Ruoxuan nodded her head confidently: "Of course!"
How could this evil thing stop her?
You don't even need to use magic, just a drop of weak water can do it.
Her colorful stones contain not much of anything but water.
Ruoxuan took a drop of weak water and used her spiritual power to disperse it into mist, which scattered throughout the field.
A burst of black mist steamed up from the field, turning into white mist in the blink of an eye.
But these Mrs. Lei can't see them.
Ruoxuan scraped off some powder from the colorful stones, added a little bit of Jiutianxi soil, and sprinkled it on the field.
She clapped her little hands: "Done!"
Colorful stones are stones that can mend the sky. Nine-day soil can nourish all things. There is absolutely no problem in fertilizing the fields.
Mrs. Lei: "..."
Is it that simple?
She thought...
Well, she couldn't imagine how complicated it should be.
Mrs. Lei bent down and looked carefully to see if there was any change in the ears of rice.
At this time, under the influence of spiritual energy and colorful sacred stone powder, the rice in the field gradually became fuller one by one, but if you weren't staring at it every day, you wouldn't be able to tell.
But Mrs. Lei came to see the rice in the field every day, and she still saw the changes in the rice.
Fortunately, the changes were not obvious. There was still half a month before harvesting, so it was possible for them to grow suddenly. She finally felt relieved.
"Grandma, do you have any other fields or vegetable plots at home?"
Mrs. Lei nodded: "Yes."
The weak family now has a total of five acres of paddy fields planted with rice, one mu of dry land planted with peanuts and sweet potatoes, and half an acre of vegetable land.
The combined harvest of these fields is far from enough to feed the whole family of the weak family, and it can only ensure that they will not die of hunger. This is also the wealth that the weak family insists on preserving.
In the past, when the weak old man had not died in battle and the weak family was prosperous, they once had fifty acres of land.
Later, they were all sold to the deputy general under the weak old man at a high price, and now they belong to the Zhongyong General and his family.
Ruoxuan: "Let's go!"
Mrs. Lei cheered up and took her precious granddaughter to the remaining land of her family.
It's the same situation.
The peanuts and sweet potatoes in the fields of weak families also grow worse year by year than those in other fields, and they are prone to attracting field mice and insects. A harvest of only half is considered a good harvest.
The vegetable leaves in the vegetable field are also full of wormholes.
Ruoxuan used the little remaining spiritual power to disperse a drop of weak water, and scattered some colorful stone powder and Jiutianxi soil into the ground. After doing all this, the grandfather and grandson went home.
When the grandfather and grandson returned home, it was almost dawn, and the roosters crowed one after another in the distance.
Wu Shui and Wu Chuan had already knocked down all the dates, loaded the car, and cleaned the yard.
It was Ruoshui who called Ruochuan up to help. Anyway, he also helped with yesterday's persimmon.
Mrs. Liu has just made mutton steamed buns, which she learned from the people in the village.
The villagers in Xishuihe Village all fled from all over the country when the world was in chaos. There are people from all over the southeast, northwest, and they can see everything to eat.
Everyone would give each other some hometown snacks to their neighbors during the Chinese New Year and holidays. Liu is so handy that he can usually make them after seeing how to make them once, or even eating them.
Seeing that it was almost dawn, Mrs. Lei said, "Fourth, Sixth, look at how these dates are sold, and the mountain products that Fourth made yesterday. Keep half of the goats, pheasants, and hares and sell half of them, and keep some chestnuts for home use." That’s it, dry the medicinal materials and sell them when Lao Wu comes back. For the rest, you two brothers should discuss whether to sell them in the county town or in the prefectural city. "
Xuan Bao has been clamoring to eat rabbit and mutton all day long. Mrs. Lei doesn't want to sell it, but the weather is not very cold now, so half of it will be enough for two or three days to prevent it from spoiling for too long, so she can only sell it.
Ruochuan said: "Fourth brother, you go to the county town to deliver persimmons to that family, and then bring a basket of dates and ten pounds of millet seeds. I will take the rest to Fucheng to sell."
Weak Shui had no objection: "Okay!"
The weak old woman said: "That's it, it's getting late, you guys hurry up and set off."
Ruoxuan had already climbed onto the cart, "Let's go."
At this time, the brothers of weak ship, weak ship and weak ship woke up and ran out. When they heard the words of the adults, they immediately shouted:
"Dad, I want to go too! I can take care of my sister."
"Fourth uncle, we are going too, we will help sell things."
…
Weowu Shui brought several children from the family with him, including his eldest nephew who walked out at the end without making a sound.
This time, with the eldest brother Xiu Zhou helping to take care of his younger siblings, Mrs. Liu stayed at home and did not go out.
Along the way, several brothers explained to Ruoxuan what they had experienced when they went to the city before. Ruoxuan ate the mutton buns while collecting sunlight, and listened with gusto.
When she heard that someone in the troupe could breathe fire, she suspected that that person also knew magic, and was even better than her.
She doesn't even know how to breathe fire, and at most she can exude the fragrance of various flowers.
It was already noon when Weu Shui pushed a cart with a few children into the city.
Because the study was relatively close, he went to the study first to deliver books.
Ruoshui parked the trolley outside the door of the study. He held a bundle and walked in with several children.
Ruoshui put the book on the counter: "Shopkeeper, the book has been copied."
The shopkeeper of the study was greeting the distinguished guests and responded without raising his head: "You wait first, I will pay the bill to Mr. Zhang first."
"Okay." Ruoshui responded.
First come, first served, as is the courtesy.
Ruoxuan smelled the familiar sweet fragrance of persimmons and looked up at a young man dressed as a scholar standing in front of the counter.
Her round, big eyes were shining: This brother is so good-looking! Did he also eat the persimmons that Granny Zhang bought yesterday?
Zhang Qian noticed that the little girl was looking at him curiously. He looked down and saw that there was a little girl of similar age at home. When he saw Xiuxuan, he felt friendly and smiled at Xiuxuan.
Ruoxuan smiled back and said sweetly: "Brother, you are so good-looking."
Weak Shui: "..."
He didn't know that his daughter was like her mother and a womanizer?
Remember when he asked his wife why she wouldn't marry him? He originally thought the answer was that his talent made her heart secretly promise or something like that.
As a result, the wife said: Of course, my husband is the most handsome man I have ever seen!
He was dissatisfied and asked, "Would this lady not marry me if she met a man more handsome than her husband?"
She nodded without even thinking: "Of course!"
So angry!
Zhang Qian laughed: "My little sister is also very pretty."
Ruoxuan smiled even brighter.
She is a flower, born with a love of beauty, and loves to be praised most!
At this time, the shopkeeper wrapped a few books and handed them to Zhang Qian respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, I would like to thank you for five taels of silver."
Zhang Qian turned around and took out one ingot and five taels of silver to pay.
Ruoshui then opened the bag and revealed ten copied books, "Shopkeeper, I copied these two books too carefully and accidentally wrote my own opinions on them. Can you accept them?"
Ruoshui took out the two books and showed them to the shopkeeper.
Last night, he was copying the book with the help of God, and his thoughts were flowing out like a fountain. He and his second brother were so absorbed that they accidentally recorded their understanding.
Zhang Qian picked up the book he bought and was about to leave. When he heard this, he glanced at it subconsciously and praised in his heart: Good words!
The shopkeeper frowned after hearing this, with a hint of disgust in his tone: "Books like this can only be sold as used books. Our study never sells used books. You can sell them at a used bookstall!"
Of course there are also annotated books for sale in the study, but those are all annotated by famous teachers!
A word worth a thousand dollars!
This is not a book that has been annotated by a scholar like him who has not even passed the exam.
He admitted that Weo Shui's books were well written and many students liked to buy the books he copied.
But he has good calligraphy, and he is not even a scholar, but he still dares to sell books he has annotated?
He is not afraid of making people laugh, but he is also afraid of misleading others and destroying the sign of the study!
It’s simply overestimating one’s abilities!
