Qiao Junlin originally planned to leave after the Lantern Festival, but later he heard someone said that the Ma family would be transporting a batch of goods to Chang'an in late January, so the elders of the Qiao family asked Qiao Junlin to go with them. , firstly, you can have some care on the way, and secondly, you can save some money.
So, on the twenty-second day of the first lunar month, Qiao Junlin and A Zhi got up early, carried the big packages they had prepared early in the morning, and went to meet the others at Ma's house.
They didn't have a car and were going to walk.
Chang'an.
Qiao Junlin and his father also own a bullock cart, but if Qiao Junlin and the others drive away this cart, their family will be gone.
When Qiao's father talked about this that day, he was very embarrassed.
When Qiao Junlin saw it, he said that there was no need for an oxcart and that they could just walk.
Qiao's father sighed and said a few words to let him go.
They were careful on the road, and what to do after they got to Chang'an.
As for the bullock cart, they never mentioned it again.
Qiao Junlin and his wife left early and the Ma family was not ready yet, so they waited outside the door for a while.
The sky was not yet bright, and although there was no wind or snow, it was still extremely cold.
It was so cold that one's nose and ears would fall off.
When one breathed in, there was a cloud of white mist.
Qiao Junlin stamped his feet, took out a piece of paper from his arms, opened it, took a look, squinted and smiled.
I saw only two lines of ugly words written on the slightly rough white paper: "Look up to the sky and go out laughing.
How can I be a Penghao person?"
Yesterday, Luo Yong asked someone to bring him a small package, which contained a jar of fermented bean curd, two pairs of cashmere socks, and this note.
Yes, how could he be willing to live in abjection and be a Penghao man for the rest of his life?
He carefully put the note into his arms and took out a book of The Analects of Confucius to read.
In the past, he was most impatient with this book and wished he would never see it again in his life, but now he no longer wants to hide from it.
Speaking of which, it is actually too late to start working hard now.
I hope that his uncle will not be too disappointed with him when he gets to Chang'an.
In the Luo family, after Er Niang knitted her first pair of cashmere socks, she was basically freed from housework.
She didn't have to cook the meals or wash the dishes.
She just knitted socks every day.
Then all the work at home naturally fell on Luo Yong's shoulders.
After all, Si Niang was still a little young.
She was only ten years old during the Chinese New Year, which was still an insignificant age.
It was okay to ask her to wash the dishes occasionally, but it was too early to cook. .
Although there are ten-year-old girls in other families who are responsible for cooking, in the Luo family, there are still two sisters who are taking the lead.
Now that the two sisters have withdrawn, it is Luo Yong who is responsible for the cooking.
Luo Yong comes from A great young man in the 21st century is really embarrassed to ask a ten-year-old girl to cook for him.
When Er Niang was doing this before, he couldn't help but help her.
Speaking of which, Er Niang was only sixteen during the Chinese New Year.
When I woke up that morning, I looked at the two chirping chickens surrounding the corner of the kang.
The two little ones swallowed their saliva and told Luo Yong that they wanted to eat chicken.
Luo Yong thought that there had been no meat at home for a few days, so after breakfast, he took a bag of grain and went to the village to buy chickens.
They also want to raise chickens, but spring has not yet begun, and the hens in the village have no nests.
They hatched six eggs before, and finally two chicks came out.
This is not bad, after all, it is the first time. , this time Luo Yong gave them ten more eggs and told them to continue hatching.
The two men, Si Niang and Wu Lang, were in charge of hatching the eggs.
Luo Yong didn't care.
At first Luo Yong just said: "This kang is so warm, I think it can even hatch chicks."
Then the two got excited. , I have to try it with two eggs.
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The second mother refused at first, fearing that they would ruin things, but Luo Yong gave them six eggs with a wave of his hand.
He also said that if they could hatch out, the chicks would be raised by them in the future, and they would be able to lay eggs when they grow up.
The eggs also belong to them.
As for who owns the eggs, it's not said, just to coax the children.
The little girl Si Niang seems to be quite shrewd, but after all, she still doesn't see much.
She was happy when she heard that she even picked up the eggs.
After she steps into Luo Yong's trap a few more times in the future, she will gradually learn to behave well.
In the future, it will not be so easy for others to try to trick her when she goes out.
Luo Yong spent a bushel of corn and exchanged it from the villagers for a small rooster weighing three to four kilograms.
On the way, many villagers said that the exchange was expensive.
In their place, those who can trade for a bushel of corn must be more expensive.
A larger rooster or a smaller hen will do, but this rooster is obviously too small.
"Then do you still have any chickens to sell?"
Luo Yong asked them.
"No more."
The villagers who were asked all shook their heads and waved their hands.
After the New Year, the chickens at home were sold for food, and the rest were to be kept as breeding chickens this year, but they could not be sold anymore.
Luo Sanlang sighed.
People here obviously don't understand the market rules of supply and demand.
In the current situation where supply exceeds demand, if someone slightly increases the price of their own little roosters, they will be said to be unkind.
The price really just increased a little bit.
This was Luo Yong's initiative, because when he went to buy the chicken, he was told that he wanted to keep the chicken for himself.
Luo Yong said that if you don't want to eat it for the time being, Give me this chicken first, and I will give you a bucket of rice.
You can buy a bigger one with someone from another village another day, so the other party agreed.
Luo Yong is a little worried now.
He should not be called a profiteer or anything in the future.
Reputation is really important these days.
In addition to food, Luo Yong also bought some sprouts from others.
There is not much technical difficulty in growing bean sprouts.
The villagers already know it, but they just don’t do it very much.
Firstly, it is due to temperature restrictions, and secondly, they are concerned about food.
Although beans are not as good as rice and noodles, they are quite filling.
Once the bean sprouts are grown, they will become a dish.
In the minds of villagers, vegetables are cheaper than grain.
It's better now.
Every household has a fire bed, so it's much easier to get some bean sprouts.
In addition, many villagers are doing well in the tofu business and are more willing to eat it.
There are often out-of-town traders staying in villagers' homes.
Some who are more frugal eat the dry food they bring with them.
Those who are willing to eat less give some money and food to buy some meals from the host.
At this time, it is the turn of things like tofu and bean sprouts to appear.
It is said that the current standard for serving guests is a bowl of noodles with soybean paste, a plate of bean sprouts, a plate of tofu mixed with spring onions, and a bowl of hot noodle soup.
A package like this only costs three pennies per person.
Three cents doesn't sound like much, but according to the current food prices, it's enough to buy six liters of corn, and many people are reluctant to eat it.
After returning home, he put the bean sprouts and the little rooster in the kitchen, and Luo Yong went to pick wool with Siniang Wulang and the others.
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Tian Chonghu took back several kilograms of wool yesterday.
Last night, Luo Yong beat the wool with plant ash and washed it several times to wash away the grease and dirt on the wool.
He then put it on the kang to dry overnight.
When he got up this morning, he beat it again. , make it fluffy, and then sort.
I picked out the soft cashmere for kneading, and threw away some bad hair that didn't look very good at first sight.
I left the rest alone for the time being.
We'll talk about whether to make wool felt or brush in the future.
After picking wool for a while, Luo Yong remembered again.
Tian Chonghu told him yesterday that when he was collecting wool in the city, he often had to borrow scales from others, which was very inconvenient.
Thanks to them, they had helped people on the fire bed in the city before.
I know a lot of people, so it's not difficult to borrow a scale.
Keeping borrowing from others is not a long-term solution.
Buy a scale yourself.
The price is too expensive.
Even if you collect a few kilograms of wool, it doesn't seem particularly necessary.
Luo Yong thought about it and decided to make a simple version by himself.
In this era, one hundred liters is one hu, and one hundred jins is one stone.
Dendrobium is the unit of volume, and stone is the unit of weight.
If he is not mistaken, a handful of corn is almost as heavy as a stone, so basically, a liter of rice is a pound.
A pound at this time is heavier than a pound in later generations.
According to the calculations of later generations, it is almost the same.
It must be more than one pound or three taels.
Anyway, it's just about collecting waste and weighing wool.
It's enough to be close to the mark, but it doesn't have to be very precise.
Luo Yong found a relatively straight stick in the firewood pile, about the thickness of his thumb, peeled it with a kitchen knife, and ground the two ends evenly on the stone, and then dug holes, one in the middle and one at each end. one.
It took him a long time to work on these three small holes, but he will leave it to future generations.
With an electric drill, he can get it done in three swipes.
After digging the hole, put a small rope through the middle, hang a liter of rice on each end, give it a try, and it will be basically balanced.
One end hung down more, so Luo Yong decided that this end would be used to hang the wool, so that those who sold the wool could get a discount.
Which end is lighter and which is heavier?
As time goes by, others will always know.
Luo Yong will definitely not take advantage of this kind of advantage.
Anyway, their family will only spend some fermented bean curd and bean paste to collect these wools, which does not cost much.
Weighed a pound of stones with this freshly made steelyard, replaced the corn, found sewing and thread fabric, and sewed the stones into a small cloth bag, then threaded a hemp rope on top and tied it to one end of the steelyard.
Then he made a larger cloth bag and hung it on the other end to hold the wool.
Such a tool is a bit crude, but if it is just used to collect wool, it is basically enough.
After finishing the scale, it was almost noon.
The chicken should not be killed at noon and then killed in the evening.
Recently, many villagers have been working on his house.
In order to build those houses as soon as possible, they usually don't go back to rest at noon.
As for lunch, people these days don't eat much lunch.
Luo Yong was embarrassed to ask them to build a house for him on an empty stomach.
When the last group of people came to work for him, he would eat some at their place at noon.
At that time, they had nothing to eat at home, so they just made some food.
I make pancakes, make some hot porridge, and often drink bean curd.
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The situation of the Luo family is much better now than before.
In addition, Luo Yong does not have to make and sell tofu all day long, and can also spend more time and energy on eating.
A few days ago, Luo Yong made fried noodles for everyone, and then fried noodles became popular in the village, and their freshly made miso quickly sold a lot.
To make pancakes at noon today, first mix a small pot of multi-grain batter, and put a clay plate on the stove.
Burn it on a low fire, and the pancakes can be pancaked on the pot.
The tools are a bit simple, one pot and a kitchen knife.
Just make do with it.
"Brother, brother, what are you having for lunch?"
Si Niang and Wu Lang couldn't sit still after smelling the smell.
"But I need help."
Er Niang also came over at this time.
"I don't have anything to help with.
You've been knitting socks for a long time, so you should take a rest first."
Luo quickly cracked two eggs on top of the pancakes spread out, and swept them away with the blade of a knife. , put some miso on it, and sprinkled with some chopped green onion.
This is for Liulang Qiniang and the others, without the bean sprouts.
According to the calculation here, the two younger ones are said to be four years old.
In fact, they are only two years old.
Luo Yong is worried that they will not be able to chew the bean sprouts thoroughly. , stuck in the throat.
This pancake was folded, rolled, and cut in half.
The second mother took it to feed Liulang and Qiniang and the others to eat first.
The fourth mother and the fifth mother still gathered around the stove, waiting for their portions.
Both of them were quite delicious.
Luo Yong spread out a big pancake for them.
He also beat eggs and spread bean paste on them, and also added a handful of blanched bean sprouts.
The two of them looked on eagerly, swallowing their saliva and yelling: "Brother, put more sauce on me, I want more sauce."
With just a few simple tools at home, Luo Yong spread out the whole basin of batter.
Except for Liu Lang and Qiniang's two little ones, Luo Yong and the others only had one cake and one egg.
The helpers were embarrassed because there were no eggs.
Don't blame Luo Yong for being too stingy.
In fact, his family is not very wealthy now.
The people who helped him at home were all big-bellied men.
One pancake would definitely not be enough for them.
Even his family’s four mothers and five sons could forcefully eat two.
There was not enough for these people, so Luo Yong fried two pancakes for them each.
It’s a big, thick pancake, so I might not be full, so I’ll make do with it.
After eating these pancakes, these people started working very hard, and the walls were built very solidly, without cutting corners at all.
After work in the evening, when everyone returned home, they naturally had to tell their families what they had eaten at Luo's house today.
They heard the children at home swallowing their saliva, and then some of them would eat something from their arms.
He took out a small cloth bag, causing several children in the family to cheer.
Although this multi-grain pancake has been left out all afternoon, it does not become cold and hard when you hold it in your arms and use your body heat.
It is a bit more chewy and chewy than when it was freshly baked.
Fragrant.
On the Luo family's side.
"Brother, let's kill the chicken now."
After all the people working in the backyard had left, Siniang and Wulang happily took out the little rooster and the kitchen knife from the kitchen.
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"Okay."
Luo Yong took the kitchen knife with one hand and the little cock with the other.
"Brother!"
Seeing him standing there with a kitchen knife in one hand and a cock in the other without moving for a while, Siniang couldn't help shouting again. "" Luo Yong picked up the kitchen knife and made several gestures on the chicken.
He didn't know where to start.
In his two lifetimes, he had never killed a chicken.
"I'll do it."
Er Niang happened to come out of the house at this time, stretched out her hand and took the chicken and the kitchen knife.
Although Luo Yong told her to just knit socks and not do housework, she still couldn't adapt.
Besides, Luo Yong had a hard time all day long.
She couldn't sit in the house and wait for ready-made food.
I saw Luo Erniang lift the little rooster aside, ask Si Niang to take a stoneware bowl and place it on the ground.
She squatted down, stepped on the rooster's wings with one foot, stepped on the rooster's claws with the other foot, and stretched out her hand.
He grabbed the rooster's neck, pulled off a few feathers, and scratched it with a kitchen knife.
The blood immediately gurgled out and fell into the pottery bowl.
Not a drop was wasted.
The whole process was so smooth and neat that Luo Yong was stunned for a moment.
The second mother got up, threw the bleeding cock into an empty wooden bucket aside, and asked the fourth mother to add some boiling water to it.
Looking back, he saw Luo Yong still standing there in a daze.
He pursed his lips and laughed: "After all, he is still a scholar."
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