Jiang Yi's grievance was calmed down, but the remaining sheep put Zheng Ruqian in trouble.
At first they were just little lambs, each weighing four to five or six pounds, and they were thrown into the carriage.
It took half a year for them not to grow fully, but they gradually stretched out and weighed forty or fifty kilograms, making it more difficult to move them.
Even if they can barely fit into the carriage, they must be prevented from knocking out, the carriage from rolling over, and the sheep from being destroyed.
But it was difficult for Zheng Ruqian and Fang Heng to die.
Later, a seasoned sheep farmer from northern Xinjiang stepped forward and tied the sheep's feet two by two with strips of cloth, leaving a slip knot, and told them to feed them with water and grass every day. If it took too long, they would have to turn them over to avoid the sheep's skin. Soaked.
Then he worked hard to transport the sheep to Longxi County.
The subsequent feeding was not difficult at all, and the long-term workers he hired were also very responsible. Zheng Ruqian picked the two largest and fattest ones, but encountered another difficulty when he wanted to transport them back to Fengjing.
The journey from northern Xinjiang to Longxi is only three to five days, and it can barely be transported by wrapping the sheep's hooves.
It took a full month to travel from Longxi to Fengjing. Even if the sheep didn't suffocate to death, they would still be hemiplegic. Can they still be eaten when they get there?
She's as thin as a sheep bone.
At the suggestion of the chief engineer, Zheng Ruqian asked a carpenter to build a wooden cage cart, which is a carriage with a wooden cage on it. It is a bit like a prisoner transport car, with a special space between the wood and the wood for smashing eggs and vegetable leaves. gap.
It's just that the gaps in the wooden cage cart are for the sheep to stretch their heads and breathe.
The original carriage was filled with hay, and then the two sheep were transported back from Shangjun.
Because it was too time-consuming to stop and go to feed the sheep, Zheng Ruqian saw that they were about to arrive. Zheng Ruqian was lazy and did not feed them. He rushed into the small courtyard and just talked and laughed with his brothers and sisters, so that the two hungry sheep started to wail.
"Baa... baa..."
The half-grown sheep grinned and howled, showing its white and fine teeth, which was really a bit scary.
The four siblings, except Xu Mo, rushed out. Zheng Ruqian was responsible for getting grass and water. The other three huddled together and carefully looked at the rare Northern Xinjiang sheep.
Mutton in Fengjing is expensive. The fundamental reason is that it is difficult to raise large numbers of sheep. Only a few people raise a few sheep with weeds at the entrance of the village. When they grow, they sell them to earn a living.
The deboning price of five taels per kilogram puts it far behind other meats and has become a high-end product.
Even so, anyone who has really tasted Beijiang mutton will lament that local mutton is not half as good as Beijiang mutton.
Jiang Sheng suppressed his curiosity, looked at it for a long time and said, "This sheep looks uglier than our sheep."
Everyone inside and outside the house laughed.
The quality and taste of meat may be affected by the variety, feeding habits, or differences in grass and water, but it can never be determined based on beauty or ugliness.
"It's a pity that my second brother doesn't specialize in raising sheep, otherwise I have to tell you everything." Zheng Ruqian scattered the last handful of grass, "I'll cut some grass for them to eat and drink in the past few days, and we'll kill them during the Chinese New Year." .”
Although they couldn't buy new clothes or set off firecrackers, they had sheep to eat, and they were sheep from northern Xinjiang.
Jiang Sheng responded with a smile, his voice crisp and sweet, "Okay."
This New Year, I finally got what I was looking forward to.
There is no grassland in Fengjing, but it is more than enough to cut some grass for two sheep to eat. There are enough people in the second courtyard, either Jiang Sheng or Chang Yan. If you bring three gingers and four gingers, you can cut enough for three days in two hours. It’s time to eat.
Sometimes I meet some acquaintances and are a little surprised to see a cart full of grass. “Are you planning to weave straw mats?”
Jiang Sheng did not refute, smiled and waved, "Wish you a happy new year."
The other party could only hand over his hand and reply with the same joy.
There are still two days before the New Year's Eve. Jiang Sheng cut more this time. He has no place to sit. He can only cross his legs on the shaft of the car. Behind him are piles of grass, which are exposed from the curtains of the car, which is quite strange. Shabby.
She had a carefree personality and handed the reins to Jiang San, holding her chin and looking at the red lanterns on the roadside, the red candied haws, and everyone wearing gold and silver on the road.
Passing by the door of a gold jewelry store on Sidao Street, she saw a mother and daughter choosing their favorite gold hairpins and trying them on.
It was a pair of silk-wrapped hairpins, with fine gold wire twisted into a twist pattern to form the shape of a flower or bird. The bird held a crystal clear ruby in its mouth. The whole shape was exquisite and full of aura, which was very beautiful.
The mother carefully put the hairpin into the girl's hair and straightened her temples, then said with a smile, "Only such a beautiful hairpin is worthy of our joy."
The girl lowered her head shyly, seeming to be happy but also worried, "Mother, my grandmother has cut off your middle income, and I can't make ends meet with your dowry alone. It's better to forget about such a precious hairpin."
"No." She held the girl's hand, "If you like it, then buy it."
The maid in purple clothes cleverly stepped forward to pay the money, leaving the two of them as a loving mother and daughter.
It was at this time that Jiang Sheng, wearing simple old clothes, with bundles of weeds behind him and half a fallen leaf on his head, whizzed by.
Carriage speeds are not allowed in Fengjing City. The two groups of people have enough time to clearly see what the other party is doing, who the other party is, and what is behind the other party.
It is full of jade and weeds.
Silk brocade robes and old cotton clothes.
The kind mother and daughter and the dumb girl.
Similar big eyes, different temperatures.
Liao's hand holding the gold hairpin tightened suddenly, and the hairpin that was originally flat tilted directly, stinging Jiang Chenghuan's scalp.
"Mother," she exclaimed.
Only then did Liao let go of her hand, panicked, "Are you hurt? Is there any bleeding?"
Jiang Chenghuan bit his lip and said nothing.
Ms. Liao didn't ask further questions, she just looked at the back of the carriage loaded with weeds, as if thinking of the little girl who was as tenacious as weeds.
"Mother." Jiang Chenghuan mouthed, but made no sound. He just leaned forward uneasily, as if he wanted to get closer, and closer.
"Mother." The same mouth shape and no sound, this time it was Jiang Sheng.
She opened her mouth in confusion, trying to call out unfamiliar and obscure words, but she fell silent the moment she blurted them out.
There is only one word difference between her and my grandmother, so why is the difference so big?
She couldn't scream it out, couldn't imagine it, and couldn't connect Liao's appearance with the golden light.
The only thing she could do was to tell herself that it didn't matter if she had a mother, she still wouldn't be able to eat the mutton from Northern Xinjiang.
The carriage galloped, and the wind blew behind my ears.
She grinned wetly.
