Silly Zhu Xu saw the fear in her expression, pulled her to sit outside the cave, and then personally led someone to clean the cave, and then transported the grain bags into it and stacked them.

Zhao Qingshan sent the convoy away, and finally climbed up the mountain but saw that the work was done, so he wanted to help close the door and lock it. Dong Rong stopped him and said, "There are still a few truckloads of grain that will arrive soon." ”

Hearing this, the handymen also felt that something was wrong. Everyone looked at each other, and finally poked Zhao Qingshan to speak. Zhao Qingshan was also curious, so he asked around the corner, "The owner buys so much grain, but does he have other plans?" Are you still going to recruit more people? ”

Dong Rong was also hesitating whether to give everyone a wake-up call, and after thinking about it, he replied vaguely, "I have no other plans, I just heard about the drought in the south, and I am afraid that there will be a shortage of food in winter, so I will prepare more." If you have open space in front of the house and behind the house, you can also plant some sweet potatoes and taro, and you can fill your belly at the critical moment. ”

"The owner is right, it's very hot this year, and we don't have a lot of rain here."

"That's right, I heard that relatives from the south have come to take refuge in Liujiabao, and it seems that the grass is dying of drought there."

Everyone began to talk about it, although they didn't necessarily treat the grain storage as an imminent matter, but at least they all put it in their hearts. When I went home from work at night, I mobilized the old lady, daughter-in-law and children, the wall was full of dried vegetables, and the wasteland in front of the house and behind the house was also turned over and planted a few rows of potatoes, sweet potatoes and taro.

Dong Rong reminded others that naturally she would not leave her own family. The few acres of thin fields at the foot of the orchard hill had just been covered with fertile pond mud, and now they had been ploughed twice and all planted with sweet potatoes. This thing tastes sweet and hungry, even if people can't eat it, they can feed pigs, in short, it won't be in vain.

After she was busy with this, she never mentioned the word "famine" again. On the one hand, she was afraid that the news would spread too badly, and which villain would take the opportunity to detain her as a rumor-monger, and on the other hand, it was also because she was going to concentrate on tending to a few apple trees.

In the past few nights, she was busy cutting the thinnest oiled paper she bought and sewing it into a palm-sized bag, and then on the day when Dong Pingxiu went up the mountain, the family of three was busy with their own division of labor.

Silly Zhu was too strong to do delicate work, so he was sent to stand guard on the periphery to prevent the living from breaking in. Originally, Dong Rong planned to climb the tree to bag the fruit herself, but Dong Ping was afraid that her sister would attract poisonous snakes again, so she refused to agree. In the end, Dong Rong had to point out while holding the ladder under the tree, but fortunately, Dong Ping was smart and ingenious, and after a few, he became more and more comfortable.

Murong Huaide whispered to the Jiazi group to help guard it, and then he took a straw stick and leaned against the trunk of the tree to watch the excitement. The handymen were busy at the bottom of the mountain, and Mrs. Yu and Sister-in-law Liu and others were ordered not to come, so the apple forest was extremely quiet at this moment. Except for the birds and birds occasionally singing and flying by, only the laughter of the Dong family sisters and brothers remained.

Murong Huaide closed his eyes comfortably while listening to the faint smile sent by the mountain breeze, Xu is the mountain breeze is too cool, and the sunlight is too gentle, and he actually fell asleep unconsciously. In her sleep, she was sitting under a tree in a beautiful dress and smiling, while he was taking his lovely children around the tree to play...

Dong Rong and Dong Ping were busy for a long time, and the sweat beads were crackling and dripping from the sun, so they stopped and planned to continue after lunch. The two shouted a few times and didn't see a response from the stupid pillar, so they looked all the way over, and saw that he slept very sweetly.

Dong Rong was so funny that she stepped forward and pinched his mouth and nose, until he woke up, then sat down and shouted, "Let you look at the wind, why are you asleep?" I dreamed of something good and laughed silly. ”

Silly Zhu was sorry that she interrupted her dream, and said perfunctorily, "I dreamed that there were golden apples on the tree." ”

Dong Ping also sat down when he heard this, and said with a smile, "Borrow my brother-in-law's auspicious words!" ”

"Hmph," Dong Rong stretched out her hand and knocked the two of them one by one, and said angrily, "I originally planted golden apples!" ”

After speaking, she raised her eyes to look at the oily paper bags swaggering in the mountain wind not far away, and proudly announced, "No, I planted a miracle!" ”

Dong Ping and Silly Zhu looked at each other, deliberately made a strange face and refused to respond. Dong Rong stomped her feet in annoyance, "If you don't believe it, just wait and see!" ”

Silly Zhu and Dong Ping both laughed, "Okay, I'll wait." ”

Dong Rong felt despised by her younger brother and the stupid minister, and since then she has been holding back a lot of energy in her heart, soaking under a few apple trees every day, catching insects today, watering tomorrow, hoeing grass the day after tomorrow, and being busy. Occasionally, when I was free, I racked my brains to think back to how my parents pasted words on the fruit in my previous life. It's a pity that she left home early because of her studies, and she has only heard many skills, but has not actually operated them, and now she can only slowly grope while praying for the god of crossing to open her golden finger.

In this way, the days slipped by like flowing water, and soon the beginning of autumn passed, and the bud fields outside the village of Yimipo had gradually faded their green color and began to change to pale yellow.

The four seasons garden has also entered the finishing stages of various works, the shrub walls around the orchard have grown half a man's height, several gravel roads have been paved smoothly, the thatched pavilions in the middle of the pond have been built, and even the railings of the trestle leading to the shore have been varnished. Near the foot of the hill, three adobe houses have risen from the ground, and although they are simple, they are more than enough to raise 100 chickens.

On the peach tree halfway up the mountain, those hairy peaches are slowly blushing, although the taste is not good, but it is also excellent to be a snack for children. After Zhao Qingshan asked Dong Rong, he found a good weather to pick all the peaches, and then drove to the fruit shop that he often came and went in previous years. Thinking about the more than 100 baskets of peaches, even if they are not sold much, there are more than 20 taels of silver, which is barely the first entry of the orchard.

However, things just don't go well. In previous years, the little steward, who was quite familiar with him, lost his smile when he saw Zhao Qingshan's road, and he had to go around the car for a while, and he even threatened to throw the peach to feed the pigs, for fear that it would make the pigs disgusted.

Zhao Qingshan was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he wanted not to sell it, but because of the fact that there was only one fruit shop in the entire county, he had to be patient and flattering the little steward, and in the end he still gave a dime of broken silver to be honest.

It turns out that the surname of the owner behind this shop is Xue, and the eldest young master of the Xue family specially sent a little scholar to pass on the message a few days ago, and the fruits of any family will be harvested this autumn, but they will not accept the Chen family's orchard, of course, it is the Four Seasons Garden today.

Only then did Zhao Qingshan understand that his owner had met a villain, and he had no choice but to pull the fruit back to the orchard.

Dong Rong heard what Zhao Qingshan said, and then pondered that among all the people she knew, the only one surnamed Xue who bullied Dong Ping that day was the one surnamed Xue, so she rolled her eyes fiercely and said secretly, "It's really a narrow road." ”

Zhao Qingshan was worried that there was nowhere to put the large pile of peaches, so he said euphemistically and tentatively, "The host, the little steward said that their eldest young master is also studying in the academy. You see, you don't need to find the young master to intercede..."

Dong Rong waved her hand vigorously and sneered, "Brother Ping is going to take the Xiucai exam soon, how can you distract him at this time because of a little thing?" ”

Zhao Qingshan rubbed his hands and sighed, "Then you have to think of a way, the owner, the peaches should rot after a few days." ”

Dong Rong frowned and pondered for a long time before saying, "In the past few days, let Sister-in-law Qiu and them all bring a basket, and sell it by the way when they sell ice bowls, remember that the price is lower than the market price." The rest of the peaches are all made and then buried under the peach trees, and maybe the peach blossoms will bloom next year, and the peach wine will be sold at a good price. ”

Zhao Qingshan had no other good way, so he could only bow his head and respond.

Dong Rong couldn't see his dejected appearance, and scolded with a smile, "It's just a trivial matter, it's not a big deal, and our orchard doesn't expect these peaches to live!" This time, the Xue family's shop did not accept peaches, and presumably the remaining pears, pomegranates and dates would not be harvested again. It's better to follow this method, store what can be stored, and make sake if you can't. ”

Zhao Qingshan was a little energetic, and he barely squeezed a smile. When he got out of the house, he beckoned the handymen to unload the cart and muttered to himself, "The orchard doesn't expect to make money by selling fruit, so what can it expect?" Is the proprietor stupid? ”

Not to mention Zhao Qingshan's confusion in his heart, he only said that Xue Dashao in the academy was also puzzled, obviously there was news in the shop, saying that he had refused to buy the fruit of the shrew of the Dong family, and the rumor had also spread. Why didn't you see Dong Juncheng come to him to kowtow and be soft? Could it be that the shrew of the Dong family would rather lose money than let her younger brother bow to him?

What is so good about this Dong Juncheng, he is praised by Mr. all day long, and his classmates also like to associate with him. Now that his sister has given up a lot of money to protect him, why is he so good?

Thinking like this, he turned his head to look at Dong Ping, who was reading seriously by the window, and was stunned, and he didn't hear what Mr. said in front of him at all. Needless to say, the consequences of not paying attention to the lectures are very strict. The thick "New Interpretation of the Analects" was put on the desk again, and Xue Dashao spent countless nights cursing the Dong family siblings while writing hard books.

Of course, his swearing had no effect on Dong Rong at all. After dinner this night, Dong Rong stood on a high place and looked at the beautiful and quiet land of his own from afar above and below the mountain, and he was really proud in his heart, and he pulled the stupid pillar around with joy. When I came back, I felt that the evening breeze was much cooler, so I realized that I should start to remove the bag of apples.

A few days ago, Gui Sheng, who had finished his work, settled his salary and took his wife home. Dong Rong was very reluctant to let the old lady leave, but no matter how good she was here, it was not the home of the mother and son, so she could only take some food for the old lady, and then sent them down the mountain.

However, in this way, only the young couple were left in the hut, which was cleaner and more convenient. Dong Rong took a brush and dipped it in ink to write on the spread out thin oiled paper, and then cut it out along the handwriting. But her idea is good, but the font is really a little out of her hands, whether in the past life or in this life, there is no opportunity to practice more, how can it be possible to write a good hand? ZM