Autumn came to the field to dry the mud, and the chickens walked up the ridge. People are busy turning their backs to the north, and turning to the west every day. Sweeping sickle is almost like wind, sweating like rain. Spring is tired for March, just to stay this season.
People with fields everywhere are busy, taking advantage of the heat and no rain to take back the grain, otherwise an autumn rain will fall, and the harvest will be reduced in a blink of an eye.
The speed of the Zhuangzi Zhuangzi is obviously faster than that of the other Zhuangzi. There is no difference in wearing. The only difference is the tool in the hand, the sickle. The sickle of the Zhangwang Zhuangzi is slightly longer than the handle used by others, and the knife is also A little longer, the curvature is also a little bigger.
After seeing the sickle here, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan found that they were different from what they had seen before. They discussed and felt that the difference might be due to regional differences. More importantly, in the process of inheritance, the working people are the same. A little bit of improvement, in that case, two people specially paid for someone to make a batch.
At this point, it seems that the speed is indeed much faster.
Another reason for speeding up is the physical condition. The small benefits given by the two masters of Zhang Wang made the farmers healthier than other farmers, and the diet was much better. The mechanical work was all about endurance. And resistance to sunlight.
Adding up a few points, the speed of the two dealers has increased by half than elsewhere.
Others were busy, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan also ran outside, squatting in the shade of the big tree and drawing circles with small wooden sticks. Zhang Xiaobao used a ruler to make a picture for Li Cheng to figure out, while Wang Juan was there to draw other things. .
"You are... a combine harvester? Good idea. I will draw a refinery here, and I will provide you with oil for the machine at that time. You painted diesel oil, right?"
Zhang Xiaobao just figured out two small graphics games, and when he turned his head, he saw the things drawn in front of Wang Juan, two large machines, the front harvesting and threshing, and the back responsible for dust loading.
"Don't look down on people, how long has it taken from the invention of the steam engine to the satellite going to the sky? When the white steam came out of the front of the car, the wheels of history..."
"The wheel of history has been run over by the sweat of countless people, countless people, not a liar and a policeman can do it, he includes..."
"I know, doesn't it include the accumulation of various disciplines, just draw a picture without saying how to make it, when will people go to the mountains to block up those big natural ponds? Freshwater crabs bought from elsewhere? , Small shrimps and small fishes are still raised in ponds. If they are bigger, they won’t fit."
Wang Juan made a cross on the picture he drew with a wooden stick, patted his hand and asked Zhang Xiaobao.
Zhang Xiaobao looked at the people working in the field and hesitated and said, "Why do you have to wait until they finish their work? I really can’t go to the capital to buy some real estate and build a bigger bath there. Will anyone go there?”
"It will cause trouble, unless you want to take refuge in a certain force, do you think?" Wang Juan poured cold water on Zhang Xiaobao.
"If you don't want to, just keep the stones at home, as well as fungus and white fungus. Don't sell them for now. Keep them. After another two years, people's living standards will improve. The price will be good if you take them out. Things can be stored for a long time, and we will release them when our talent pool is almost ready."
Zhang Xiaobao whispered a few words, and Wang Juan also agreed with him and said: "Yes, there are too few people around who can stand alone. If you let it go out to do business, you will suffer a loss. First take a small shop to exercise and wait for Cheng County. Ling Sheng has gone up, let's continue to train new county magistrates here.
Let the county magistrate Cheng draw more people over there. For the existing officials and the students who will rush for the exam in the future, I agree to open an inn in the capital and find a slightly remote place to buy it. If it doesn’t work, it’s just outside the city. Listen to Zhou Xihu. As the uncle said, the surrounding area is also prosperous. "
"Okay, I understand what you mean. Give those students who go to the capital to prepare for the exam a little bit. Out of a hundred people, even if only one person passes the exam, it will be of great help to us. There are other subjects. Just set it up, let’s go and see what we will eat tonight?"
After discussing business with Wang Juan, Zhang Xiaobao stood up and walked towards the cooking place. There were a few large pots up there, and the people who boiled water and chopped vegetables were busy. A large slice of pork belly, and some Throw a green vegetable or dried vegetables into the pot.
Before getting closer, a scent of scallion fried pot came over. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan sniffed and nodded in satisfaction. There was a lot of oily fume here. There was no slick oil, and the pork belly was directly fried. It should taste good at times.
"The little son and the little lady are here? It's hot, sit here." As soon as the worker saw the two little ancestors on the Zhuangzi dangling closer, there was a woman in her thirties who had inflexible legs and found two. The small bench moved the umbrella that was specially supported for them again, just blocking the two of Zhang Xiaobao.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan don’t want to disturb others, but they can see that they have finished their things and can only enjoy them. They understand that sometimes there are things you can’t refuse. If you really want to leave at this time, the dealer must be dissatisfied with the master’s family. , If the two ancestors go back and talk about today's affairs, the master will still feel that the account is disrespectful to the owner.
As soon as the two of them sat down, a low table was placed in front of them. The pork belly prepared for the inner courtyard was cut into thin slices and placed on a wooden plate and placed on the table. A small table was placed next to it. Dish of garlic sauce.
After the garden is finished, the cucumbers that have been preserved until now will be flattened, marinated with salt and garlic, and topped with some sesame oil for Zhang Xiaobao to eat.
Zhang Xiaobao dipped a piece of meat on the plate, and before he could taste anything, he said, "Okay, it's delicious, it's so fragrant."
"Well, it's fragrant if you smell it." Wang Juan also echoed.
As soon as the words of the two people fell, just as they thought, happy smiles appeared on the faces of the people around them. A compliment can make them happy for a day.
"It tastes really good, isn't it Xiaobao?" Wang Juan also ate a piece of meat, licking the oil around the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and asked Zhang Xiaobao.
"Well, the garlic sauce hasn’t been soaked in the aniseed. The bubble aniseed is better. It is cooked well, fat but not greasy, thin but not firewood. We will make it tomorrow. We will not cook it and cut it into slices. Copy it with boiling water, wash off the slick oil and blood on the top, put the chicken broth under the drawer, and steam it on the pot, just like making pork."
Zhang Xiaobao still felt that there could be a better way of eating, and Wang Juan agreed with his head when he heard it.
"Here is the boss, you see, how good the rice is, please slow down the boss."
Just when Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were half full, a group of people came from Xiaoqiao. When they got to the place of cooking, a man wearing a cyan silk shirt and a frown on his head faced a rich body. People with pale yellow sloping shoulders, wide-leg trousers underneath, and narrow shoes talking.
"What do they do?" Wang Juan put down his chopsticks and mumbled.
"I don't know, usually when I see a person like this speaking to a person like that, they usually appear as the villain. The acting skills are not as good as Song Jinggong's. This obviously says on the face that I am a bad person."
Zhang Xiaobao joked to Wang Juan and said that he didn't care who came. Now the two families are no better than before. They are also officials at any rate, not the kind of soft persimmon that makes people okay.
"Well, good, good place. One mu of land can produce more than four stones of grain. I heard that there is a market here, why haven't I seen it?"
The boss looked around his stomach shyly, and asked the kid just now.
"If you go back to the house, you are all busy. Maybe you can only come out at night. The house, you sit and stand up weirdly tired." The man said, he fixed his eyes on Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan, exactly under the buttocks. On the stool.
"Dang Cang" the sound of a few coins rolling on the table, the man said to Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan: "Little boy, stand up, these coins are yours."
"Yes, there is a running dog posture." Wang Juan said to Zhang Xiaobao looking at the coins on the table, but his voice was not so small that everyone around him could hear it.
"Indeed, how else would anyone say that dogs look down on people? That's probably how it came about." Zhang Xiaobao also followed.
At this time, the cooking people around had stopped their work and surrounded the group of people with various tools. The vegetable cutter stood in front of Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan with a kitchen knife. The blood fell drop by drop, splashing on the ground into a small black pit.
"You, what are you doing? Know, know, who am I?" The person who spoke just now has already reacted. Hearing the words of the two children, he knows that his status is not low, and he regrets and fears. Said generally.
"Sick, if you don't get me back, how can you let the nobleman give up his position? Everyone, I am usually not strict in discipline, so this kid is a little domineering. I am not paying it here. I don't know which family of these two nobles belong to. child?"
Just when the kid was worried that he would be beaten, the owner behind him promptly stood up to round the field. He could see clearly that the two little boys were wearing ordinary clothes, but their faces and hands were exposed. It's white and tender, but ordinary farmers' children can't do this.
"Blindly asking what? Where did you come from? What did you do?" The one in charge of the cooking place did not answer the other's words, but looked at several people with suspicion and asked back.
"This is our owner. I will come here to see you here. The autumn harvest and so much food can't be sold. Our owner wants all of them. Ten cents will be paid."
He knew that it was time for him to speak, pointed at the land that had not yet been harvested, and offered a very high purchase price.