If you have money in your pocket, your waist will be hard, and your grandfather and grandson will walk to a place that specializes in selling groceries on Xiliu Street.

Today, in addition to selling dendrobium, I also have to buy bits and pieces for the house.

After buying it, the back basket couldn't be loaded, so Mr. Mu directly rented an ox cart to pull the things home.

The driver helped unload the things in the yard, took the fare, and drove the ox cart away leisurely.

Luozhi now knows that Grandpa is also a shopaholic, and now Grandpa is responsible for buying, buying, and she is responsible for taking the money.

Buckets, dung buckets, a stack of four wooden barrels, the top bucket stuffed with firewood knives, sickles, saws and axes, grandpa said that this is to be used to clean up the wasteland; Large wooden basins, small wooden basins, a stack of four pots, the basins are stuffed with straw, wrapped in coarse porcelain bowls and spoons, there are many people doing things, and there are many dishes and chopsticks needed at home; A large iron pot of one foot and eight inches is placed upside down, covered with kitchen knives, spatulas and more than a dozen packets of salt and soy sauce; Then there are the steamers, and there are twenty of them in the dustpan.

The dustpan is used to dry dendrobium flowers and leaves, and the shopkeeper said that these two kinds of drying are better to buy.

"Luozhi, you look at the cleanup, I will take Ah Shu and Luo'an to dig dendrobium," the old man hid the silver and came out, and took the courtyard gate and the three of them left.

The ones I bought today were only used when the house was built, and all the Luozhi was simply put in the back cover room.

In the past two days, the mule has been frequently entering the city, and the mule has a lot of labor, so Luozhi took a sickle and went to the vegetable yard to cut the water spinach and feed it.

After dinner, everyone packed up the dendrobium and planted roots in the backyard wasteland forest, the old man was eager to make money, and he just wanted to buy a few more pieces of woodland for planting dendrobium.

Luo Zhi was pondering how to answer, and immediately heard her grandfather say: "This land purchase can't hide from the patriarch and Lizheng." They've always been nice to our family."

Old Man Mu has been honest all his life, and he really can't lie.

"But if I don't buy it, I'm not reconciled."

"Such a good way to make money."

Luo Zhi understands Grandpa's entanglement.

It's easy to get a way to make money, and no one wants to give it away.

What's more, some things in the village over the years have also broken Old Man Mu's heart. When his stepmother drove him to live in the outer fifth ring road, no one in the clan came forward to speak for him, and when his wife and children died, the cold words of the people in the village, when the old man thought of the past, this heart was like soaking in a brine jar, salty and bitter.

At this time, Old Man Mu can still entangle his concealment from the villagers, and his heart is vaguely uneasy. It can be seen that Grandpa is really a good person.

In this case, Luo Zhi thought, she should fulfill Grandpa. What's more, as the saying goes, "there is gold in the house, and there are scales outside the house". There is a lot of gold and silver in his house now, but if he does not have a reasonable source, it is not easy to use it.

"Grandpa" Luozhi was determined to push the old man thoroughly: "Our family will build a house immediately."

"Do you cut the wood for building the house yourself?"

A word wakes up the dreamer. Then he thought of building his own house, and he had to help his clansmen to go into the forest to cut wood. When the time comes, they can see dendrobium as soon as they enter the wasteland forest in the backyard.

Unless, he pulls out all the dendrobium!

Pulling out green seedlings and destroying fields is a taboo for croppers, even if you even think about it, it is a sin.

Old Man Mu shook his head, as if he wanted to shake out the devil in his mind. He finally made up his mind that some people had treated him badly, but he could not become a devil because of his mistreatment.

After so many years of suffering, he can't make mistakes now and ruin his virtue for a lifetime.

Virtue is the foundation of a person.

The next day, as soon as he came back from selling dendrobium in the city, the patriarch Mu Guishu came over. Luozhi hurriedly put on the white sugar water, and grabbed another plate of peanuts and put it on the table.

"I just heard Li Zheng say that you want to build a house, so I came here on purpose."

"First I built a house at home, which was the errand between Yexian and his second brother."

"You know what to buy and how to buy this house."

"There are a lot of things to do to build a house, and you can't be busy alone, so let them run errands for you."

"Now, your nephews are older, too. You let them learn from you. ”

Old Man Mu heard his cousin say this, and once again regretted his previous entanglement.

"Brother Guishu," Old Man Mu said after taking a deep puff of dry tobacco leaves, "I want to buy land."

"Buy the mountain behind our house."

Buying land? Or is it mountainous? Mu Guishu was stunned: "What's wrong?" Do you have enough wood to build your house? Didn't you just buy the land a few days ago? ”

Mu Guishu knew that Mu Gui and his previous clan had a lot of fruit trees growing in the land - the saplings were moved by him back then.

Luozhi's grandfather and father, as the descendants of Mujia Village, have a piece of free forest land in the mountain behind the village. Its size, it is said that it is also planned uniformly in the clan, one acre. However, this forest land belongs to the clan, which is the remnant of the ancestors, and is not considered personal property, that is, the person who gets the land only has the right to use it, and has no right to inherit it - after his death, he must return the land to the clan. It is redistributed by the clan to newborn children and grandchildren who have reached the age of 12. After Luozhi's father passed away, the clan took back the forest land he had allotted, leaving only a piece of the old man's hand.

The old man's land used to have cedar trees. Then, in order to build a house and get married, more than half of it was cut down, and when it was replanted, thinking that there would be children after marriage, I immediately picked common fruit trees such as peaches, pears, and dates and carried more than a dozen trees. Fruit trees are inseparable from light, so only two rows of cedar trees are planted on the periphery of the ground, and only fruit trees grow in the center of the ground, some wattles for basket weaving, and vegetables and plants eaten by pigs.

The current patriarch said that there was not enough wood, and this came from this.

"Then go to my field and cut it down first, your building is a big deal, and you can't delay it."

Old Man Mu listened to his cousin's words and felt comforted.

Once again, I regret my previous entanglement.

"The wood in my mountain woodland is really not big enough to build a house. However, the new woodland is about the same."

"But I didn't buy land for wood."

"I'm going to plant, plant dendrobium."

"What, what do you say you're going to plant?" Mu Guishu asked.

The old man didn't say much, and led his patriarch brother directly to the backyard.

"Isn't this a pigweed that has gone crazy along the river?"

"You bought woodland just to grow this? It is only right that you want to raise pigs and a variety of sweet potatoes, and pigs don't like to eat this thing. ”

As a qualified farmer, patriarch Mu Guishu is not a hands-off shopkeeper, and he is proficient in all kinds of farm work and housework.

Old Man Mu suddenly remembered that he had the same reaction when he heard Luozhi say that Dendrobium could make money, and couldn't help laughing.

Mu Guishu looked at his cousin inexplicably.

At that moment, Old Man Mu repeated what the shopkeeper of Xinglintang said word for word.

The patriarch knew his cousin's character, and when he heard him, it would be eight or nine and ten.

Patriarch Mu Guishu's head buzzed, and he was dizzy for the pies smashed down in the world - this dendrobium is one catty and two hundred wen, which is five catties and one tael of silver, ten catties and two taels of silver, and one hundred catties and twenty taels of silver......

No, no, the patriarch tried desperately to tell himself to calm down, but his heart was still hot.

He squirmed his lips again, and counted, the woodland is cheap now, a hill, only one or two silver. And if this dendrobium spreads, the calculation is so far, the patriarch hurriedly said: "Buy land, let's buy land quickly."

"Let's go find Cousin Li Zhengyan," the patriarch said calmly, "We have to breathe with him about this."

The patriarch Mu Guishu was born a few years after his father settled in Mujia Village, and he was four years older than Old Man Mu. Although he did not leave his hometown that year, he did not hear his father Mu Hong tell about the desperate misery of that year - the river embankment broke, every county was flooded, and thousands of families dragged them to the high ground, and then ran all the way to the neighboring county.

As a result, I didn't expect the neighboring county seat to close the city gate and impose martial law on all sides. The city could not enter, and when the grain they brought was finished, they ate wild vegetables, tree bark, and Guanyin soil. Later, the will of the imperial court came down and moved them to the south of the Yangtze River. According to the head, give them bamboo slips, and every place they go, they will be given three catties of firewood and rice by the local county government and them.

"At the hardest time, even the bark was grabbed. Fortunately, I have many brothers and work together, and ordinary people don't dare to rob them, otherwise, where can I get here, I would have killed people a long time ago. (Something strange seems to have crept in.) )

Every time, his father ended his speech with this sentence, so that his sons could know the truth of brotherhood - there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck. The only constants are fathers, sons, brothers, and blood relatives of the same clan.

Later, his father Mu Hong became the patriarch, and Mu Guishu witnessed many times that in order to survive, the village worked together with neighboring villages, robbing the sun in flood years, and grabbing water in drought years, and the clan concept was even more deeply rooted in his heart.

Now Mu Gui and his cousin have a way to get rich, and they can't hide it from anyone in the clan – the clan is the root, the dependence, and the cornerstone of his family's prosperity.

The two brothers immediately went to their cousin Muyantang's house. As the patriarch thought, after hearing this, Li Zheng's lips trembled with excitement, and his short beard was curled.

The land in the village is limited, but there are more and more people in the clan -- the Mu clan, who came to settle down in 56 years, has only 28 households, 57 men, and 37 people. In the county, 15 acres of paddy fields and 10 acres of dry fields were given to a man, and Mu received a total of 855 acres of paddy fields and 570 acres of dry fields.

Fifty-six years later, there are 356 households, 568 males, and 519 people. However, there are only 3,510 acres of paddy fields and 3,212 acres of dry fields.

Except for a small part of this extra land, most of them were obtained by the ancestors who wore the stars and the moon and opened up the wasteland.

But now, the wasteland in the village has been reclaimed and almost exhausted, and the clan is still growing rapidly – seeing that the next generation is of marriage age again.

If you don't get another entry, Li Zheng is so anxious that he can't close his eyes for half a night: how can these children live?

Now, well, Li Zheng happily thought, with this dendrobium, dendrobium can be planted in woodland. There is a lot of woodland in the village, and the children of the clan have a way to live.

"Okay, good" Li was holding the dendrobium brought by his cousin Mu Guihe, and after looking at it for a long time, Fang carefully put it back.

"Guihe," Li Zheng said happily, "You, and Luozhi, are the great heroes of our Mu clan."

"With this, there is hope for the children of our Mu clan!"