Sighing, Steward Qian said, "Muren, don't touch your head. ”

"Oh, I'll come back another day." Mu Ren said in a daze, not understanding the meaning of the money manager's words at all.

"Don't come here for this time." The money steward warned, "Even if you take advantage of the unpreparedness of others and sneak into the big tent, it will be asking for your own hardship..."

As soon as the words fell, "Dangchang", a crisp sound came from the big tent not far away, if I heard it correctly, it was the sound of porcelain being broken.

Steward Qian hurriedly pulled Mu Ren, trotted all the way, left the big tent far away, found a secluded place, and saw that there was no one around, so he asked in a low voice, "Have you heard all the movements in the big tent?" What do you think of Lord Tanghis's mood right now? ”

"The bowls are all broken, can you still be good?" Muren was a little frustrated, "Thank you, teacher, I went to work." ”

"Don't be in a hurry to leave," the money steward called out to Mu Ren and complained, "You kid, didn't I tell you, if you are short of food, come to me, I feed the whole family alone and don't go hungry, I can't eat all the food, and it's easy to get insects there, why don't you listen?" ”

The money steward is not young, but in Sunit these years, he is still alone, and the money and food that Tangith gave him cannot be used up by one person.

Mu Ren arched his hand at the money manager, "The teacher taught Mu Ren to read and write, Mu Ren should be filial to you, how can you eat your food in turn, no, never." ”

Steward Qian looked at Mu Ren with a smile and a smile, "Among the Mongols, how come there is such an outlier as you, who is even more pedantic than me, then I ask you, what should Hasen do?" Are you just going to watch him die of illness? ”

"This..."Mu Ren was speechless, and fell into a dilemma for a while, asking for money and food for the manager, which was contrary to the standard of doing things in his heart, but if he didn't want to, then Hasen might not have a few days to live, as a brother, how could he bear it.

"Okay, okay," the money manager took the initiative to say when he saw that he was embarrassed, "I borrowed the grain from you, and I will pay it back in the future, so it's okay, right?" ”

Mu Ren hesitated for a while before nodding slowly, "Teacher, don't worry, Mu Ren will definitely pay you back." After all, it was the psychology of saving his brother Hasen that prevailed.

"Then you remember, come to me after work at night, don't let people see it." The money manager carefully warned that although he had some surplus food, he could not borrow it casually, and if people saw Muren taking grain from him, he would not be able to cope with the army of grain borrowers that followed.

Seeing that Mu Ren nodded in response, he explained, "Work carefully in the past two days, don't let people grab the pigtails and become their punching bag." ”

"Teacher, what the hell is wrong with this Lord Tanghis?" Muren is not stupid, the money steward solemnly admonished, he soon woke up, it must be that Tang Jisi was not in a good mood, and sprinkled the fire on his housekeepers, these people are angry, of course, they have to find a place to get angry, and those who work like Muren are undoubtedly the best angry bag.

"Don't ask, Muren, I know more things, it's not good for you, I'll go first, and you can go to work quickly." As he spoke, the money steward turned and walked away, muttering something in his mouth.

Mu Ren stood in place, watching the money steward leave, and then walked towards the sheepfold, and said a little suspiciously, "Fifteen hundred taels of silver? How much food can you buy? ”

Just now, when Steward Qian left, Mu Ren clearly heard the complaint in his mouth, "... Bargain, I want 1,500 taels of silver, where can I go to make up for it? ”

......

Boredom chewing grass roots, Muren stretched his waist, just lay down on his back to the sky, thought about it and sat up again.

He doesn't even have a dog now, and his family can't afford to have enough to eat, so he can afford to raise a dog, so he has already given it away, and he relies on himself to herd sheep.

Before leaving, the money steward told him to be cautious still echoed in his heart, so that Muren had to cheer up, not to mention losing a sheep now, even if the sheep accidentally fell and suffered a small injury, I am afraid that he will also be severely criticized by the housekeeper, and then take the opportunity to deduct some rations.

However, the place chosen by Muren is good, this is a small valley, surrounded by several hills, and the sheep graze leisurely at the bottom of the valley, Muren only needs to sit halfway up the mountain to have a clear view of the situation below.

Although the mountain is not high, to be exact, it can only be considered a small hill, but if any sheep wants to escape by jumping up the hill, Muren can see it clearly, just mount a horse, chase it down the hillside, and quickly capture it with a lasso.

His mount, a gray mare, followed him, also bowed his head and ate grass, horses are not like dogs, it is not possible to raise them, without horses they can't even do work, but people like them can only raise mares, so they can milk some milk, and stallions can't afford to raise them.

"Gollum..."A cry in the abdomen woke Muren from his stupor, and it was time to eat.

Muren stood up, untied a skin bag from the saddle, pulled out the stopper, smelled the sour smell wafting out, and couldn't help frowning, it was yogurt pimples.

The weather is hot, the fresh milk can't be put down, and it can be put for two more days after fermentation and acidification, which is an indispensable food for them to go out to work, but if they eat this thing every day, the stomach is easy to reflux acid, which is really uncomfortable.

It's just that now Muren still has the qualifications to be picky, even if it is yogurt pimple, it is impossible to eat happily, it is not bad to be able to pad the stomach and suppress the hunger a little.

Holding his breath and raising his head, Muren poured a mouthful of yogurt gnocchi, let it slowly flow into his stomach, and there was something in his stomach, and finally stopped protesting, and the cry gradually died down.

Looking down at the flock of sheep at the bottom of the valley, they were all dragging long wool and staggering, obviously the movement was already a little inconvenient, Muren felt a deep headache, and he also knew that this wool would not work without shearing.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, maybe one day, a sheep will be sick with fever, and the burden on the body is heavy, and it is hot, the physical strength will be consumed more, and the grass will naturally eat more.

But sheep shearing is a real chore, hot and tired, no physical strength is really unbearable, but Muren is not full now, what is lacking is physical strength.

There is also the disposal of wool afterwards, it is a bad thing, you have to collect it first, and then dig a pit and bury it, if you leave it alone, the sheep will eat their own wool into the stomach It will be troublesome.

Why don't you be lazy this year? Pile the wool together and burn it in one fire? Muren was a little undecided, although this was labor-saving, but the fire together would damage the pasture somewhat, and the weather was dry, if it caused a fire, it would be bad.