The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

  Chapter 13 Lao Yan bought a bullock cart!

   The return journey is faster than the departure.

  Yan Lao Er didn't dare to intervene all the way, just listened to his elder nephew being asked various questions by Lao Yan.

  As a scumbag, I am very calm at this time.

   I don’t understand, I love it.

  After arriving home, Yan Er Er unloaded his things and looked for his wife.

  I have to go to Cui Langzhong's house to feel his pulse, but he is thinking about it.

  What is Li Xuemei doing?

  She is drying with Da Ya, especially the quilts, cotton clothes, mattresses, etc. for winter.

   Check to see if there are any moth-eaten rat bites, and mend it.

  She figured it out, Da Ya couldn't let her be idle, this child would think about other things when she was free, and hurt the spring and the autumn.

   Instead, she asked her to do some work, so that her hands and feet are busy.

The wheat at home is harvested very quickly, and the carts are transported back. From time to time, they have to stop to say hello, pour a few bowls to quench their thirst, and then spread out the bundled wheat when they leave. It's full of sun.

  The two of them were exposed to the sun, their faces were flushed and their heads were sweating.

  When Yan Laoer found her, he saw Li Xuemei who looked like she had just been fished out of a steamer.

   "I'll come, I'll come!"

  He felt distressed again, he finally had a young face, he had to take care of it, how could he be so dazed.

   grabbed the wooden stick, banged it, and the quilt spat out circles of ash.

  Li Xuemei avoided her face and punched him.

   "Look at me!" almost lost his eyes.

   "Is there any lunch at noon?" Yan's second child asked quietly.

  He is hungry! Brother, don't bother to buy some food to eat.

   "It's done, it's in the pot." Li Xuemei laughed, looking so hungry.

   "What did you make it?" He didn't want to look forward to it, but couldn't help but look forward to it, what if it wasn't a multigrain cake.

   "Today is amazing, let's drink porridge."

  As soon as Li Xuemei finished speaking, Yan Er Er turned around and ran away, "I'll go and have a look."

  He is really not greedy, just look at what this ancient porridge looks like.

   After entering the kitchen, Er Er Yan was shocked when he saw the pot of water!

   What is this?

Porridge?

   No wonder his daughter-in-law emphasized that it was thin porridge, which was thin enough.

  Enema?

   "Father!" The girl's weak voice came from behind, "Can you let me go?"

  Yan Yu can understand her father's mood, because she is the same.

After sending her father and uncle away in the morning, she started digging holes to look for bugs, found one and fed the other, which made the hens at home cooing when they saw her passing by, shaking their little heads in all directions, not knowing which eye to use Position her well.

   As she wished, the two hens she had been eyeing laid eggs, and while her elder sister was called away by her mother to do various tasks, she touched the two eggs that were warm and smelling.

   Trotted all the way back to the room, hid one, and put the rest in the egg basket in the kitchen.

   After successfully completing the plan, Yan Yu continued the unfinished work yesterday.

   "wash" clothes for parents.

  Rolling in the ashes three times, the little hand pulled it out, shaking.

   The rustling dust dispersed.

well? It really doesn't taste that good!

  Yan Yu got busy and made all the clothes that his family had replaced in the same way. Although there were not a few pieces, they piled up a sense of accomplishment.

   This is the natural laundry method of the farmhouse!

   Just when she wanted to go out and continue to communicate with her friends in the village, an ominous feeling hit her stomach.

  Yan Yu ran to the toilet with her legs upside down.

   It's been several days, but this is the first time I feel it.

   If she doesn't come again, she will think she is sick.

   Squatting in the latrine, Yan Yu exerted himself very, very hard.

but…

   The food is too dry!

  In the end, Yan Erya really took a lot of effort to stand up from the pit.

  Calf trembling.

  Miscellaneous Grain Cake, I am at odds with you!

   What made her even more embarrassed was the follow-up cleaning problem.

  Choose one of bamboo slices and hay.

   It's you, how do you choose?

  Niang is right, you have to seize the opportunity and solve the most urgent needs.

  Yan Yu is absolutely convinced at this moment that toilet paper is what they need most and most urgently, not one of them.

   Whispered to mother-in-law about how to solve the difficulties, the elder sister couldn't live anymore, she poured a large pot of water and made gruel.

  Yan Yu drank a bowl, although the taste of rice was bland, but in this weather, drinking porridge, especially thin porridge, is quite delicious.

  But after a while, Yan Yu didn't think so.

   Drinking porridge is too full!

   I get hungry after a while, and I keep running to the toilet.

   Know that every trip to the toilet is a battle for her.

  Unskilled, never won!

  So, when she came to the kitchen again, Yan Yu came to look for her old enemy—grain cake.

  Hearing about his daughter's experience, Yan's second child treated the two kinds of meals yesterday and today seriously.

   Multigrain cake and porridge...

  I allow you to sit on an equal footing!

  Yan’s second child also realized the importance of cleanliness at this time. In other words, he put in hay, dried leaves and so on.

  Li Xuemei was worried about her daughter, so she came over to have a look.

First I asked how her body was feeling, Yan Yu said it was fine, she seemed to be a little dry recently, she sighed slightly, her diet was unreasonable, not to mention her daughter’s small body now, even an adult like her can’t bear it, don’t need to keep patronizing I don't know whether to worry or feel lucky about the hut.

   "By the way, please help me to see what these are, so don't make any mistakes at that time." Yan Lao Er took out the pick-up slip that Lao Yan threw at him.

   "Brown rice, coarse salt, cotton, tung oil, hemp rope, iron pan, candle, ox cart..." Li Xuemei took it over and read one by one, including traditional characters.

  When thinking of the bullock cart, the family members stared wide-eyed and repeated, "The bullock cart?"

   "The ox is four years old, four feet seven in height, five feet three in length, with a frame, and twenty-eight taels of silver." Yan Yu rested on her toes, reading out the words on the paper quickly.

   "Hiss! A cow, twenty-eight taels?" Yan Laoer's tone was wrong.

  I think he was overwhelmed by the gambling debt of twenty taels of silver, and a cow would be enough to make him rich.

"Not only cattle, but also carts, all counted at twenty-eight taels." Yan Yu explained: "The frame is not easy to make, and good wood must be used, otherwise the force will not be enough, and the wheels need to be ground a little bit by hand, which is time-consuming and laborious. , the size is not random, it has to be customized according to the size of the cow, and it takes a long time to complete a pair of frames, besides, this cow is only four years old, just an adult, and can be used for a long time."

  Yan Er Er looked at her daughter and asked her, "How do you know?"

   "Hehe!" Yan Yu glanced at her mother furtively, how could she know that reading books actually added some strange knowledge.

   "Fifty taels, twenty-eight and twenty-two left, no wonder I bought some cheap ones." Yan Laoer muttered.

   Rice is coarse, salt is coarse...

well!

  Life is not easy, I can only sigh!

   Lao Yan: I just recovered from a serious illness and am often tired. I need an ox cart for shopping.

   Yan Laoer: If it gets rougher, our family will bid farewell to the toilet! [○`Д○]

  (end of this chapter)