Xie Jing asked questions and said them in an affirmative tone.
Di Ying glanced at him, gritted her teeth and said, "There are so many people these days who don't live up to their name. Do I have to force them to change their names?"
"Just change this village." Xie Jing insisted.
"OK,"
Di Ying nodded in agreement, and then said: "You can change it to whatever you want."
Xie Jing: "Okay, let's call it Pofa Village."
Di Ying: "...you should take care of yourself."
Xie Jing rolled his eyes: "That's called the Law-abiding Village."
Di Ying: "...This is a place name. It will be passed down for a long time, and it may even be passed down for thousands of years. Please be careful."
Xie Jing blinked her peach blossom eyes and said: "Then let's call it Chuncheng Village. The freedom of women's mind and body, and the experiences of Chunhua mother and son, should be remembered."
"Um."
Di Ying firmly agreed.
This is more meaningful than those chastity memorials.
Since then, Anfa Village has become Chunchang Village.
But that's a story for later. After all, Di Ying still has to report to the superiors and wait until His Majesty approves.
Now, Di Ying and Xie Jing have found the home of Chunhua's parents.
The spring flower is called Zhuang Chunhua.
Twenty-eight years old, he was still squatting at the door of the yard, playing in the mud.
A child was passing by the door of her house. As soon as he saw her, he picked up stones and tried to throw them at her. However, a woman behind him grabbed her by the ears and carried her back.
While carrying the child, the woman reprimanded him: "I told you not to provoke Chunhua, but you just didn't listen, right? Walk around her, and don't throw things at her. If you don't listen, I'm not doing well." I’ll give you a slap in the face!”
When Chunhua saw the child, she also grabbed the small stones on the ground and looked like she wanted to throw them over.
Xie Jing looked there strangely and looked at the adults strangely.
Di Ying knew what he wanted to ask, so she said softly: "Generally speaking, no matter what kind of women they are, they all have a sacred feeling about pregnancy. Even if they are not intelligent enough, they will instinctively want to protect them. own children.
If the child is gone, they usually...when they see the child, they think it is theirs, and they want to rush up to give it a hug, a kiss, or take it home.
But Chunhua's reaction was exactly the opposite.
Explanation: She has only hatred and no love for her child.
Why is this so?
I don’t need to tell you the reason, right?
As for that woman... I'm afraid the villagers in this village feel pity for Chunhua and dislike her. Therefore, do not approach or provoke them. "
"This is actually not bad." Xie Jing said.
Di Ying nodded lightly.
There are many times: not provoking and not getting close is the most appropriate safe distance and respect that both parties want most. This is enough.
Di Ying looked down at herself. Although he, Xie Jing, and Zhou Lin were dressed as plainly as possible, they were still quite eye-catching.
Moreover, the three of them are all men, and they don’t know if they can get close to Chunhua.
Di Ying thought, first go to the banker's neighbors to inquire.
I saw Father Zhuang coming out.
He was not yet fifty years old, but his temples were weathered and his back was slightly hunched. When I came out, I saw three strange men standing not far away, looking this way.
He became very wary, grabbed Chun Hua, ordered him into the house, and shouted loudly at the other side: "Who are you?!"
Chunhua obviously obeyed her parents. As soon as she was ordered, she immediately ran into the yard and ran back to her house with her head in her hands.
Seeing that Di Ying couldn't get out of the way, he smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Here comes this old man. We are here to collect fur goods. Look at the cold weather here. The fur goods business is booming. I wonder if you have any at home?" ah?"
"No!"
Father Zhuang refused angrily, then turned around to enter the house.
But as soon as he turned around, he turned around and warned the other person: "Don't come near the door of my house!"
After saying that, he was about to enter the hospital and prepare to close the door.
Di Ying hurriedly stretched his neck and shouted: "Do you have any dry goods? Dried fruits, dried fish, dried shrimps, dried peppers, dried corn, whatever. We accept them all. The price is pretty good. Two kilos of corn per pound. Money."
These words successfully made Mr. Zhuang stop in his tracks and retract his hands.
With this year's bumper grain harvest, farmers have mixed feelings.
The good news is: It’s been a bumper harvest, and I won’t have to worry about going hungry for a long time.
Worryingly: food prices have fallen.
In the past, one stone of rice cost one hundred and fifty to two hundred cents. Now one stone of rice only costs eighty cents.
Corn is much heavier than rice, and can be grown in any place. It does not consume fertilizer, does not take up land, and can fill the belly. Therefore, even if the price is extremely low, farmers still like to plant some wherever possible.
Usually not sold.
In previous years, one stone of corn could be sold for less than forty coins. What now? You can't even sell it for twenty coins.
However, these merchants wanted to charge them at the price of two copper coins per pound. It was no wonder that Mr. Zhuang was moved.
But he still couldn't believe it, so he turned around and asked: "Is it one copper plate for two catties, or two copper plates for one catty?"
He was afraid that the other party would say the opposite.
In fact, even if I say the opposite, the price is still relatively high.
Di Ying smiled, gesticulated with her fingers, and replied: "One catty, two copper coins, no deception."
Now that Father Zhuang was convinced, he quickly raised his hand and said, "Then you wait there for a moment. I'll pack the corn, old man, and move it out to sell it to you."
Di Ying smiled and nodded: "Okay, take your time, don't be in a hurry."
How could Father Zhuang not be anxious?
He was afraid that such a "foolish" businessman would run away or receive enough from others.
He hurriedly entered the main room and got the corn.
In rural areas, a large, strong trough is usually built with stone slabs, stone bricks, etc. in the corner of the main room. It is high on the inside and low on the outside, slanted on all sides, and is very smooth.
There are also several blocks inside, used to store different types and years of grain.
It is covered with a large thin stone slab. When you want to take it out or put it away, just lift it up. I usually keep it tightly covered.
Why are you in the main room?
I want to go alone.
Father Zhuang lifted up the stone slab covering the corn, grabbed a basket, and hurriedly scooped out the corn and put it in it.
This kind of ladle is in the shape of a barrel, with a diagonally cut port. A full ladle is at least two kilograms.
One bucket weighs about twelve and a half kilograms; one stone weighs about one hundred and twenty-five kilograms.
Father Zhuang scooped up the corn and calculated the weight.
When the basket was full, it weighed about fifty kilograms. Then he picked up the basket and quickly walked out of the courtyard gate.
There was no time to install the second one, so I thought I would try selling fifty pounds first.
As a result, the "foot merchant" happily paid one hundred pence.
Father Zhuang held a hundred coins in his hands, his hands and mouth trembling with excitement, and he asked tremblingly: "Do you want to take it back?"
