"Yo, the boy is back? Where are you going out so late?" Wen Li smiled warmly, greeted Yu Qingze very warmly, and inquired secretly.
The little brother behind him stuck his head out, saw Yu Qingze, and hid back again.
Yu Qingze:…
"Uncle?" Yu Qingze nodded and called out. He glanced at Chang Le and the others and found that their faces were not very good.
"Oh, Xiaoshi is good, Xiaoshi is good." Wen Li waited for Yu Qingze to walk into the main room, approached him, and asked, "Where are you from, young man? How old are you this year? Are you married? What other relatives do you have at home? How did you come to Niutou Village? now…”
The little brother beside him also secretly looked up at Yu Qingze.
Yu Qingze was dizzy by this series of questions, and quickly reached out to stop Wen Li, very sad and authentic: "Uncle, I'm 28 this year, I live in the north, I lost my luggage on the way here, and now I have no money and don't know how to pick it up How are you going to spend your days?"
"Oh... that's it." Hearing Yu Qingze say that she is now penniless and still so old, Wen Li suddenly lost interest, and the smile on her face faded a lot.
Then, he turned around and said to Grandpa Chang and Chang Le: "Dad, Brother Le, you should think about it again. They are very satisfied with Brother Le, there will be no shop after this village. Also, This is the gift that was brought over there today."
Wen Li took out a small wooden box from her arms and placed it on the table, opened it, and inside was a silver bracelet wrapped in velvet.
"Look, the pattern on this is so beautiful, it suits our brother Le. Brother Le, come here and try it on." Wen Li picked up the silver bracelet and pulled Chang Le's hand again. Put it on his hand.
Chang Le quickly broke free, took a step back, and waved to Wenli.
"Oh, you child, you are still shy, you always want to get married..."
Grandpa Chang glared at Wen Li and said, "What to marry! Didn't Xiaole say that he would not agree! You have to fix these messy things again, believe it or not, I will break your legs!" After speaking, Grandpa Chang went to Look for a pole in the corner.
Chang Le and Chang Hao didn't move, Yu Qingze quickly stepped aside.
"Hey, Dad, what are you doing? I'm also doing it for the good of Brother Le. He is so old, so he can't help but get married... Hey, don't fight, don't fight, I'm leaving, I'm leaving... "
Wen Li ran out while shouting. When the little brother saw him, he hurriedly ran after him. On the way, he turned around and glanced at Yu Qingze again.
"Wait!" Grandpa Chang shouted.
Wen Li thought that the old man had changed his mind, and turned her head happily.
"Take the things away!" Grandpa Chang pointed to the empty box on the table.
Wen Li hurried back and took the box away, muttering as she left, "Dad, don't be so stubborn..."
Wen Li wanted to say more, but Grandpa Chang raised the pole in his hand, and he hurriedly ran away.
After Wen Li and the two left the courtyard, Chang Le stepped forward to take the pole from Grandpa Chang's hand and put it back in the corner.
Grandpa Chang sighed, turned to Yu Qingze and said, "I'll let you see a joke."
Yu Qingze shook his head, did not answer, and did not know how to answer. Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and this is not something he can inquire about or intervene in.
"By the way, have you asked the village chief about the household registration? What did he say?" asked Grandpa Chang.
Yu Qingze shook his head and said, "It's not easy to handle. It is said that if you buy one mu of land in the village, you can report it for processing. However, one mu of land needs fifty taels, so you have to make money first."
When Grandpa Chang heard the words, he sighed and comforted him: "Take your time, there is always a way. If it doesn't work, just go to a remote place, where the fields are not so expensive."
Yu Qingze nodded, turned around and handed the two wooden boards in his hand to Chang Le and Chang Hao, which he asked the village chief to make with some leftovers.
"What is this?" Chang Hao asked as he took the board. The plank in his hand was about a foot wide and two feet long, with small wooden slats nailed around it.
Yu Qingze replied, "It's for you to write for."
Hearing that it was written for them, Chang Le and Chang Hao shifted his attention instantly. He looked at the wooden board and was a little suspicious. He couldn't erase the writing on it, and it was useless after writing. Oh.
How could Yu Qingze not know what they were thinking, he smiled and said, "I don't want you to write with firewood, but put sand or soil in it, and after you finish writing, you can smooth it out and continue writing."
Having said that, Yu Qingze added, "It's best to use fine sand, it's convenient and clean."
The two brothers suddenly realized. Chang Hao happily said to Chang Le: "Brother, we will go to the river to pack some sand and come back at noon tomorrow!"
There is a big river not far in front of the village, called Qinghe, which flows from west to east, all the way to the seaside. It is also an important river that divides Dasheng from north to south.
Chang Le's face was full of smiles, and he nodded in agreement.
Then when he woke up early the next morning, Chang Hao saw that there was already a pile of sand in the yard that was drying, and it was still wet. Obviously, he had just gotten it back.
When he came home at noon and the sand was dry, Chang Hao couldn't wait to take out two wooden trays, spread the sand into the trays, and then used his fingers to write stroke by stroke the words he had learned in the past two days - Chang Hao, his name .
"Brother Yu, look, I can write my name!" Chang Hao put the wooden plate in front of Yu Qingze who was picking vegetables and asked, "Do you think I wrote it right?"
"Let me take a look." Yu Qingze glanced at it, the words written by the young man were still a little loose, and the shape was not very good-looking, but it was indeed written correctly, so he extended his thumb and praised him, "Written right, great!"
In the past two days, when they have free time, the two brothers are writing and drawing on the ground. Yu Qingze knows that they have learned it.
Chang Hao raised his head happily and asked, "My brother can do it too. Can you teach us new characters that night? My brother's name?"
Yu Qingze: "Yes."
After dinner, Chang Hao happily ran towards Yu Qingze with a wooden board and a firewood head. Yu Qingze picked up the pen, oh no, when he picked up the firewood and was about to write, he suddenly thought that 'le' has traditional Chinese characters, unlike 'chang' and 'hao', the traditional and simplified characters are the same.
He can't let go. After struggling for a second, he turned his head to look at Chang Hao's expectant eyes and asked, "Why don't we learn Grandpa's name first, and when I come back from work, I'll teach your brother's name?"
Chang Hao thought about it for a while. Grandpa's name was also to be learned, so he said, "Okay. Then I can learn three words today!"
Grandpa Chang's name is 'Chang Dashan'.
Yu Qingze happily wrote the word 'Dashan' and the sequence of strokes on the wooden board.
"Grandpa's name has so few strokes?" Chang Hao was surprised, 'Dashan', it's only six strokes together.
Yu Qingze smiled, "Yes, because these two characters are both pictographs, how do you usually gesture when something is big?"
"That's it." Chang Hao opened his arms and made a big movement.
Yu Qingze said: "Look, you straighten your arms and open your feet a little bit, doesn't it look like the word 'big'?"
Chang Hao opened his feet a bit, looked at his body, and looked at the word 'big' on the wooden board. He was shocked, "The same!"
At this time, Da Jian came to call Yu Qingze.
"Write well, I'm going out." Yu Qingze smiled and touched the little boy's head and went out.
The village chief had invited Master Xiucai, who was drinking tea in the main room at this time, and the other members of the village chief told them to stay in the old house or the kitchen first.
This is the first time Yu Qingze has met the scholar Yu Jiayao.
Siswenwen's appearance is thin, his complexion is much fairer than that of other villagers, but because of the recent busy farming, he can see the tiredness on his face. It can be clearly felt at a glance.
The village chief introduced the two of them.
Yu Qingze politely cupped his hands and said, "I have seen Master Xiucai."
Yu Xiucai nodded lightly and didn't say much.
The three sat down.
At this moment, Yu Xiucai put the tea at hand to one side, then took out his four treasures of the study from the box beside him and put them on the table one by one. Tell me the specific content first, and make it clear one by one, and then I will write it out for you."
When the village chief went to invite someone, he briefly explained the matter to Yu Xiucai. Therefore, the village chief mainly said that Yu Qingze added on the side, Yu Xiucai asked from time to time, and finally it took about an hour to write the cooperation contract in duplicate.
The two of them saw no problem, signed their names, pressed their fingerprints, and reached a cooperation.
After finishing, Yu Qingze asked Yu Xiucai to write him the word 'happy' again embarrassedly, and also asked him to write a poem commonly used here for enlightenment education.
Yu Xiucai looked at him curiously.
Yu Qingze explained that it was for Chang Le and Chang Hao to read and write, but his level was limited and hoped that he would agree.
Hearing this, Yu Xiucai thought of the figure outside the school who was always poking his head. He didn't ask any more questions. He picked up a pen and wrote a poem.
Yu Qingze picked it up and looked at it, 囧, "Yong Goose".
It is indeed very suitable for enlightenment education, no problem. I just don't know if the person who wrote this poem in another world is also called King Luo Bin
With a contract and a 'textbook', Yu Qingze returned home full of confidence.
With these two things, it can be used for a period of time, not only for teaching Changle Changhao, but also for self-study!
When will you go to the county seat, then go to the bookstore to buy a book and come back to self-study! Traditional Chinese characters are not easy for Chef Yu who has the basics!
Imagination is always full, but reality is skinny.
Traditional Chinese characters are things that you recognize when you see them, but if you don’t write them a few times and remember them, your eyes will always recognize them, but your hands will not.
All in all, Yu Qingze went home happily and taught the two brothers Changle's name, and the three of them were very happy and satisfied.
After two more days, Yu Qingze's foot injury was healed, and he finally didn't need to rely on the 'third leg', it was very light.
In the past two days, the remaining two fields of Changle's family have also been cut, and only the rice is planted. However, Grandpa Chang fell ill.
At first, he lost his appetite and always had to drink water. Later, he began to feel dizzy and nauseous, and his face became pale.
"Grandpa, why don't you eat it? These sour beans are really appetizing." At noon that day, Chang Hao asked when he saw that his grandfather had only drank half a bowl of porridge and put down the tableware.
Yesterday at noon, Yu Qingze saw that the capers were ready to eat, so he fried a bowl and was warmly welcomed by them.
Although Yu Qingze's dishes were delicious, the ghost weather in the midsummer was hot and sultry, and they continued to work hard, and their appetites also decreased. Just as the sour beans were pickled, this appetizer raised their appetite again.
But Grandpa Chang's appetite has not recovered since this morning.
Chang Le also put down the tableware and chopsticks worriedly, and gestured to ask if Grandpa was uncomfortable.
"It's okay, it's just that the weather is too hot and I don't have any appetite. It's a bitter summer. Didn't it happen in previous years? Don't worry." Grandpa Chang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile.
Yu Qingze felt that Grandpa Chang's appearance was not quite right, very much like a heat stroke, so he asked Grandpa Chang about some symptoms and got a positive answer. Yu Qingze immediately said to Chang Le: "Grandpa's situation is not right. It seems that he is suffering from heat stroke. I have to ask a doctor to take a look."
Hearing this, Chang Le nodded, made a gesture, and asked Chang Hao to invite him.
"Hey, don't worry about it, I'm fine, you don't need to ask the doctor, Xiaohao, come back..."
Chang Hao ran fast on short legs and disappeared outside the courtyard gate in the blink of an eye.
Yu Qingze asked Chang Le to spread the mat and let Grandpa Chang lie down on the ground. He went to the kitchen to get a basin of cold water and returned, and let Chang Le use a damp cloth to wipe the sweat of Grandpa Chang to cool down.
Then, he returned to the kitchen and made a glass of salt water for Grandpa Chang to drink.
Grandpa Chang watched the two busy and comforted them that they were all right.
When the doctor came and checked the pulse, he said, "I have a heat stroke. You guys are very good at dealing with it. I will prescribe medicine for him to take, and he needs to rest more. Uncle is old, and it is so hot outside, so don't go there again. The fields are sunburned."
Chang Le nodded hurriedly, and he didn't dare to let his grandpa go out again.
The doctor prescribed the recipe, and then asked, "Do you have mung beans at home? If you have any, you can take it with honeysuckle decoction for Uncle to cool off the heat."
Chang Le shook his head, and then said that he would go out to buy it immediately.
The doctor left, Chang Hao followed to get the medicine, and Chang Le immediately set off to buy mung beans in the city. Yu Qingze and Chang Hao decocted medicine for Grandpa Chang at home and watched the patient.
It wasn't until the evening that Grandpa Chang felt better, and people looked more energetic.
In the evening, when Grandpa Chang fell asleep, Chang Le expressed his gratitude to Yu Qingze very seriously. If Yu Qingze hadn't discovered in time that his grandfather was wrong, he would not have known that his grandfather had been holding on for so long.
For the next two days, Chang Le only let Grandpa Chang go to the fields in the morning and evening when the sun was not so strong. When the sun was getting high, he hurriedly drove Grandpa back home.
Grandpa Chang was both angry and funny, but he was reluctant to scold his good grandson who loved him, so he had no choice but to go home.
Fortunately, there were only two fields left to plant rice seedlings, and with the help of Yu Qingze, the planting was successfully completed in two days.
"Finally finished! I'm exhausted!" The young boy Chang Hao shouted up to the sky, calling out all the hard feelings accumulated during these days.
At this time, it was dark.
Yu Qingze and Chang Le couldn't help laughing when they saw him like that.
Really tired, Yu Qingze considers himself a strong body, but under this kind of intense work, he also feels physically exhausted. He also rested because of a foot injury, but Chang Le and the others were always busy, so it was no wonder Chang Hao made such a howl.
The next day, everyone slept well, allowing the tired body to relax and recover. Even Chang Le, who always got up early, was half an hour later than usual.
After breakfast, Yu Qingze said to Chang Le, "Brother Le, I want to visit the city tomorrow, can you take me there?"
Chang Le nodded, indicating that he would also go to the city to sell vegetables tomorrow.
Yu Qingze said happily: "That's great." I have to take a good look at this county and investigate what business is good.
"I'm going too." The young boy Chang Hao called out, and then asked his brother, "Brother, are you going fishing this afternoon?"
Chang Le nodded. Every time he went to sell vegetables, he would go to the river to catch some fish and sell them together.
fishing? Yu Qingze raised his eyebrows, which seemed very interesting.
The author has something to say: Let me explain, the question about a little fairy who thinks that 50 taels of silver per acre of fertile land is high, this is related to the background setting of the text.
Reasons: 1. Although the Wenli Dasheng Dynasty was only 15 years old after the war, most of the wars occurred in the north and had less impact on the south. Grandpa Chang said a little when he said that they moved. And when the war broke out, the county magistrate at that time was very smart to stop all the river vessels going north, which also reduced the influence of Tongshan City during the war. _(:з"∠)_ I'm spoiling everything I'm going to...
2. There is a river between the north and the south called Qinghe, which is the river near Niutou Village. Their county seat, Tongshan City, is in a very favorable geographical location and is relatively prosperous. We will talk about it in the chapter the day after tomorrow. Niutou Village has mountains and water, convenient irrigation, relatively fertile fields, and it is only 12 or 3 miles away from the county seat, so the fields will be more expensive, and the more remote fields will definitely not be so expensive.
Third, there is another factor, that is, the government issue. It's hard to say too much, because there is a plot behind it.
Then, someone may have said, since their fields are so expensive, why I said in the previous article that the consistent money rewards Changle gets can cover most of their expenses for half a year. This is because they grow their own food and vegetables, and do not need to spend extra money. They also rely on the river to support the mountains. If they want to eat meat, they can go to the river to fish or go into the mountains to catch some pheasants and birds. Not much for accommodation. In general, farmers may spend some money to buy some cloth to make clothes during Chinese New Year. And they are more frugal. Of course, this is extra on top of the doctor's money.
That's about it. I only explain this time. If someone asks this question again, I won't answer it...
Since I wrote the article, of course, I have checked a lot of information, but if there are logical problems and historical problems that will conflict with the plot, I will give priority to the plot. This is probably the case. If there is a little fairy who can't accept it, then we can only next. Goodbye, Or, cherish each other? (laughing and crying)
Thanks to the little fairy who asked the question, I will accept reasonable suggestions. If there is a conflict with my settings or the subsequent plot and cannot be reconciled, then I will stick to my own ideas...