Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

After drinking a large bowl of thick bitter medicine soup, in the evening, Zhang Ruyi finally regained her sanity. She touched her forehead with her hand, looked around, and saw that she was covered with a soft bedding, and let out a sigh of relief.

In the evening, Ji Qiu cooks and cooks steaming boiled fish with a layer of chili floating on it.

The fish did not come from the river, but was fished out from the pond in the village. The big guy offered to deliver it to his door and charged him 20 Wen.

In Fangshan Village, fish is cheap, there are too many fish in the river, and most of the ponds in the village are crucian carp, carp and grass carp.

It's a good deal to buy a big fish of five or six catties for twenty cents. People don't ask for more, they only take what belongs to them, which is very fair.

After taking a hot bath and eating boiled fish, Zhang Ruyi fell asleep quickly, breathing steadily, and Lan Yi and Lu Yuanqing changed shifts to watch the night.

There are frequent situations on the road that delay the itinerary. Depending on the weather, if a group of people want to go on the road, they will have to wait for a few days at the earliest.

I spent a difficult night in Fangshan Village. Although the brazier was lit to disperse the moisture, the inner room had a musty smell.

The sheets were washed white, and there was a layer of floating soil on them. The second son of the village chief was out of town, and the house was vacant for a long time.

All the bedding was on the official ship, and the husband and wife only had a blanket left. Li Haitang slept with nothing on, and had intermittent nightmares all night. When he woke up the next day, he felt groggy and weak.

"Husband, don't turn around, I'm fine, just get some sleep."

Although I didn’t see the tragic scene, I heard the passengers on the way mention that Li Haitang had a rich imagination and made up his own brain. Xu was thinking day by day, dreaming at night, and his mind was in a mess. Too many messy things happened recently. She needs some peace.

She spoke with a strong nasal voice, which sounded more like a coquettish child. Xiao Lingchuan, who had always been calm, could no longer be calm, and walked around the room in a hurry.

Doctors can't heal themselves. If the barefoot doctor says nothing serious, he can't rest assured.

"Husband, I just have a little cold."

Li Haitang rubbed her forehead. It wasn't hot. Her body knew that she would definitely not be like Zhang Ruyi. She was taken too well by the savage husband.

It rained for several consecutive days, and the gray sky made people not in a good mood. The boat passengers who came to stay overnight sighed and sighed. Just inquire about the news.

There are a total of dozens of households in Fangshan Village, and most of them are older.

Earlier, there were several surrounding villages, all of which were relocated due to floods. There was no village in front of Fangshan Village, and no shop in the back. There was only one barefoot doctor in total, and there were not many medicinal materials in the village.

Furthermore, people in the village work all year round, and their own wives are not raised rough, and there is no way to compare with the strong ones.

"I'm going to borrow a bullock cart and take you to the town to have a look."

No matter what others said, Xiao Lingchuan couldn't listen to him at all, he was in a mess, and his mind was full of thoughts of getting out of here first.

The house is damp and too shabby, even a good person will have problems living in it for a few days.

"Ah Choo!"

After sneezing twice in a row, Li Haitang felt that the breath was coming. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, trying to explain that she was really not that delicate.

The dilapidated and leaky thatched hut before, now the airtight mud tile house is already very good, at least she is very content now.

The boat passengers stranded by the river can only live in the tents provided by the yamen, and it will rain all night, and everyone will only be more embarrassed.

Fangshan Village is thirty or forty miles away from the nearest town, and there is only one ox cart in the village.

The big man thought of a way of making money for himself, collecting some old clothes and quilts that the villagers didn't wear in the village, and pulling them to the riverside by bullock carts for sale.

Although the yamen provided meals and tents, there were no quilts to keep warm. The boat passengers came out of the river covered in mud and needed replacement clothes.

Although the larger ones are sold with patches, and the fabric is the thickest, they are still very popular.

Xiao Lingchuan went out to borrow an ox cart and ran away. People in Fangshan Village were a little strange. If they valued profits, they were not so fussy.

Arranging a house for a group of people, delivering vegetables and eggs, the village head didn't ask for a penny, and said that when everyone is in trouble, they can help, they will not shirk, and do their best.

But if you say you don't love money, that's not always the case.

After the big man found out about the business, a meeting was being held in the village. Pots, pans, and miscellaneous daily necessities, as long as they thought about what could be used, they put them all on the bullock cart and entrusted the big man to sell them by the river.

In the afternoon, the eldest daughter-in-law of the village chief came again and brought a small strip of pork. Xiao Lingchuan gave her money. She hesitated for a moment, and finally took a little bit, saying that she didn't need that much. Not willing to take advantage of everyone at all.

"The yamen servants say that they talk like lions. Are they talking nonsense? Let's pay attention, especially at night."

Zhang Ruyi lost her fever and sat on a chair wrapped in a quilt to express her views.

The scene often appears in the play, someone goes to the countryside to stay overnight, and the host is kind and friendly. In fact, they have already seen the money and deliberately let the host relax their vigilance, and then steal the property in the middle of the night. Some are cruel and murder.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, but after living in Fangshan Village for several days, no accident happened.

The village head's daughter-in-law delivers food every day, and sometimes talks with her about the local customs and customs of the surrounding area.

Hearsay, may not be true, until the people from the Yamen and the unlucky boat passengers left, the village was still calm.

It was not just a group of people who lived in the village, the rest expressed their gratitude, gave money and left.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Actually, we misunderstood."

After dinner, a group of people sat together. Zhang Ruyi is in good health and has recovered, and they are about to leave and continue on their way.

Ji Qiu had a lot of contact with the villagers in the past few days, and he got a general idea. He thought about it, and the strangeness of Fangshan Village must start from the origin of a hundred years ago.

The ancestors of the villagers settled in the outskirts of Beijing in Daqi. Hundreds of years ago, there was a drought year after year, and there was no grass growing on the ground, and a big gap opened in the dry ground.

At that time, Da Qi was at war with the surrounding small countries. There were internal and external troubles, and the people were in dire straits. Countless people starved to death, and even the tragedy of cannibalism occurred.

The ancestors followed the canal that was about to dry up, all the way north, and the last place had the most water, and there were fish and shrimp in the water. They relied on the fish and shrimp to escape the natural disaster.

Just a few decades ago, there were many villages around Fangshan Village, but there was no embankment on both sides, only a gentle slope. If it rained and the water rose, the crops and fields might be submerged at any time. The surrounding villagers were miserable, and finally moved in twos and threes, and there was only one village left in the surrounding tens of miles.