The men gathered around Xia Xiucai and asked questions.
Although Xia Xiucai had a problem with his brain, he would sometimes say things that were completely wrong, and sometimes he would say things that were so confusing that a group of peasants could not understand them.
But it didn't affect everyone's fun. They joked and joked but never forgot to complete today's task of boasting.
"What Mr. Xiu Cai said is so good. I've only heard people say it in the county, oh! Those people are all from the county government." Li Laoshi clapped his thigh and said with excitement on his face.
He followed Jiang Zhi to the county government office, and now he is talking about the county government office.
"Brother Honest, what you said is wrong. Scholars are no worse than those county officials, but no one in Xujia Village knows about it. How did you say this? Oh! The night pearl fell into the manure pit..." Xu Gensheng It is necessary to sing the opposite tune.
Before he could even finish his words, someone slapped him on the back, causing him to jump up with a groan.
Xu Genqing cursed: "What nonsense are you talking about? Xiucai Gong is like a night pearl falling into a manure pit, what will happen to us!"
"Hahaha!"
"Well done!"
Among the crowd, Xia Xiucai still didn't smile, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, making his expression more lively than before.
In the past, he would have left impatiently in such a noisy environment.
Maybe it was because he was so quiet and so quiet that he put down his books, but he found these farmers talking very interestingly.
Compared to the group of braggadocios here, the women on the other side are much quieter.
They were peeling cotton buds around a basket, and they were full of admiration.
"Aunt Liu, if you have this cotton, you can buy a few new quilts. Alas! My family doesn't grow enough, and I can only sell it for a few hundred pennies!"
Pishi was peeling cotton balls, her hands and mouth were not stopping, but looking at her cheerful expression, she didn't mean to be too little.
Cotton is much more expensive than growing grain. Although I grow less, I can take good care of it. There are many cotton bolls, which makes my parents-in-law very happy.
He said that if he sells cotton, he can build a house and this winter will be easier.
The basket of cotton in front of me belongs to Xu Genyou.
In the spring, Jiang Zhi said that he could grow corn and cotton by rolling dung balls. He also planted some of the quilts he needed, and followed suit in daily management.
Now my aunt's cotton field is managed by Tian Gui. The planting is good, and his cotton is not bad either. I can't peel it myself, so I took advantage of the crowd here to get it.
When Mrs. Tian heard Mr. Pi's compliment, she just smiled and didn't say much. She was very anxious.
When the two families separated, the fields were divided, and now the cotton is planted in the soil of the sister-in-law's family.
If my sister-in-law Wang Xiaoju knew about it, she might come back to cause trouble.
But whatever you are worried about comes to you. Neighbors, fellow villagers, and fields are connected, and everyone knows who is from where.
As soon as Pi Shi finished speaking, Qin Shi interrupted: "I remember that your cotton field belongs to Xiaoju. Genbao is a gardener, and he was asked to do her family's craftsmanship, and the cotton was given to her. "
Mrs. Tian was always clumsy, her face turned red at this moment and she didn't know how to respond.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Pi glanced at Mrs. Qin and said with a smile: "Aunt Qin is quite generous. Did Xiaoju help pick a basket of dung or hoe a nest of grass? She wants a quilt for no reason. I think it's her fault. A daughter-in-law should respect her mother-in-law."
It is said that two kinds of people cannot sleep under the same bed. Pi Shi is a lively person and is also a quick talker like Xu Gensheng.
In the past, he said what he thought and even helped Xu Changshou speak.
Now that her husband is taking her with her, she knows who is close to whom and who is far away, and will take things away from her home. Wang Xiaoju doesn't want to go back to the village, so why should she care about the good things in the village.
Qin was blocked, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable, and her expression was not good-looking.
But the women around her were chatting about other things, and no one cared about her mood.
During the day, Mrs. Qin became very angry.
Tian Gui's family next door also had a lot of cotton, and the white flowers took up the entire sunba, which made her greedy.
But now she doesn't dare to be as wild and abusive as before, and can only stare at her daughter-in-law Lianhua at all times.
Lest she lose sight of it in the blink of an eye, Lianhua ran to Tian's house to help the big-bellied woman.
I came here just to relieve my boredom, but now that I was crowded with people, I couldn't sit still, so I found an excuse to go out.
But she felt unwilling to leave like this, so she wandered around outside the drying shed alone, poking her head around in a sneaky way.
Others didn't care about Qin's reaction, but Li Laoshi in the crowd did.
His ears were listening to the chatter, but his eyes were always looking outside.
What does that woman want to do? Is this an urgent need to urinate or are you holding in a poop?
Sister-in-law Jiang entrusts herself with the responsibility of guarding the warehouse, and must keep it "safe," "clean," and "tidy."
I scan it several times a day, no one is allowed to secretly poop or urinate!
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Jiang Zhi soon learned about the evening party in the village.
An idea suddenly came to her mind.
I went to the village the next day and first found Li Laoshi: "People in the village come here to enjoy the cool night. You have to keep an eye on them and don't play with fire."
Originally, gatherings were not allowed in the warehouse, but there was no suitable leisure place in Xujiacun, and they often talked here, so people came here out of habit.
Fortunately, it is filled with tree leaves and grass poles, so you don't have to worry about theft prevention, but you only have to worry about fire.
Li Laoshi patted his chest: "Sister-in-law Jiang, just keep it in your heart. I don't need to tell you. Every kid in the village who is taller than a barrel knows that anyone who touches flint will be beaten to pieces by his father."
Nowadays, Xujia Village is just a big grass nest, the weather is dry and everything is dry, and every family keeps an eye on the fire for fear of being burned down.
Jiang Zhi was accustomed to asking this question. After checking the baskets and piles of leaves and grass powder in the warehouse, he knew that the villagers were not lazy.
Last time, I sent thousands of coils of mosquito coils to Huojia Pharmacy, and also sent some mosquito repellent liquid and mosquito coils to Zhang Juntou. Now I have not made any more mosquito coils, but I have not stopped preparing raw materials.
After walking around the warehouse, Jiang Zhi went straight to Xia Xiucai's house.
The weather was hot and the sun was poisonous, so Xia Xiucai built another thatched shed outside his home.
There is a pile of mugwort and various grass residues and leaves next to it. They are all garbage residues used to make mosquito coils. The green smoke floats away the mosquitoes, which is a good use of waste.
At this time, there were several women sitting inside, all of whom were doing needlework with the scholar. Every one of them was very serious, and no one was laughing and joking.
When they saw Jiang Zhi arriving, they all said hello: "Village Chief!"
"Auntie!"
"sister in law!"
Jiang Zhi glanced at these five or six people. They were all young wives from the village, and there were two little girls.
Among them are Tian Tao from Tian Gui's family, Chunxi from Xu Genyou, and lotus from Xu Genqing's family.
Jiang Zhi nodded, "It's good. I can learn some embroidery work from him in a down-to-earth manner. I will have skills to rely on in the future."
When Xia's mother saw her coming, she hurried over to greet her: "Sister Jiang, it's very hot. If you have anything to do, just ask Er Rui to tell her. You're tired from running all the way."
My daughter-in-law started embroidering fans. Although my son still meditates a lot every day, his mood is stable and he no longer shouts endorsements every day. At this time, he can still practice calligraphy with his grandson.
When Jiang Zhi arrived, he saw Xia Xiucai writing a copy for Xia Yuan. He looked over and saw: What a good handwriting!
She also became more and more enthusiastic. It would be a waste not to use such a talent as a wife.
