There are so many leaves, rice husks, soil, chicken and duck droppings on the children.
In a normal family at this time, all the adults in the family would be beaten.
Do it! Where did you go to do it? Can't you change into patched clothes?
Therefore, the villagers saw the child.
"Go quickly, change your clothes, wash your face and hands, and take off the things from your hair."
"I'm so tired and sweating! It's hot at noon, and you still have to go to the fields. Are you confused?"
"I changed my shoes. I'll wash them for you later. Why did you rub your little face?"
"Hanhan, take a drink first, and I'll get you something in exchange."
"Yo! I also picked eggs and duck eggs and left them there. There are so many grasshoppers, just in time to fry them."
"It's numb! It's hurting, and your hands are scratched. Don't cry."
The parents comforted Hanhan by saying that as long as he came back, it would be fine even if his clothes were scratched.
If it’s bad, it’s bad! Let's use it to make rags and wear new clothes.
The loss is nothing more than a little money, how can Hanhan still bring up the child?
Sure enough, the children happily changed their clothes and washed their faces and hands. Some felt it was too uncomfortable and simply took a bath. After washing their hair, they rubbed it with a towel, put it up, and opened it to dry after eating.
They are not afraid, they have done nothing wrong, their clothes are just like this, they drive chickens and ducks to eat, catch grasshoppers and recite by themselves.
Lunch is rice, plus a few stir-fried vegetables, and wild vegetable and egg drop soup. The wild vegetables were dug by the children yesterday afternoon!
The officials stopped drinking. They were busy with official duties today. They were collecting land taxes one after another and escorting them to Nanjing.
It's okay at the moment, but if we go by history, in a few years, it will be a matter of letting the li chief keep an eye on the land tax. If the number is large, the li chief and the land tax officer will be allowed to escort them to Nanjing together.
The officials said they were lucky enough to see the emperor, but in fact they could not see him at all.
The mayor was not interested in this matter at all. Hanhan said, don't lick it like that, it's useless.
The head of the village understood that our village is different from other villages.
I can deliver food directly to the prince from my own village, so what does it matter if I go to Nanjing or not?
I don’t know whether to go or not. What if the prince asks the hermit master, what should he answer?
Don't tell the truth! Isn’t it considered bullying?
To be honest, our village guard Hanhan is that expert, oh my god! Not allowed to be quartered by five horses?
This is no longer a question of bullying or not, it is clearly a matter of jumping up and kicking the prince in the face in public.
The higher you jump, the harder you fall, right?
As promised, what about trust between people?
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The weather at this time is cool in the morning and evening and hot at noon.
It’s already snowing further north, so it’s absolutely impossible to march further north this year.
We won't attack Sichuan until next year. We need to mobilize troops and keep up with logistics.
Zhu Wentian ate with his head down, thinking about how to exert his strength without targeting Sichuan, which had historically been able to finish the battle.
Regarding the re-conquest of the remnants of the Yuan Dynasty in the year to come, whether to find a way to stop it or to provide assistance.
There will be drought in so many places next year. How can Lao Zhu trust an early warning?
If we dig a well this year, we will tell the surrounding villages that there is going to be a drought, and the production will be reduced by 15%. If we don't tell them, the production may be reduced by 30 to 40%.
Thinking about it, Zhu Wentian picked up the vegetables and took a look. There were scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts. There were no leeks. There were also no eggplants and cucumbers on the table.
oh! The garden is closed, the radishes have not been harvested, and the green onions for winter will have to wait for a few more days.
I have been here for more than a year. Is the development speed acceptable? Is the foundation solid?
"Hanhan! Eat the pig tail, it's soft, hehe!" Chang gave Hanhan a piece of braised pig tail.
He saw that Hanhan was not active at the moment, his brows were furrowed, and he felt distressed. What was he thinking about?
"Eh? Hey! Tail, sway, ah, ah! Uh-huh! Hey hey hey hey."
Zhu Wentian woke up suddenly. He had been silent for a long time, which was not in line with the setting.
He looked at the other officials and Zhu Taisan and Zhu Taisi with a silly smile, shook his head, and ate happily.
He figured it out in an instant and told Lao Zhu, believe it or not.
Only when others are rich can the village make more money. Otherwise, it will face a group of people who want to sell soap but cannot sell it, and want to sell rock candy but they cannot afford it.
The officials looked on without saying anything. They were used to it, and the village just took care of the villagers.
I guess the master came to the village just for this reason. Which other village didn't have people causing trouble?
Xiaqiu Village is different from them. Xiaqiu Village is a whole village with no one to restrict it. The village chief can do whatever he says.
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The days passed in a daze. The ship came back with a lot of silk and satin, and asked for a thousand kilograms of stone alkali to be delivered.
At the same time, more boats were mobilized to load silage, and more than 30 boats had to be loaded into one pond.
Inside are grass and straw collected from various villages, beans and purple flowers from this village.
Added extra sugar and some minerals.
The prince asked for a recipe to make soup dumplings, but they still haven't figured out how to get the soup into the dumplings.
Zhu Wentian said that after being transported for a long distance, the soup dumplings were indeed slumped, and the taste was not as good as steaming them and eating them right away.
There are two ways to make this stuff, one is to freeze it, the other is to freeze it, add the stuffing to the soup and freeze it into the ice-water mixture before wrapping it.
Of course, there is a third type, which is to fill the soup dumplings with the mouth open. It really means pouring the soup inside, usually chicken soup. It is filled with a container and the dumplings are not closed.
If you can make a syringe and a needle and draw water in, there's nothing wrong with it.
If you add water before steaming, the noodles will shrink and you won’t be able to tell when they are steamed.
Crabs with a little roe can produce a lot of yolk, and the crabs are all yellow, and people who eat them start to doubt...
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Then one day it snowed lightly, which is abnormal south of the Yangtze River.
The place connected with Xiaqiu Village has rented large livestock and planted rapeseed and ramie.
Fifty people helped transport bricks and cement blocks from other kilns and returned the cement blocks for grinding.
Two hundred people continued to build houses, all of them grateful.
Especially Wang Laowei, his father has been here and the village has always given him medicine, and now he is recovering well and can walk normally.
He doesn’t ask for money either. He provides on-site guidance. If anyone doesn’t do well, he will scold them and then teach them.
Others are convinced. This old guy is very capable and usually doesn't care about others. If you don't do well, others will pretend they don't notice.
This time it was different, there was no wages at all, and people were just watching.
"Who made the mud? I know it's called cement. It doesn't matter what kind of mud it is, but it has holes, the sand grains are too big, and there's no sieve? Damn it, do you live in a house like this?"
The old man has a bad temper. He doesn't care whether it is cement or not, mud is mud.
The mud you apply must be fine. If the sand particles are too big to be sifted out, there will be holes in the mud, which is not acceptable.
He doesn't want money, he drinks the village's medicine, and comes over to watch when he can move.
Others are still convinced, but the old bricklayer knows how well the ashes mix even when he is plastering with his eyes closed.
There is nothing to say, rework, people’s eyes are open!
The person who sifted the sand was kicked. Just because of you, we have to work more.
Those who sift sand are all apprentices and have no human rights.
"Hanhan, Wang Laolian's father can do it!" The manager looked on not far away.
Zhu Wentian's eyes showed joy: "Change the medicine, okay! Hehehehehe!"
The medicine he was given before was already good, but now he thinks he can upgrade it. This old man is awesome!
Not only do they have to change the dressing, but they also have to be given extra benefits and let them act as supervisors.
I didn't see anything when others touched it, but the old man said no, and when I knocked, there were indeed small holes, just a few, as big as pinholes.
What kind of look and experience is this? No wonder County Magistrate Li interceded and asked the village pharmacy to provide medicine to help.
Therefore, the skilled craftsmen who were built in Fengyang Zhongdu were killed in history...
