Chapter 7 The seventh update: Seedlings sprouting in the fields startle the neighbors (monthly ticket, recommended ticket, support, thank you!)

Author: One Pot from the Farm

Chapter 7 The seventh update: Seedlings sprouting in the fields startle the neighbors (monthly ticket, recommended ticket, support, thank you!)

The three pigs enjoy the welfare of riding in the car, while the eleven sheep can only follow the car on their own.

"With the money to rent the cattle, we have three big fat pigs to satisfy our greed."

The chief sat in the car and patted the pig whose trotters were tied up. The pig made a grunting sound.

"Dad, we catch crabs in the village, and if there are any more crabs, we come over and sell them." The eldest son in the village was thinking about the crabs that would come later.

The little girl was holding a small basket full of snacks, ready to go back and distribute it to her friends in the village. She only ate one piece of candy herself.

Zhu Wentian stared blankly into the distance, feeling tired while silently praising himself.

It’s too difficult, selling crabs with the image of a fool, but you can’t pay compensation, and you can’t let others see it.

It was completely dark, so the headman lit the lantern he had prepared in advance and placed it diagonally in front of the car to light the way for the mules.

They took out the cakes and salted fish pieces and shared them with each other. Except for the little girl who had a cake before, the other three people didn't eat lunch.

"Dad, the money is so good." The eldest son swallowed the food in his mouth with cold water and sighed with emotion.

The director glared at him: "Where can you make money? If Hanhan hadn't learned the skill at Shanshen Temple, who would have known how to make crab baskets like that? Hanhan, you should eat more fish."

Zhu Wentian: "..."

He didn't want to eat too much fish because it was salty and he would need to drink a lot of water if he ate too much.

But he had to cooperate: "Hey! Eat, fish!"

"Brother Hanhan, it's too late to go home, why do you still want to stay in the mountain temple? It's getting colder, so I need to add a quilt to you."

The little girl felt the night wind blowing, making her feel chilly, and she remembered Brother Hanhan's situation at the mountain temple.

"Okay, plus, warm, hehe!" Zhu Wentian really didn't want to live in someone else's house.

He actually has two places to live outside. In addition to the mountain temple, the other is in the village's sacrificial hall, which he is allowed to live in.

He was invited back after worshiping ancestors and gods in the village, and a complicated ceremony was held.

He can sleep in any house and eat at any table.

The villagers believe that if the villagers take good care of themselves, the village will be well.

***

At four o'clock in the morning, the mule cart returned to the village. Someone who was watching specially called out, and everyone came out to see the situation.

When they saw three big fat pigs and eleven sheep, and heard the chief tell them how much money they had made and how much money was left, everyone was no longer sleepy.

The next day, the village chief took people to each village to rent cattle and discuss the price.

There are too few crabs, only about 500. Let’s raise a few crabs first, and then take a few crabs back to the family.

In the days that followed, rented oxen plowed the fields.

The villagers secretly drove the carts at night to place the crab baskets in the river next to another village. They rushed over to pick them up in the morning, loaded them on the carts, and transported them to Xuancheng.

Zhu Wentian is still the main crab seller, and the market knows that there is a fool who always benefits others.

Every time he sells the money, Zhu Wentian thinks of ways to spend it.

Buy salt, three hundred and fifty coins per stone, buy a big iron pot, buy coal, buy iron farm tools, buy buy buy...

Thirteen days later, all the land was plowed, the rented cattle were returned, and the pig was killed for the first time in the village.

Boil hot water in a large pot, tie the pig and put it on the table.

The butcher stabbed the pig's neck with a knife, thrust it forward, turned the knife handle, and pulled it backward, and the pig's blood spurted out.

The person next to me had already prepared a large basin filled with warm salt water and gently stirred it in one direction.

Others poured hot water on the pigs to remove their hair, then broke them down, disposed of the water and turned the intestines for cleaning.

The adults were busy, while the children watched the fun and waited to eat the meat.

The three pigs agreed that they would not be divided among each household, but would eat together while working.

Not afraid of running out of money, Zhu Wentian bought ten more pigs. He was keeping the money for now and was using it to replenish the health of the villagers.

After a delicious meal of meat, three pig heads were placed on the ridge of the field, incense was burned, and men, women and children rushed in to plant rape and ramie.

This matter has also been discussed, and half of what is grown will be taken by the village as public money.

The remaining half will be distributed according to the proportion of each household's original land, and no one will suffer.

I plan to sell the crabs for another half month and use the money I earn to buy cattle so that next year there will be no need for plows in the paddy fields.

The price of farm cattle varies according to size, health, age, male and female.

You can buy the cheap one for 3,000 Wen, but the expensive one, 8,000 Wen, depends on luck.

It is not the farming season now, so the price of buying cattle can be lower. The cattle should be kept for free, not working, and fed with some straw.

When spring comes, you need to add concentrate to feed the cattle, gain fat for the cattle, and prepare for work.

***

Zhu Wentian sold out the crabs for the last time, and there were 26 more cattle in the village.

There were fourteen sick cows among them, and he was responsible for treating them. It was so cheap!

Other cattle farmers don't understand, but he understands. How can a doctorate in animal husbandry be earned in vain?

Others thought the cow was dead, so he insisted on buying it like a fool. The little girl cooperated with the performance, persuaded and cried, and finally got it at a low price.

So there was a pig's head on the platform of the mountain temple. The chief thanked the mountain god grandpa. The pig's head would eventually be stewed and eaten by Zhu Wentian and his friends.

At this time, the rapeseed and ramie seedlings in the field have sprouted, and they look gratifying.

The headmaster began to get busy, receiving guests.

After all the hard work in Xiaqiu Village, Xiaqiu Village finally managed to hide it from the people in other villages.

"It should grow! What do you mean by this?" The head of Xihe Village came and stood on the edge of the field to look at the seedlings.

Yichang is the name of the elder in Xiaqiu Village. He is the third eldest son in the family. His two older brothers died in infancy.

In fact, he should be called Zhu San, but at that time Zhu was the national surname, so it was not necessarily who Zhu San was called.

"Feng Laosi, it's just a farm, what can you say?" the village leader asked the other party.

"You went to my village to borrow cattle, why didn't you tell me?" Feng Gui from Xihe Village asked.

"Rent, it's rent, it's paid. Didn't you mention that the land would be dug up when you rented it?" The manager smiled.

Feng Gui frowned: "Who knew you were digging the land like this? After harvesting the rice, you plant rapeseed and hemp. It's too late! If you had known this earlier, my village would also learn from it."

"If there is no success next year, I tell you, you should scold me."

The boss doesn’t believe it. It’s good. Others will thank you. If you are cheated, you will be remembered for the rest of your life. Humph!

Feng Gui went to the fields to see for himself to judge whether they would grow well next year.

While walking carefully, he asked: "You guys catch a lot of crabs from my river and sell them, right?"

"How can such a big river belong to you? There is the Yangtze River to the north! Can you write your name on it?"

The head of the village firmly refused to admit that he had caught other people's crabs, and you didn't catch other people's crabs in previous years.

Feng Gui clicked his lips twice: "Yichang, have you met a capable person in your village?"

"There are no street gangs in my village, and there are no village tyrants. In Xiaqiu Village, we only have village guards." He said with a proud look on his face.

Feng Gui looked at the other party in surprise: "You still have that fool? You went to each village with great fanfare to deliver ceremonial invitations, saying that you had found a new village guard. What's going on now?"

"Look at my village, then look at your village, you should know what's going on."

The head of the village pouted, Xihe Village has a larger population than Xiaqiu Village, but it's just that there is chaos there, and some people don't learn well and are dedicated to harming their neighbors.

In Xiaqiu Village, everyone is working towards the same goal. Who dares to steal something?

As for the village guard, Hanhan, who was about to reach adulthood, he had an enlightenment in the mountain temple on a thunderstorm night.

Generation after generation of villagers have been raised and guarded in the village. When it comes to my own generation, God has eyes!

Our ancestors are so powerful! We have long said that if there are no people to guard the village, there will be disaster.

Thinking like this, he raised his eyes and saw a figure in front of him, squatting in the ground, and quickly greeted: "Hanhan! Hanhan, have you gone to the fields?"
Chapter completed!