tscritgtIn Xipo Village, there is a pair of sisters surnamed Yin.
A few years ago, their father went to the border to fight and never came back.
Last summer, their mother also died in a landslide, leaving the sisters behind.
The two were left alone and helpless.
Fortunately, the Yin family's mother-in-law is still alive, and the parents of the two sisters have not separated from the uncle above and the uncle below.
After losing their parents, the two sisters still eat at home, but they have to watch some faces.
The aunt also said that these two girls were very tough and told her children to stay away from them.
Although the old woman above didn't say anything, the sister-in-law was very scared and trembled all day long, fearing that one day the old woman would suddenly say that she would sell them both.
Sister Yin Lan believed that her mother-in-law must have wanted to sell them, but she was afraid of being talked about by the villagers because of her face, so she never said so.
This thought became more and more profound, and she became a little dazed.
When eating every day, she looked at the family of old and young people sitting around the dining table, as if they were looking at a group of man-eating monsters.
Yin Lan rarely went out, and just kept herself in the room every day, twisting twine.
As a seven or eight-year-old girl, the twine she made was thin and even, no worse than what adults could make.
On weekdays, she also pays close attention to her younger sister.
Her younger sister, Yin Duoer, is only five or six years old and is still ignorant.
She often wants to go to the yard to play with her uncle's brothers and sisters.
Whenever this happens, Yin Lan He would beat her, and after a few beatings, Yin Duoer and her became somewhat separated.
Some time ago, Yin Lan heard from a cousin in the yard that Luo Sanlang's family was making mats.
After he finished making them, he had to ask someone to poke them carefully with a stick until the mats were dense and neat.
That's it.
If you poke a cushion like that, you can get two pieces of his chicken cake.
So Yin Lan thought that she would get a mat like that and poke it back.
If it was done well, she would be able to earn a few pieces of cake every month to entertain Yin Duoer.
She was originally worried that Naluo Sanlang would not give it.
After all, she was still too young.
However, she did not expect that Naluo Sanlang was as easy to talk to as many people in the village said.
First, she asked Si Niang Wulang to explain it to her in detail.
After learning how to make this thing, he took out a mat like that from the house and asked her to take it back and work on it slowly.
This Yin Lan is actually very efficient at work.
With Yin Duoer's little help, in less than ten days, she actually asked her to poke out three cushions, and she didn't cut corners at all.
Every time she came over to pay For a mat, Luo Yong would write it down for her in the book, and then give her a mat to be processed.
On the twenty-fifth day, Yin Lan came over again.
When Luo Yong saw her, he didn't say much.
He only asked her if she had received it all at once or in several installments.
Yin Lan thought for a while and said she had received them all.
Then she got six pieces of chicken cake from Luo Sanlang and picked out all the big ones for her.
At that time, Yin Lan also heard a few people waiting to sell cakes nearby shouting, "The big pieces have been taken away, or we should wait for the next pot."
Returning home with this big bowl of cake, Yin Lan was still a little bit in disbelief.
When she saw Yin Duoer, she gave her a piece first.
That heartless person was as happy as anything after getting a piece of cake.
Yes, Yin Lan told her to be obedient, and he would earn some money for her in the future.
Yin Lan thought about the remaining five pieces of cake, and brought them to Grandma Weng during dinner that evening.
This was also to please her and to prove that she could work and was not just free rice.
When her grandma took the pottery bowl, her fingers touched her granddaughter's rough little hand, and she felt mixed feelings in her heart.
Putting the bowl of chicken cakes on the table aside, the grandma of the Yin family took her granddaughter's little hand and stroked it carefully, and said: "It's okay to eat a few less chicken cakes, and you don't have to do too much work. " When Yin Lan heard this, her eyes immediately turned red.
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"What's going on?"
The grandma of the Yin family was also sad in her heart, and she quickly held her granddaughter in her arms.
"Grandma" Yin Lan was already crying.
"Sister, why are you crying?"
Yin Duo'er was also pulling her sister's sleeves, looking like she wanted to cry.
The grandma of the Yin family stretched out her hands to hold her two granddaughters in her arms, with tears streaming down her face: "Oh, my miserable Erlang, oh my miserable wife."
As soon as the old and young started crying, the eyes of the rest of the family also became red.
Even the aunt who had previously said that the sisters had a tough life lowered her head and wiped away a handful of tears.
After this incident, Yin Lan was no longer as wary of her family as before, and she was willing to let her sister play with the children at home.
Her aunt didn't say anything more.
Only Yin Lan still took the cushion from Luo Sanlang and came back to poke it.
Later, Luo Sanlang heard that she was good at twisting twine, so he asked Erniang to bring some cashmere for her to rub.
It made more money to rub the cashmere thread for Luo Sanlang's family than twisting the twine, and it was not as eye-catching as poking the mat. , after the work is done, it basically depends on the feel.
Yin Lan is no longer working as hard as before, and she can still walk around the village from time to time, but even so, she can now get more than 20 pennies from Luo Sanlang every month. .
These 20 cents can buy four or five buckets of rice, which is enough to support the two sisters.
With this added protection, she naturally feels more at ease than before, and her personality gradually becomes more cheerful.
On Luo Yong's side, since another batch of cashmere socks was bought on May 25, the inventory at home has been almost exhausted.
So he recently started to do handmade knitting.
Considering that the knitting technology is not yet planned to be spread out, the sock knitting job is not easy to make out.
However, the knitting job can be made out, but it is just sent out.
There weren't too many of them, so I looked at the ones who were doing the work meticulously and sent out a little bit.
After knitting so many threads vertically and horizontally, Erniang couldn't finish knitting them.
At the end of May, when the Luo family was harvesting wheat, Luo Sanlang's twenty or so disciples went to the fields together and collected all the wheat from five acres of land in less than one day.
After another two days of busy work, they harvested the wheat from the straw.
It was all rubbed off.
These days are also when other families in the village are harvesting wheat.
The little children in the village rush outside to look at the wheat, holding branches and other things in their hands to prevent birds from pecking at them.
In fact, I have been pecked a lot when I was in the fields.
This kind of thing is impossible to prevent, especially in a small mountain village like theirs.
There are many birds of all kinds.
As soon as the wheat and millet are ripe, they all fly down from the mountain.
I can't even drive him away.
When a new batch of grain comes into the warehouse, the old grain is sorted out after use, with the intention of consuming it.
There is an oil press in Xiaohe Village, and Luo Yong wants to go there to press some soybean oil.
On weekdays, he mixes cold vegetables with fried eggs or something at home, but he can't always use meat oil.
Besides, meat oil is not easy to come by these days.
Xiaohe Village is more than 20 miles away from Xipo Village.
It takes two or three hours to drive there by donkey cart.
On weekdays, the two villages have many contacts and intermarriages, but Luo Sanlang has never been there.
He only knows that they Here I live in Xiaohe Village.
The terrain of Xiaohe Village is flatter than that of Xipo Village.
There is a small river flowing through the village with sufficient water, so it is more suitable for farming.
The size of the village is also much larger than that of Xipo Village, with nearly fifty households of various sizes.
The villagers in Xipo Village knew that Luo Yong wanted to go to Xiaohe Village to extract oil.
When several young people were going there to sell tofu that morning, they called him to go with them.
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Several young people were talking and laughing while walking on the road.
Luo Yong himself did not ride in the cart.
If they were tired from walking, they would put their burdens and baskets on the donkey cart.
The young people took turns, each carrying their own burdens or baskets.
After riding on Luo Yong's donkey cart for a while, I felt much more relaxed and in a better mood than usual.
"You have to carry so much tofu to Xiaohe Village to sell, but whose family is hosting a wedding banquet?"
Luo Yong asked these young people on the way.
The young people immediately started talking to help Luo Yong solve his doubts.
"Where is the wedding banquet?"
"They buy tofu to make salty tofu."
"Just steam the tofu and marinate it with salt."
"This way the tofu won't go bad easily."
"I've tasted it once, and it tastes a bit like frozen tofu."
"Marinated tofu is salty and delicious when used in soups and cold dishes."
Luo Yong has never eaten that kind of salty tofu.
Now that he has heard about it, he plans to try making it at home some other day to taste what the salty tofu tastes like.
When they arrived at Xiaohe Village, the young men were familiar with the road and took Luo Yong to the oil press.
The owner of the oil pressing shop heard that Luo Sanlang from Xipo Village came to his house to press oil, and he quickly ran back from the field.
Naluo Sanlang's reputation has already spread in their Xiaohe Village, and his method of burning soil and dung is now used in almost every household.
Many villagers from Xiaohe Village came over to watch the fun.
Many of them were still covered in mud.
They had obviously just come back from the fields.
Some were carrying hoes and poles on their shoulders.
They were three inside and three outside.
It's like visiting some rare and protected animals.
During this period, some people also talked to Luo Yong.
After all the talk, everyone was most concerned about the soil matter.
Some people asked Luo Sanlang to take a look at the soil burned at home to see if there was anything wrong.
Anyway, it takes some time to extract oil, so Luo Yong went with those people.
Luo Yong had burned a lot of soil dung recently, and he also had some experience.
He looked at the soil dung of some farmers and it was obvious that it had been burned. , it didn’t look like it was simmered over a small fire, but rather like it was baked over a large fire, so I pointed them out one by one.
He couldn't explain some things clearly just by talking about it, so he finally used the materials provided by the villagers to light a dung pile in the village.
"A fire of this size is about the same.
We don't want it to fully ignite.
Let it simmer on a small fire all night, and you can pour urine on it tomorrow."
Luo Yong shared all his recent experience of burning soil and dung with them.
Said.
"I heard from the villagers in Xipo Village that the combination of pig excrement and soil dung is very good." said a villager in Xiaohe Village.
"That's true.
If you have free time one day, you can also go and see our pig house in Xipo Village."
Luo Sanlang said with a smile.
"Hey, it's useless to look at it."
The villager laughed.
"Why?"
Luo Yong asked him.
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"Make Luo Gong laugh, a certain family is poor and doesn't have enough money to buy that piglet."
The villager waved his hand slightly shyly.
"Do you really want to raise pigs?"
Luo Yong asked him.
"It's a matter of intention."
The villager looked regretful.
If he didn't buy a few farm tools this spring, he would definitely have enough money to buy one or two piglets by now.
"If you are interested, I will buy one or two piglets for you to raise first, how about" Luo Sanlang said with a smile.
"What does Mr.
Luo mean?"
the other party was puzzled.
"Now I will pay for you to buy a piglet.
When you raise the piglet, after removing the original weight of the piglet and the extra meat, you and I can take half of it."
Luo Yong He said half-jokingly.
"Luo Gong's words are true."
The villagers were overjoyed.
"That's natural."
Luo Yong had actually thought about this a long time ago, but he just never found a chance to do it.
It was just right to catch up now.
"Then I'll start repairing the pig pen."
The other party seemed a little worried that Luo Yong would regret it.
"I will send the piglet to you in two days."
Luo Yong was also very happy.
""The others looked at me and I looked at you, but they all looked a little embarrassed to speak.
Although not every household can't afford piglets, they still want to do this kind of business without capital.
"Who else wants piglets?
Let's talk about it now.
But we have to make a deal first.
We need to raise the piglets well when we get them back.
If they are raised to death, I will have to pay for the piglets.
Money."
Luo Yong still smiled.
"That's natural."
These people agreed happily.
It is not that easy to raise a pig to death.
"In this case, I will be the middleman.
Whoever takes the piglet from Luo Sanlang will be recorded one by one, so that no one will deny it in the future."
At this time, another powerful voice sounded.
"Upright."
"It's Rizheng who's here."
"Quickly give way."
The person they were with was a tall old man, he was sixty or seventy years old.
He was still energetic and very prestigious among his neighbors.
Luo Yong did not expect that he would be willing to do something like today.
Take action.
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From a self-interested perspective, for things like today, no matter what achievements are made in the future, whether it is material benefits or reputation, those benefits basically have to be used.
Li Zheng stood up to be the middleman.
He had no role in the good deeds.
If something went wrong, he might have to follow suit.
To put it bluntly, it was a thankless task.
But not everyone considers issues from a self-interested perspective.
Whether in the 21st century or the 7th century, there are always some people who are willing to take other people's affairs into their own hands.
Luo Yong himself is not that kind of person.
Like what happened today, he actually has selfish motives.
Firstly, it is to earn more pork.
Secondly, it is a kidnapping for profit.
After all, reputation is not enough.
He wants everyone here to have interests related to him.
This is the best thing. of protective umbrella.
But this did not prevent him from respecting those who were selfless, so he bowed his hands to Li Zheng and said, "In this case, I will trouble Li Zheng."
"It's okay."
Satozheng stretched out his hand to help him up.
The villagers of Xiaohe Village are also very happy to have Li Zheng join them.
With him here, everything will be more secure.
So after Luo Sanlang returned, these people happily went home to build pig houses, waiting for Luo Sanlang to send piglets over.
Just when Luo Sanlang was vigorously engaging in cooperative breeding with Na Xiaohe Village, Qiao Junlin, who was in Chang'an, finally took back his pair of socks from his uncle Hou Lin.
Hou Lin came back from get off work at the Hongwen Museum happily that night.
In addition to the three new pairs of socks that he asked others to buy, he also brought back Qiao Junlin's old pair of socks.
By the way, he also brought him a little The two servants said it was a gift from Luo Sanlang to Qiao Dalang.
When Qiao Junlin saw the jar, he thought it was Luo Yong who had brought fermented bean curd to him.
Since arriving in Chang'an City, he hadn't eaten fermented bean curd in a few days and was a little greedy, so he happily opened the label on the jar.
Oil paper.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened it, an unspeakable stench filled the room.
School Secretary Hou mustered up the courage to go over and take a look.
The thing looked a bit like the fermented bean curd that Qiao Junlin had brought before.
It was just that it was placed on a horse and rocked all the way.
Many of them were broken and the color was different.
No, the bean curd he had seen before was beige, but this one was cyan.
"Then Luo Sanlang must think your socks are too smelly, so he deliberately sent such a thing to smoke you." gd1806102: