Wei Ming was still familiar with the chicken dishes. It didn't take long to finish him, but he filled a large basket full of grass seeds and found a lot of grass seeds, and went home happily.

When he returned home, he divided the chicken vegetables into two portions, poured the few portions into the cellar, added some bean dregs to ferment the white worms, and cut the extra portion into pieces, mixed with grass seeds and wild peas, and the white worms that were fermented before, and made into the ancient version of chicken feed.

White worms are actually maggots, which sounds disgusting, but chickens don’t care. When there is no food in the feed, it depends on this thing to provide energy.

Lao Weitou seems to have a special formula. The white worms fermented in his cellar are big and fat, and one pound of vegetables can produce half a pound of insects. This is one of the reasons why his family can raise chickens and sell eggs, but others can't do it.

As soon as the feed was sprinkled in the chicken coop, the chickens all ran out like a swarm, fighting for the food.

Wei Ming took this opportunity and touched each other one by one.

Good luck, eight hens lay eggs today.

He shone in front of the sun, put the three seeds back, and let the hen hatch on its own.

Every newly hatched chick may become the capital for his family to survive.

Although the chicken raising technology introduces the manual incubation technology, Wei Ming does not yet have such conditions.

The remaining five untreated eggs were put together with the eggs he had reserved before.

Wei Ming counted, and there were only forty-nine.

As I remember, at the Jinfengzhuang Dachang Festival, eggs can be sold for two cents each, and the eggs laid by the chickens that Lao Wei eats with white worms are very popular among the people in the farm, so he should not have to worry about selling them.

Forty-nine, ninety-eight articles.

The pork buns are about twenty cents per pound, the white flour costs seven cents per pound, the salt costs twenty cents per pound, the vinegar costs seven cents per bottling, and the soy sauce costs six cents per bottling.

According to the plan, buy two pounds of pork and five pounds of white flour, which is 75 cents.

I bought half a can of salt, a can of vinegar, and a can of soy sauce. It costs exactly ninety-eight cents, and it’s enough to make a meal of dumplings when I come back.

Wei Ming only hopes that the hens can give some strength tomorrow and lay a few more eggs, so he will have the extra money to give Old Wei a corner of his favorite Mo Jia Xiao Shao.

This is how they used to live their days before. The money they used to sell eggs to buy mixed grains. They only dared to be so extravagant during the Chinese New Year and Wei Ming’s birthday.

Even on Old Weitou's birthday, he was reluctant to eat meat, roll out some noodles and lay an egg, which was a rare enjoyment.

But now it’s different, Wei Ming has corn flour.

Whether this thing tastes delicious or not is another matter. It is a fresh item at least. I believe it can be sold at a good price.

If possible, Wei Ming wanted to buy some mutton for Lao Weitou to nourish his body.

However, before eating mutton, Wei Ming's lunch was the same as breakfast, with only one bowl of mixed grain bean porridge that had been cooked until thick, accompanied by a home-pickled radish pickled.

When I was eating in the morning, Wei Ming felt that the side dishes were very refreshing, but at noon, if he still ate this, he would be a little unbearable as he was growing.

He stared at the local chickens of all sizes in the nest and drooled, but he did not dare to speak.

In my memory, these chickens are his family's tools for making a living. If you want to eat chicken, you must be beaten by Lao Wei.

Well, eating eggs is not OK.

Because we were about to set off tomorrow, there were no plastic bags at that time, so Wei Ming needed to weave a small net bag of hay to wrap the eggs one by one, and then tie them into a string.

Wei Ming in his previous life could never imagine this kind of craft, but Wei Ming in his lifetime had to do it several times a month, which had developed muscle memory.

In just a few minutes, he could make up a perfect hay net bag.

He spent nearly three hours working on these net bags. On average, it only took more than three and a half minutes to do each one.

However, when he finished the work, the bean porridge in his stomach had long been gone.

Although the old Wei head was reluctant to let Wei Ming eat chicken, it was a little better. Apart from the work he had to do, he did not interfere with Wei Ming's freedom.

After Wei Ming finished his work, he was fine and could go out to act freely, just remember to come back at night.

Of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to come back, but Lao Wei will enjoy the bowl of bean porridge he had at night.

"Really..." Wei Ming, who had a stomach-free stomach, was wandering around the street, wanting to see if there was anything to eat.

There are only a dozen families in Tianshuijing Village, and their living conditions are average. The old Wei family can eat bean porridge and pickles every meal, which is already very good.

"Where is the martial arts world that I promised? It's been so long, but I haven't seen a hero coming to rob the rich and help the poor." Wei Ming complained, and then sighed again, "At this time, it would be great if a gangster could come over to chat with me!"

He is addicted to lottery now, who knows if there is a sauce elbow in the prize pool?

As autumn approaches, the villagers are basically busy working in their own fields at this time, and there is no one on the street.

Wei Ming felt bored, so he prepared to go home and lie down, at least he would not be hungry if he lay down.

At this time, he could hear a burst of crying vaguely.

Wei Ming looked around and found that he had come to the door of Widow Wang's house again.

The big husband Wang has a son who is old, and he is just a son like a silly baby.

A memory fragment about Hanwa appeared in Wei Ming's mind.

Wang Dahu's family was well-off and always wanted his son to make his name, so he hired a gentleman from Qixia Town to teach.

The teacher's surname is Kong. He is said to be a descendant of a saint and once served as a master for his former magistrate.

However, no matter how capable he is, he can't understand the stupid kid.

The naive baby deserves his name, but his mind is really not very good. He has been learning this for almost two years, and he still can't memorize the Three Character Classic.

For this matter, Widow Wang beat him a lot.

At this time, the crying sounds from the yard were no other possibility except for Widow Wang beating her son.

Wei Ming smiled bitterly and was about to leave. How could he have the leisure to laugh at others?

No matter how stupid the naive man is, he is still the stupid son of the landlord. He can eat white flour steamed buns every meal, but he only has bean porridge.

He had just walked a few steps when he heard the gate of Widow Wang's house open.

Wei Ming slowed down.

He didn't know if Widow Wang had come out to visit again. If so, maybe they could argue again.

But this time it was not Widow Wang, but Mr. Kong.

Mr. Kong was carrying a bag behind his back and holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, looking like he was about to go on a long journey.

Wei Ming turned around and greeted him, saying, "Mr. Kong, are you going on a long journey?"

Mr. Kong shook his head and said, "I'm back to Qixia Town, I won't come back!"

Wei Ming was stunned for a moment: The whole village is just such a cultural person, and he is leaving?

So he advised, "Why are you going so in a hurry when you are not in the New Year or the Festival?"

"Oh, I can't bear to leave either," said Mr. Kong. "I am really a little ignorant and can't teach stupid children. Staying behind will only mislead people's children. If this continues, I'm afraid that it will delay his future!"

Wei Ming originally thought this was just a humble statement from Mr. Kong, because everyone in the village knew that the silly kid was not smart.

But the system suddenly prompted him: "Do you refute if you find a green lever?"

Wei Ming: "!!!"

Why do you still need to refute this kind of thing?
Chapter completed!