Xiao Zhenniang took it and smelled it, and noticed a faint fragrance.
“It’s definitely different, the taste is slightly different.”
"Right." Wen Yanmin put away the small golden ear. "This was sent by Yingbao. It is different from the golden ear sold by the Jiang family. I also bought some from Old Man Jiang, but they are not as effective as the one sent by Yingbao."
Xiao Zhenniang was surprised. "You mean, the Jiang family does have a secret medicine passed down from their ancestors?"
"Yes!" Wen Yanmin nodded: "But his family doesn't use secret medicine to make money."
Xiao Zhenniang was in deep thought.
So it seems that my father-in-law's speculation is true, and it was a good bet to let my family come here.
But how can I buy that kind of golden ear again
Xiao Zhenniang thought of Yingbao and shook her head unconsciously.
I really don't want to be scheming towards that child.
Wen Yanmin added: "If there is good news from Grandfather and Big Brother, you and Shu'er and Bao'er will be able to return to Yuzhou."
Returning to Yuzhou, they can continue to enjoy the family resources and live a life of luxury.
"We'll talk about it when the time comes." Xiao Zhenniang stood up. "The prince has been ill for many years. He can't be cured overnight. It's safest for us to stay here."
Although the mountain village is poor, most people are sensible. My two children have become cheerful here and are much happier than in that strict-rules home. Even my son, who has never liked studying, has become much more sensible and has taken the initiative to study.
Since you have already settled down, you might as well stay for a few more years to cultivate your mind and character, so as to avoid going back and dealing with others and causing unhappiness.
"That's true."
Wen Yanmin likes this village very much. He loves the endless leaves on the ground in autumn and the fragrance of the world in spring. He hopes to live in a peaceful and conflict-free place all his life, watching the falling leaves in autumn and the flowers in spring, and experiencing all kinds of human life.
School ends at noon.
Yingbao picked up her small schoolbag, waved goodbye to Sister Wen, and ran out.
When I left the classroom, I saw Erni and Huzi standing not far away waiting for me.
Erni walked up to her little cousin, took her hand, and went home with her brother.
"Yingbao, you may not know that there is a new student in our class, from Nishimura."
Erni gestured to a place not far away, "As soon as she arrived, she pestered Wen Hengyin with questions, and even asked him if he was a rich man from the county town, and if he could take her to the county town to play. Wen Hengyin was so scared that he didn't dare to talk to her."
Yingbao looked in the direction of Erni's mouth, and saw Chen Zhao holding Wen Hengyin tightly, not knowing what he was saying to him.
Wen Hengyin was obviously very impatient. After failing to break free several times, he pushed her hard and ran away.
Chen Zhao staggered and nearly fell, and when he turned around he met Ying Bao's eyes.
Yingbao turned her head and said to Erni, "Don't pay attention to her in the future."
In his previous life, all people were divided into two categories in Chen Zhao's eyes: those who could be used and those who were useless.
As long as she thinks that person is valuable to her, she will try every means to please and curry favor with him. But once that person is of no use to her, he is useless and she can turn against him immediately or even betray him.
Yingbao doesn't want her brothers and sisters to be targeted by this kind of person, so the best way is to stay away from her and have no contact with her.
The three of them went home together. They met several villagers on the way, and they all greeted Yingbao warmly.
"Yingbao, school is over!"
"Yingbao just came home."
"Have you eaten, Yingbao? Do you want to come to my house for some?"
Sakura: …
She is just a child, there is no need to be so polite.
When I got home, I heard Chunniang say, "Bao'er, someone wants to buy our big gourd. Do you think we can sell it?"
Yingbao nodded without hesitation: Sell! How much money does he offer
Chunniang: "There are two people who want to buy it. One is offering ten taels, and the other is offering twelve taels. They are both businessmen from the rural street."
Yingbao blinked: "Is it too little? Forget it, I won't sell it." It was far from her expectation.
Now, apart from the deer, her family is most famous for these two big gourds.
Because this thing appeared at the place where her sister and brother were drowning and happened to save them, many villagers believed that the gourds were thrown down by gods from heaven, so they regarded the two gourds as divine objects.
In recent days, several groups of people from other villages have come here specially just to see the gourds. Of course, all the villagers, including children, have come to touch them, almost rubbing the two big gourds until the skin is peeled off.
Even the newborn baby was held by his family and rubbed against the gourd, saying that it was a blessing sent by God.
Later, it became more and more serious. Every day when the villagers came back from the fields, the first thing they would do was to stroll to Jiang Sanlang's house, secretly touch the gourd, and then go home satisfied.
Seeing this, Jiang Sanlang carried one gourd to his new home in Nanpo, and left the other in the old house so that everyone could touch it.
Alas, it is necessary to let them touch it. Even the clan leader, village chief and clan teacher often come to touch it intentionally or unintentionally before leaving satisfied.
"If you don't want to sell it, then don't sell it." In fact, Chunniang was not willing to sell it. After all, this thing was a rare item, and her family was not short of money, so why should she sell it.
But the two gourds were brought back by my little girl after all, so I must ask her opinion first.
"Let's eat first." Chunniang lifted the bamboo cover, and there were already two dishes and a soup on the table.
Cabbage and tofu, a plate of sliced salted eggs, a bowl of vegetable and egg drop soup, and a pot of steaming white rice.
The two younger brothers also ran over, brought stools to their mother and sister, and sat down themselves, waiting for their mother to serve them the food.
"Dad, aren't you coming back for dinner again today?" Yingbao asked as she sat down on the bench.
Chunniang served food to the children. "He was called to build a bamboo shed. Several families in the village want to grow golden fungus. They have already told your father that they want to build the bamboo shed for the mushroom racks first, and then start growing the mushrooms as soon as they have the mushroom seeds. Alas, all the mulberry trees in our Beishan are going to be cut down by those people."
At this moment, every household in the village went secretly to the North Mountain to cut mulberry trees, and it seemed that the North Mountain was almost barren.
Yingbao picked up the bowl and took a few bites. She said, "Why do we have to use mulberry wood? We can use a clay pot instead of mulberry wood."
She had tried it before and found that even if she used a ceramic bowl, as long as the nutrient base was sufficient, golden ears could still grow.
"How can we use a clay bowl as a substitute?" Chunniang was puzzled.
"In the past, we used mulberry wood because it is a dead tree and golden fungus can absorb a small amount of nutrients from it. But now we have wheat bran and rice husks. We can pound them with mulberry wood chips, steam them in a steamer for two hours, let them cool, put them in a jar, and then grow golden fungus on them."
Ying Bao said confidently, "These can be used repeatedly, isn't it better than cutting fresh mulberry wood?"
If the higher-ups knew that the locals dared to cut down trees on a large scale, they would probably be the first to suffer.
Therefore, the villagers must be stopped from going to Beishan to cut mulberry trees.
What is needed for growing mushrooms is dead wood, not fresh wood.
"Is it possible?" Chunniang was very happy. "I will talk to your father later and ask him to order 200 pottery jars. We will also use pottery jars to grow golden fungus in the future."
In fact, the use of mulberry wood as the base was out of helplessness. At that time, we had no money, so we naturally tried to save as much as possible. But now we have money, so we can only buy some jars, four or five coins each, and those that cost one or two hundred are only a few hundred coins.
The mother and her friends were eating when they heard someone outside shouting, "Is Jiang Sanlang home?"
"Who is it?" Chunniang put down her bowl and chopsticks, stood up and went outside.
I saw two burly men standing outside the gate.
Seeing that the visitor was unfamiliar, Chunniang asked, "What do you want to see my husband for?"
One of them said with a smile: "We came here because we admire your reputation and want to see your gourd."