dognovel Chapter 140 Mrs. Zhou is depressed
Chapter 140 Mrs. Zhou is depressed
Zhou Mingshu thought about it and decided to take a look around the yard.
The little donkey was eating the grass in the trough leisurely. When it saw someone coming, it raised its head, looked at him, snorted, and continued to eat grass.
After touching the little donkey's nose, Zhou Mingshu put two apples in the trough and watched it finish eating before walking away.
There were still a few corpses of silkworms scattered in the chicken coop. They didn't even care about such good protein. They must have eaten too much.
The ground had been sprinkled with clean wood ash. Seeing that nothing was wrong, Zhou Mingshu obediently returned to his room to read comics.
Harvesting wheat is really tiring work, but her job is to pick up wheat ears and occasionally help with loading the trucks, so overall it is easy.
Having exhausted his energy during the day, Zhou Mingshu fell into a deep sleep not long after he touched the pillow.
The next day, they got up early again. When the Zhou family members arrived at the fields, it was like they were going to a war, and they hurried to rub the grain and bring it home.
Every household in Lianglin Village is like this, and they are all afraid that it will rain at this time.
Once we harvested the grain and brought it home, everyone was no longer afraid.
When she was tired, Zhou Mingshu took off her straw sandals and used them as a cushion under her buttocks to sit on. There were some berries growing in the wheat field, some yellow and some green. Zhou Mingshu picked some ripe ones and tried to eat them, but they were so sour that her cheeks almost cramped.
After she vomited, she rinsed her mouth with water twice before she came to her senses. It turned out that what she thought was cooked was actually not cooked at all.
Zhou Minghua, who was standing next to him, laughed happily, "Third sister, this fruit is very sour, you'd better not eat it."
"Yes, it's too sour. I won't eat it again."
Zhou Mingshu said as he took two more sips of water. She wouldn't eat it even if it was cooked.
Before noon, Zhou Mingzhi came back in a hurry, pulling his donkey cart.
"Sanyaya, there's a man waiting at our door who calls himself 'Dr. Shen'. He says he's here to pick up the goods. Do you know him?"
"I know him. He ordered a batch of goods from us and he is here to pick them up."
Zhou Mingshu calculated the time and found that the agreed date was one day later. Doctor Shen must have been delayed by something when he came here today.
She turned around and told Old Mrs. Zhou about this matter. When Old Mrs. Zhou heard that she was here to pick up the goods, she knew that this matter could not be delayed. After tying up the bundle of wheat in her hand, she picked up some hay on her body and wanted to go back with her granddaughter.
"Let's go home quickly." As she walked, she took off her apron and patted herself to shake off the hay and dust on her body.
When she got home, she would meet guests. She was wearing shabby clothes. After working in the fields for most of the day, would it be impolite to meet guests in such a dusty state? Old Mrs. Zhou felt a little uneasy.
An old man and a child ran home and soon arrived at the door.
There was a carriage parked at the door, and the person standing next to the carriage was Doctor Shen.
"Oh, Miss Zhou, I finally found your house. This is..." When Doctor Shen saw an acquaintance coming, he immediately stepped forward to greet him with a smile on his face.
"Doctor Shen, this is my grandmother. Grandma, this is the Doctor Shen from Huairen Hall in Buffalo Town that I told you about before."
Zhou Mingshu introduced the two of them to each other, and they greeted each other warmly and entered the courtyard.
"Doctor Shen, our Lianglin Village is deep in the mountains. Is it hard to find? Thank you for the hard trip. Have some tea first."
There was some cooled mint tea at home, so Old Mrs. Zhou poured a few bowls of it and even treated the groom to it.
"It's okay, it's okay. After all, it's my first time here. I'll be familiar with it next time. It's Shen who is abrupt. He knew that these days are busy with farming, but he still came here to delay us."
"No, no, this is the time you agreed on. Nothing else is more important than this."
The two people of similar age were chatting and talking about the busy farming matters, and they seemed to be able to get along well. Zhou Mingshu took the opportunity to go back to the house and count the mugwort paste.
The two hundred bottles were quickly counted, and the items were taken out and handed over to Doctor Shen, and a mark of 'taken' was made on the contract.
Doctor Shen was very pleased to see that the girl did everything perfectly. After paying the remaining balance, he said that he would come back to order another batch after the current batch was almost sold out.
They talked for a while, and knowing that they were still busy harvesting wheat, Doctor Shen asked the groom to help him and left.
The remaining money for the two hundred bottles of mugwort ointment was one tael and six cents. As Old Mrs. Zhou counted the money she felt like it was dropped from the sky.
Last time, I only sold three taels of rice after growing it for half a year, but this time I sold two taels at once. The key is that making the mugwort paste does not delay anything.
After putting the money away, Old Mrs. Zhou locked the door. It was a good time to go home, so the grandparents and grandchildren washed their hands and faces to cool down, then brought the food over.
"People always say 'scholars, farmers, merchants, and artisans'. The best is illiterate, the worst is unskilled and poor, and we dare not even get sick. I don't know what's going on with the government. We farmers are always the ones who suffer the most and work the hardest."
Walking on the road, the sun was shining brightly on the ground, and Mrs. Zhou felt a little depressed when she thought about it.
However, in addition to the dozen acres of land, the family also has San Ya's skill in making ointment. It is absolutely impossible for her to starve to death or freeze to death in the future.
Think about it, what the ancients said makes sense, 'Don't put all your eggs in one basket'. Having one more skill means one more way to make a living and one more source of income, which can save your life at a critical moment.
Zhou Mingshu didn't know how to answer Mrs. Zhou when she heard her say that. In her opinion, we are all human beings, so who is nobler than who? !
"Grandma, why do you think so much? Even the nobles like the emperor and empress have to eat the rice grown by us farmers. Aren't the food and grass used in the war in Western Xinjiang all grown by the millions of people in Daliang? So there is no need to worry about these things. We just need to live our lives well. What you said are all the things that the ministers in the temple are fighting for. We are far away from the emperor, so we don't care about such trivial matters. The people can carry the boat or overturn it. If the royal family doesn't do well enough, we farmers will not be bullied by them easily."
Hearing her granddaughter say this, Old Lady Zhou laughed, "Yes, yes, yes, they can't control us, and we can't control them either. As long as they don't raise our grain tax, it will be fine, hahaha."
She is already half buried in the ground, she shouldn't think about those unrealistic things, the most important thing is to play with her grandchildren and enjoy the happiness of family.
The two of them brought lunch over and called a few grandchildren to eat first.
There are a lot of ants and bugs in the fields. They crawl onto the tableware when they smell the smell, so it is better to eat early.
"Saya, did anyone come to get the mugwort paste just now?" Zhou Mingqi asked while chewing a biscuit, with beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead.
"Yes, it's Doctor Shen who I had made an appointment with before." Zhou Mingshu sat aside to rest. She had just eaten at home.
"The fields are so busy now, isn't he busy in his own fields? Why is he running over here at this time?" Zhou Mingqi's doubts were also the same as Zhou Mingshu's.