Bianshanhan [farming]

In the evening, the family got a drink of water.

The food in the family is abundant, and the more than five catties deducted would have to be squeezed through the teeth.

Normally, everyone in the village would lie down after dark, and it would be better to save some lamp oil, and the life would be longer than the thread, so we should not be sloppy at all.

Today, the east house of the Li family is a little bright.

The family sat together and asked Li Qingwen what he remembered from the past.One is curiosity, and the other is to let him talk more. If he talks too much, his articulation will become clearer.

"I still remember that the soles of Niangna's shoes are made of a few more layers of cloth than other people's, and they are the strongest...My father doesn't do big carpentry work, but likes to make some clever objects...My brothers have taken care of my food and drink since I was a child. , sister-in-law is the most handsome girl in their village..."

Mrs. Jiang blushed from the praise, and sewed under the oil lamp sullenly.

After not hearing himself for a long time, six-year-old Li Zhengliang climbed onto Li Qingwen's lap, raised his head and asked, "Uncle, what about me?"

"I haven't forgotten, and no one can forget Liangliang. Uncle remembers that you wet your father's pants, afraid of being beaten, and secretly stuffed them under your younger brother's ass. You must say that tomorrow..." Li Qingwen laughed. .

Seeing his eldest nephew's face puff up with anger, Li Qingwen chased after him, "Children who love to pee on the kang are smart, and you will definitely be a high-ranking official in the future."

Li Zhengliang was happy this time, "Then I am smarter than my brother!"

The others laughed out loud at being teased, and Li Qingwen also laughed a lot.

Li Qinghong said: "If you put it this way, Zi'er's head is the most brilliant in the world. I watched it late a few days ago, and he also had a big bubble. Four dashed and ran."

As if being strangled by the neck, Li Qingwen's laughter stopped abruptly.

Seeing this, the others laughed even harder.

It was Chen who made a rescue and said, "Zai'er, what are you dreaming about?"

"Is there anything else delicious besides sugar?" Li Qingfeng asked.

"There are a lot, but I can't do it." Li Qingwen cut off the fourth brother's thoughts cruelly. Due to the limited conditions, there are some things he really can't do.

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. There is only half a bag of grain left in the house, and the pot is still pottery. There is only oil and salt. He can't make delicious food.

Li Maoxian asked the man in the dream whether he was farming or not.

Li Qingwen said: "Food is the most important thing for the people, and they can't do without food at any time. The people in the dream also have to eat, but they use more powerful farm tools, they don't use animals, they run very fast, and they sprinkle a kind of concoction. The grass doesn’t grow anymore, and the machines used to harvest the crops drive past a piece of rice and the rice grains fall off…”

Listening to his description, all the Li family were amazed, "This, this is too powerful!"

After a moment of silence, Li Maoxian asked, "Is there anyone still starving?"

"I..." Li Qingwen almost blurted out, thought for a while, and said, "In some places, an acre of rice can produce more than 1000 catties, but many people still starve to death."

Because Daliang didn't have high-yield corn, sweet potatoes, or potatoes, Li Qingwen didn't say anything.

1000. More than [-] catties? !

The Li family can open their mouths enough to stuff eggs into it. My dear, they don’t grow rice in their village, but I heard that rice growers in the surrounding area can harvest 280 catties per mu of land. think.

Of course, the dry land they planted is even worse. Millet, soybeans, and millet can harvest about [-] catties per acre of land.Sorghum is considered to have the highest yield, and it is the best in the village. It has been carefully served for a year, and it will only lose [-] catties in good wind and rain years.

Sorghum tastes far worse than rice, and the selling price is also lower, but it does not prevent hunger.

Because of listening to Li Qingwen's sweet dreams, the Li family slept well that night.

After breakfast the next day, Li Qingwen followed his father to the back hill of the village. There was the Li family's cemetery on the slope, and he kowtowed three times in front of his grandfather's grave.

Li Maoxian was reticent, and only told his father that Zai'er was well now, and let the old man rest in peace underground.

A gust of wind blew, and the loess rushed towards him. Li Qingwen was fascinated, tears streaming down his eyes, and solemnly said: "Grandpa, when grandson earns money, I will replace it with a good longevity tree for you, and you will live comfortably. Comfortable clothes."

Li Maoxian grinned, "Your grandfather will be very happy if you have this intention."

After visiting the grave, the father and father walked down the mountain. There are many lands in Yangshu Village to the north. There are many people walking on this road. It has been specially rammed, and it is very hard and strong.

Li Qingwen saw some children drawing lines on the smooth ground, some were flowers and plants, and some were just playing around.

In this era, there is nothing for children to entertain, especially in poor farmers, who can’t wait for a penny to break flowers, and can’t get enough to eat, so it is impossible to buy and play for children.

In his previous life, he lived in a good time, Li Qingwen never suffered from hunger, his family was in a small town, his grandfather was a veteran, and he liked to ride a bike to take him around, he often chatted with people and forgot the time to eat.Grandma is a teacher, she is quite strict, and every time the father and father come back late, they will put on a tiger face, but in fact they are very soft-hearted, as long as they act like a baby, they can fool them.

His parents died in the line of duty in the early years, and his unit paid a lot of compensation to his family. The uncles and uncles in the big yard also took good care of them. In the previous ten years, Li Qingwen suffered the pain of losing his parents, but he did not suffer any difficulties in life. .

Thinking of the big boxes of toys he had when he was a child, Li Qingwen suddenly had an idea.

When he got home, he got into the shed. There was a carpenter at home, and there were many pieces of wood, large and small.

Seeing her son take a bunch of wooden blocks and put them in the yard, Mrs. Chen reminded: "Zai Er, don't play around with your father's things, they are all useful."

After she finished speaking, she sighed, those things were all sold, and the carpenter's work could not be done, so these things might not be useful.

Li Qingwen didn't even lift his head, and replied, "Mother, I'm just playing around, and I'll send it back later."

Li Zhengliang was happily running outside with the children in the village. When he saw his uncle running back covered in dust in the yard, he said crisply, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Uncle is making something interesting, and I'll play it for you when it's ready."

Jiang came out with dirty clothes in her arms, and seeing her eldest son covered in dirt, she said angrily, "Are you playing with dirt again?!"

Li Zhengliang quibbled: "No, they insisted on putting dirt on me, mother, don't be angry, I'll beat up those bad guys later!"

"Who messed with you?!" Mrs. Jiang went up and pinched her son's ears, dragging him in. "You are the most wicked person, and dare to rely on others. Wait for your father to come back and take care of you!"

The child was twisted and screamed, "Mom, take it easy, I'm helping my uncle..."

After receiving his nephew's eyes asking for help, Li Qingwen said, "Sister-in-law, ask Liangliang to help me. I'll pat him clean later."

Of course, Mrs. Jiang knew that her son could not be of much help, but the child's uncle had already spoken, so he let go with a snort and wrote down the account first.

Li Qingwen drew a square grid on the ground, drew three lines in the grid, and put the wooden ones in his hand into the grid.

The biggest grid didn't fit, so Li Qingwen handed over the task to his nephew.

Li Zhengliang searched for the pile of wood earnestly, but he couldn't find it for a long time. He was clever and went directly to Li Maoxian, "Grandpa, I want such a big piece of wood."

He often sees his grandfather making various things out of wood, and a square piece of wood is not difficult at all.

Li Maoxian was working on a vegetable patch when he was dragged to the yard by his grandson, pointing to the vacant patch on the ground, "Grandpa, the grid is only this big."

Looking at the grid drawn on the ground and the wooden blocks inside, they are so regular, it doesn't look like they were made casually, Li Maoxian didn't recognize what kind of chess it was, and asked, "Zaier, what is this?"

"Hua Rong Dao's game board." Li Qingwen stood up with an earnest expression on his face, "Father, do you know this?"

Li Maoxian shook his head, neither heard nor seen, "What's the matter?"

Li Qingwen pointed to the grid drawn on the ground and introduced: "Cao Cao is on the top, the five tiger generals are surrounding him, and the soldiers are on the bottom... Move these woods, no crossing is allowed, just let Cao Cao go through the opening at the bottom of the chessboard." Move it out, even if you pass the test."

According to records, the history of the Huarong Dao game in the previous life was not long, and there was no similar slider game in Daliang, and it was the only one that was made.

Li Maoxian doesn't know what Cao Cao is, but he has figured out some tricks. This thing looks quite simple, but it doesn't seem so easy to pass it. The piece on top is much bigger than others!

After introducing the rules of the game, Li Qingwen asked expectantly: "Father, do you think this chessboard can be sold for money?"

He has figured out the strategy and skills of this game a long time ago. He did not play it by himself, but wanted to make some money. Among other things, at least the family would not be hungry.

Li Maoxian froze for a moment.

Li Qingwen explained: "Father, don't look at the bareness and inconspicuousness now. There is a wooden chessboard underneath. You can engrave characters on the wooden blocks, or draw figure paintings. It is actually quite exquisite. And there are a lot of steps to pass the level, so you have to study hard. For a while."

"Zai'er, this looks like a good thing, and it should be able to sell for money." Li Maoxian said, "You saw this in your dream too?"

Li Qingwen nodded. His father was more knowledgeable than him, and he made something new that no one had seen before. It could only be explained by dreaming.

Li Maoxian went to the wing room to get an axe, picked out a long piece of wood trim, and cut it into two pieces with the axe. The larger piece fit in the empty grid.

This accuracy really makes people give a thumbs up.

"Grandpa, why don't you use a saw?"

Li Zhengliang muttered something casually, and Li Qingwen was taken aback for a moment.

According to what my mother and sister-in-law said, all the tools and objects that I had followed my father for many years were sold, and I bought eggs in exchange for money, and gave them to every household in the village as an apology for troublesome others, because I couldn’t bump into other people if I shouted to him.

Empty talk is not safe after all, and each household will be more careful after collecting things.

Li Qingwen thought, after earning money, he must buy those tools back.

Li Maoxian was still looking at the wooden blocks, and didn't pay much attention to what the little grandson said, "Grandpa's saw was bought by your grandpa Tan."

After all, Li Zhengliang was young, so he didn't ask why he wanted to sell it. He lowered his head and played with those wooden blocks.

The author has something to say:

In history, the story of Huarong Road is very famous, but there is no record of this board game until modern times.