Bianshanhan [farming]

The crops in the field have entered the warehouse one after another, and the first rain after the autumn harvest has also come down.

Li Qinghong got up in the middle of the night and went to see the wing with his parents. When he came back, he was covered in rain and cold. Li Qingwen was agitated and woke up, "Third brother?"

"It's okay, son, go to sleep."

After boiling sugar for more than ten days in a row, and making several hundred catties of Shaqima non-stop, in exchange for half a bag of copper coins, Li Qingwen went to sleep with peace of mind.

In the early morning, the rain subsided, and the cool wind blew in. Li Qingwen rolled into a ball under the blanket.

Someone seemed to be coming from outside, Chen's excited voice came in, "Shunzi, you are back, where is my boss?"

"Auntie, Brother Qingrui is behind us, he came back one step later than us, he was afraid that you would be in a hurry, so he specially asked me to come back first to let you know..."

Li Qingfeng was also lying on the kang, but when he heard the movement, he got up in a hurry, and ran out with his shoes on.

Li Qinghong handed over the clothes, and Li Qingwen got up immediately after putting them on. A man with wet clothes was sitting in the east room, talking to Mrs. Chen, "Uncle Maoqun is sick and can't go on his way. Brother Qingrui and the others are taking care of you at the back. I'm afraid I'll be back a few days late..."

"Is Mao Qun seriously ill?" Hearing that her son is fine, Chen said with confidence, "You have been going well for the past six months. Nothing happened, right?"

"I got dysentery, vomiting and diarrhea. I heard from the doctor that I need to rest for a few days. It's not a serious problem...Digging is quite tiring. We are a large group of people helping each other, and it goes smoothly."

Li Qingshun is the grandson of the patriarch's family, and he also went to the prefectural city to dig mud. They returned to the county seat early this morning, only to report that they were safe at home, full of hearts for the family members, and immediately went home after telling the news.

Mrs. Jiang turned around happily, and Li Zhengliang was very happy at first, but then he thought of the feeling of his father's slap on his buttocks, and his mouth shrank again and again.

A group of people who had been away for more than half a year came back safely, and the village immediately became lively. Everyone gathered at the patriarch's house and talked about work in Fucheng and things on the road.

This year was neither drought nor flood, and it was not a big or small harvest year. The young people in the village came back unscathed.

Only a few days after I was happy, someone from the county government came and announced that this year's autumn shortfall was [-] cash per household, and it was due within three days.

The price rose so much at once, and the villagers in the neighborhood were in an uproar. Some accused the government of eating people without spitting out their bones, and some scolded corrupt officials. , imprisoned, and beat the board.

Li Maoxian had already discussed with the patriarch and the head of the village, took out the money from selling the food made of sorghum syrup these days, and told the villagers that anyone willing to exchange an acre of sweet sorghum straw for next year would use the money tax credit for this year.

People in the village have seen the syrup making with their own eyes, and know that a lot of sugar can be produced from one acre of straw. Everyone cares about the value of the syrup differently.

Some people think that this exchange is feasible. After all, in the past, the straw can only be used to burn fire, and it can be exchanged for fifty cash.

Li Maoxian didn't say anything all the time, it all depended on the villagers' voluntary.

Most of the families who really couldn't afford the tax money agreed, and those who had a little money on hand paid the money themselves.

In the past three days, all the villages were very noisy, and the money that was collected in the end was handed over a lot. If they were not forced to a dead end, no one wanted to fight against the government.

After the autumn harvest, people finally had leisure. Many people visited their relatives in the village and returned to their natal homes. The news of sorghum syrup soon spread to other villages. Li Qingwen’s house welcomed many guests every day, and the threshold was almost leveled. Comes with sweet sorghum.

Not surprisingly, these people wanted seeds and a way to squeeze sugar.

Among the people who came, some walked around Yangshu Village a lot, and there were prestigious elders from other villages. When they came, Li Benshan and Guo Daquan would come and talk together.

Our ancestors have planted sorghum for so many years. Thanks to Li Maoxian, everyone has such an opportunity. Naturally, we don’t want to miss it. Li Maoxian and Yangshu Village seem to be the most talked about by people from all over the world.

Li Maoxian never thought of hiding his secrets, and he promised people in his own village that he would not reject those from other villages. We are all neighbors, and we can live a better life by watching and helping each other.

Li Maoxian is like this, the visitors are very relieved, they have inquired about it a long time ago, and promised, they will also send over a lot of straw for one mu of land, just like the people in Yangshu Village.

After the autumn rain, it gets colder every day.

Before dawn, Mrs. Chen got up, and when she was hugging the firewood, she vaguely saw a shadow flashing outside the door. She went to the door to look, and found several people standing there.

The straw sandals these people stepped on were muddy, their clothes were thin, their lips were white from the cold, and they shrank aside.

Seeing Mrs. Chen come out, several people were obviously a little surprised, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mrs. Chen quickly let these people in. After asking, she found out that these people came from a village hundreds of miles away.

Chen Duo put a bowl of rice in the pot, heated up the kang, and let them stay warm in the house.

A few people also came for the sweet sorghum. Li Maoxian forced them to eat breakfast. The men felt very sorry and kept thanking them.

They are not from the same village, because they are far away, so they came here by appointment this time.

Li Maoxian had heard about their place, and knew that it was a very poor and corner place. It was not easy to go there. He told them the process of boiling sugar in detail, and gave them the sweet sorghum seeds that the village had just received this year.

The men didn't expect things to go so smoothly, they were terrified, they quickly took out the money from their pockets and asked Li Maoxian if it was enough.

Li Qingwen was also in the east room, and saw that the men had copper plates, blackened silver pendants, and half silver bracelets, all of which were miscellaneous.

The money seemed to be collected together, and the men looked at Li Maoxian anxiously, afraid that it would not be enough.

Li Maoxian's throat twitched, and he said, "These seeds don't cost money, you can take them back and plant them, and you can just return them when you harvest the grain next fall."

The men were stunned, and after a while they waved their hands indiscriminately, "This can't be done, can't be done."

At the end of the concession, Li Maoxian still confiscated their money. The men who got the seeds were very grateful and kept bowing and bowing. Li Qingwen felt very uncomfortable seeing it.

Several people stayed at Li's house for a long time, and when they left, they not only brought seeds, but also half a bag of dry food, which was still hot, and it was Chen who quickly baked it out.

These few people had just left before Li Qingyun and Fu Chuan arrived.

Li Qingyun married dozens of miles away, and it was not easy to come back all year round, which really made the family miss her.

Mrs. Chen smiled and pinched her daughter's cold hands, and said, "It's too cold to rush on the road, hurry up and sit on the kang."

Li Qinghong and Li Qingfeng took the things in Fu Chuan's hand, "Brother-in-law, it rained a while ago, the road is easy to walk."

"It's easy to go, easy to go." Fu Chuan smiled on his honest face, "You two have grown a lot taller."

As the only daughter of the Li family, Li Qingyun's temperament is very similar to that of the Chen family. She is capable and strong. She is a diligent girl at home and a diligent daughter-in-law when married. Anyone who mentions it will say yes.

Seeing Li Qingwen with a bold personality, she couldn't stop crying. She hugged her younger brother's head and cried, "Our son is well. God has eyes. Our family has never done anything wrong, so our son shouldn't." Take that blame!"

Li Qingwen's clothes were wet from the elder sister's tears, and his persuasion was fruitless.

"Don't cry, or your eyes will hurt again..." Fu Chuan whispered beside him.

Li Maoxian looked at his daughter's face when he heard the words, "Why, Yun'er's eyes are not healed yet?"

Before Fu Chuan could speak, Li Qingyun preemptively said: "It's okay, Dad, I was in a rush to weave a while ago, and I've been through it for a long time, and my eyes are a little bit weak, just take a rest."

"Mother, you asked someone to deliver a message to me. I knew that Zai'er was fine before, but I was busy with work, and I didn't get away until now..." Li Qingyun wiped the tears from his face, looked at Li Qingwen, and said, "I have something too. I haven't seen Zi'er for more than half a year, and he's so handsome, I don't know how many girls will miss him in the future."

This is not boasting, the men in the Li family are all tall, and their looks are outstanding in all directions.

The family sat on the kang and said this affectionately, when they suddenly heard Li Zhengliang yelling "Dad".

Jiang's heart trembled, she ran out the door, and saw the man holding the child in the middle of the yard, covering his mouth.

Li Qingwen didn't walk slowly. When he came out, his family had already surrounded the tall figure in the middle.

Back to the home where he had been away for half a year, Li Qingrui's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, he grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "Father, mother, my son is back..."

The first three women in the family started to wipe their tears, but Li Maoxian restrained himself and patted the eldest son on the shoulder, "Just come back safely."

Li Qingrui's gaze swept across familiar faces, and finally landed on Li Qingwen.

"Brother." Li Qingwen shouted with a smile.

Li Qingrui's voice became hoarse, "Zai'er, my dear younger brother, I have been waiting for you for more than ten years...Fortunately, it's not too late, it's not too late..."

The family's excitement was palpable. Li Qingrui was surrounded and entered the house, his coat was taken off by Mrs. Chen, and he lay on the kang with the familiar firmness and temperature on his back. He couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

No matter how troubled or beautiful you are outside, you can only feel at ease when you go home.

Li Qingyun and Li Qingrui came back on the same day, the Li family was beaming, and the Chen family was from ear to ear, chatting with their son and daughter, then trotted to Qian Street to ask if anyone was going to the county town to cut some meat and make something good.

While the adults were talking, Li Zhengliang rode on Li Qingrui's lap and took out a hard bag from his father's pocket. He thought it was something delicious, opened it with difficulty, and found that it looked like a pile of white stones inside, disappointed Extremely so, pouting and throwing it on the kang.

The white silver ingots rolled all over the kang, and the people sitting there were stunned, and their eyes widened in the next moment, "This, this, so much silver?"

The usually calm Li Maoxian's voice was so dry that he could hardly utter a sound, "Boss, this money?"

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Li Qingrui took his son aside, sat up and said, "This is the money for that chess box."