There is Room For the Poor Daughter

Xiao Yeyang's sudden visit changed the Yan family tremendously.

First of all, Yan Zhigao was not so busy in the prefecture, and the funds for the construction of the river embankment were approved a few days later, and the officials of the yali were no longer the same as before;

Secondly, Mrs. Li has received many invitations and invitations. Even Daohua has also received invitations from several officials from the family. However, she did not go to any of them, and they were all pushed.

In July, the watermelons in Zhuangzi are almost ripe and waiting to be sold. She is very busy.

In the state city, Mrs. Li bought a shop. At this moment, the shop has started to retail watermelons, and the business is very hot.

No way, the Yan family's watermelon is big, juicy, sweet and red. When it is cut and placed at the door of the store, it attracts a large number of people.

It was also at this time that the Yan family really saw the earning ability of Daohua, and they didn't think that her little Zhuangzi was bought by Mrs. Yan's subsidy.

Songheyuan.

Like when she was in her hometown, Daohua settled and kept accounts in front of the old lady, and she played the abacus very smoothly.

Looking at her granddaughter who never stopped smiling, Mrs. Yan shook her head with a smile, and said to Mrs. Li, "Look how happy this girl is, I didn't realize it before, our Daohua is still a money fan."

Daohua raised her head: "That's because our expenses were low in the past. The production of the family's fields is not only enough for our expenses, but also has a surplus. If we live well, naturally we don't need to calculate so much."

"But now, our family's expenses are so large and money is tight. Now that we have the money to sell watermelons, the family can be better off. I'm naturally happy."

Hearing this, Mrs. Li was very relieved. When my daughter is so young, she knows that she shares her worries, not only worrying about her worries, but also directly helping her solve the problem.

In previous years, she did not worry less about money, and in the end, it was all hers to piece together and survive alone.

This year, the master was promoted to Zhizhou. She knew that the family would be more nervous about money than before. She was ready to ask the eldest brother and the second brother for help with a cheeky face. Unexpectedly, her daughter's watermelon directly relieved her urgent need.

Mrs. Li looked at Daohua with her head bowed to settle accounts and her eyebrows curved, and her heart was soft.

This girl is so sweet.

"Mother, the watermelons in Zhoucheng are sold very well. When the second uncle comes over, the watermelons brought to the provincial capital will not be as many as expected." Daohua said suddenly.

Mrs. Li smiled and said, "It's fine. Your second uncle also stopped by to see us this time. You can take as much watermelon as you can. The price in the provincial government is definitely higher than that in the state city, so he can't lose it."

Daohua nodded. Before, she was worried that the watermelon would not be sold, so she specially asked her mother to write a letter and asked her eldest and second uncles to help find a way. .

"I won't sell the watermelons in my village. Except for some to give away, the rest will be taken away by the second uncle."

Mrs. Li had no objection: "Zhuangzi is yours, you can do whatever you want."

Mrs. Yan sat aside, eating the grapes sent by Zhuangzi, and said, "You still plant a lot of grapes on Zhuangzi, what are you going to do?"

Daohua: "There are too few grapes. I only planted some in the yard of Zhuangzi. I don't plan to sell them. I will keep them for ourselves or give them away. By the way, I still want to learn how to make wine."

When Yan Zhigao brought Yan Zhiyuan and Yan Zhiqiang in, he just heard these words.

Yan Zhiyuan relied on being an elder and said directly: "Daohua, you can't just spoil things. Listen to the second uncle, grapes are precious, if you want to learn to make wine, you should use something else."

Daohua shook her head and blurted out, "How can I do this? I want to make wine, and nothing else can replace it."

Being rejected directly by the younger generation, Yan Zhiyuan's face was a little unsightly: "You are a little girl, you know what winemaking is, and you are completely ruining things."

Daohua was a little unhappy in her heart, but she still said, "Second uncle, I have to learn it because I don't understand it. No one is born with all kinds of skills."

Yan Zhiyuan's words were pushed back again, and his face was a little unbearable.

Mrs. Li looked at Yan Zhiyuan, but didn't speak to ease the atmosphere. Her daughter, Zhuangzi, hadn't even interfered in the affairs of her mother, and he, the uncle, was welcome.

On the side, Yan Zhigao was afraid to put down the tea bowl in his hand, and said to Daohua: "Your second uncle is right, didn't you say that there are not many grapes grown, otherwise, don't learn to brew that kind of wine this year. Next year, you will learn more."

Wine is something that only princes and nobles can afford. Is it so well brewed?

Moreover, he and the second brother thought the same thing. Before putting this thing, he had eaten a few grapes at the banquet of the champion in the year of being a junior scholar. This thing is more expensive than watermelon, and he used it to learn to make wine. , too wasteful.

Daohua frowned slightly. She didn't like the feeling of being pointed at others. She used what she planted herself, and it didn't interfere with anything at home.

Mrs. Yan knew Daohua's temperament, and she frowned to know what she was thinking, and immediately smiled and scolded at Brother Yan Zhigao: "It's useless for your things, what are you doing there?"

When the old lady opened her mouth, Brother Yan Zhigao didn't want to talk too much, so let it go.

At this time, a maid came to report that it was the uncle's master.

Hearing this, Mrs. Li looked happy, and Daohua hurriedly put down her abacus and stood up.

Mrs. Yan smiled: "I was talking about it just now, but it happened to be here, the boss, the boss's daughter-in-law, why don't you go and greet me soon."

Daohua: "Grandma, I'll go too."

Mrs. Yan waved her hand: "Go, go, it's all about you girl."

Yan Zhigao stood up and followed the mother and daughter out. Over the years, the Li family had helped him a lot, so he had to go and greet his second uncle.

After the family of three left, Yan Zhiyuan said cheerfully, "Daohua is really close to the Li family."

Mrs. Yan squinted at him: "That's because the Li family treats Daohua well. Daohua is a grateful person and naturally gets close to the Li family."

Yan Zhiyuan said embarrassingly: "Mother, you are too busy with rice flowers. You don't even know about grapes, they are rare here in Xingzhou, especially those grown in our family. They are big, plump, juicy and delicious. They are used to learn to make wine. What a waste."

Mrs. Yan said rudely: "What's our family's, that's someone's Daohua's."

Yan Zhiyuan choked: "Look at what Mother said, isn't Daohua from Yan's family?"

Mrs. Yan said lightly: "Second brother, you put away your little thoughts for me. Over the years, our family has not been separated. The big and small things in the family are supported by your elder brother and sister-in-law, and it is not a loss. Little by little, I'll leave it here today, about Daohua's things, give me less advice."

Yan Zhiyuan felt a little uncomfortable: "Mother, who do you take me for? Am I the kind of person who cares about my niece?"

Mrs. Yan snorted coldly: "Do you know that you and your daughter-in-law are good at calculating, and now I don't bother to care about the two of you, remember, it's up to you, after a hundred years, the old lady will not lose a cent. You; don't worry about what's not yours."

Yan Zhiyuan looked a little embarrassed, and did not speak.

Seeing this, Yan Zhiqiang hurried to smooth things out: "This year, it's my fault that I didn't take care of it. When rice flowers were planting grapes, I was busy with the fields. Next year, next year, I will dedicate a plot of land to plant grapes. There won't be enough to eat."

Yan Zhiyuan glanced at Yan Zhiqiang, a little speechless.

Is it a matter of enough food?

This is the problem that this junior Daohua didn't take his elder in the eye, okay?