acres of lush watermelon fields last year, she was silent for a while, and said: "Plant!"

Although the Yan family is now headed by the eldest daughter-in-law, she still has a general understanding of the Yan family's financial situation. Over the years, the family has been supported by the eldest daughter-in-law with dowry.

Now that the children are getting older day by day, they need money for weddings and dowries. If they don't want to find a way to save some money, they will not be able to talk about their grandchildren's marriages in the future.

Seeing that the old lady made a decision, Yan Zhiqiang stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, in his mind, he will do whatever the old lady says.

After that, Mrs. Yan and a few people had lunch in the village, and in the afternoon they went to the small village in Daohua.

The previous big Zhuangzi belonged to the Yan family, and it was difficult for Daohua to make decisions, but the little Zhuangzi belonged to her, so after turning Zhuangzi around, Daohua immediately called Zhuangtou.

Zhuang Tou is a dark-skinned uncle in his forties. He looks quite honest and honest, but from his behavior in reporting the situation in Zhuangzi to Mrs. Yan, it can be seen that he is quite shrewd.

In particular, he didn't have any perfunctory attitude towards Daohua, who was only 9 years old. No matter what Daohua asked, he answered in great detail.

Daohua: "Uncle Zheng, how many vacant lots are there in Zhuangzi now?"

Zhuangtou Zheng Xinghe didn't dare to hide the slightest: "If you say back to the girl, the tenants are very diligent, and now there are only 20 acres of land that has not been planted, but girl, don't worry, I will tell the tenants later, let them Plant the land quickly, you won't miss the spring plowing."

Daohua: "No need, I have other uses for the 20 acres of land. Later, I will give you a batch of watermelon seeds, and the land will be used for watermelon cultivation."

In ancient times, there was no girl who did not marry. In this regard, she was powerless to change. The Yan family had too many children and her family was too thin. In order to live better in her husband's family in the future, she had to save more dowry for herself.

Zheng Zhuang looked embarrassed, hesitated for a while and said, "Girl, watermelon is a precious thing, neither I nor the tenants can grow it!"

Daohua: "It's okay, I will plant it, and I will teach you when the time comes."

Zheng Zhuangtou looked startled. He could inquire clearly that the new owner of Zhuangzi was the Zhizhou family who had just come to Xingzhou, and the girl in front of him must be the young lady of the Zhizhou family.

Does the lady of the official family also farm?

Zheng Zhuangtou's expression was so obvious that even Yan Zhiqiang could see his doubts and said with a smile, "Our Yan family is a graduate student. The children in the family have been dealing with the fields since they were young, and they can do common farm work."

Hearing this, Zheng Zhuangtou's face relaxed a lot. The owner understands the things in the fields and the hard work of serving the fields, so their lives will be better.

Daohua: "Uncle Zheng, I want to grow medicinal herbs and fruit trees in the barren hills behind Zhuangzi. Can you find the mature fruit tree seedlings?"

Zheng Zhuang nodded his head: "Shunning Temple on the outskirts of the city has planted a lot of fruit trees, and they sell some fruit tree seedlings every year."

Daohua: "Go and buy a batch of saplings, I want every kind of fruit tree, the sooner the better."

Zheng Zhuangtou looked at Mrs. Yan and Yan Zhiqiang, and when he saw that neither of them spoke, he nodded in agreement.

After he left, Daohua took Madam Yan's arm and said, "Grandmother, I took a look. Zhuangzi has done a good job. How about we stay here for a few days?"

Seeing that Mrs. Yan seemed to object, Daohua immediately said: "Grandmother, we have missed the best planting time for spring ploughing. If I don't watch it here, I won't be at ease, and you don't want the watermelons that I have worked so hard to collect. It must have been ruined by tenants who couldn't grow it."

Mrs. Yan was still a little hesitant: "If you don't go back, your parents should be worried."

Daohua: "What's the matter? We have the third uncle by our side. I'll send someone back to talk to my mother later."

Mrs. Yan was so worn out by Daohua that she looked at the room in Zhuangzi and nodded in agreement when she saw that it was clean and tidy.