She also confessed that Buru bought some soybeans in the village, and the calves pulled so much, so she had to make up for it.

Jiang Zhen was pleasantly surprised when he saw a cow and circled around the cow.

"Sister, let's make a house for the cow, it's such a cold day, there's nowhere to hide."

"Okay, let's build a cowshed for it out of bamboo." Jiang Yi thought for a moment and replied.

Just do it, the two hurriedly went to the back to cut bamboo, and Buru, who had just come back with soybeans, went home non-stop and borrowed a saw.

He picked a load of grains, and the dried seedlings came and could be used to feed the cattle.

Jiang Yi asked her younger brother to cut the bamboo into two and a half meters, she dug a small ditch more than a foot deep in the ground, buried the bamboos one by one, and then tied them up with a grate to make a wall.

A two-meter-wide and three-meter-long calfshed has a bit of a look, and Bu Shuigui divides the bamboo into two halves next to it, removes the bamboo joints, and uses the positive and negative methods to piece together to make a shed roof, which is obliquely covered on it.

Unless such a roof encounters heavy rain, it will not leak, and the water is expensive to earn this net worth, and the brain is still quite good.

The four of them worked together, and this small calfshed was quickly set up, and Jiang Zhen picked up some mud and pasted it on the top and the wall to ventilate.

In this way, a new member was added to the family.

Jiang Zhen took good care of this new member, adding grass and water, and was afraid that it would be cold at night, so he put old clothes on it.

Feed it a handful of soybeans every morning and evening.

The big buffalo was raised for six or seven days, and not only recovered as before, but also became stronger.

On this day, Brother Da Ma brought two or three villagers from the village over with him.

"Brother Fei'er, these days we have also dug a lot of loaches in our own fields, all of them have been dried, and we can't eat much at home, didn't my brother and daughter-in-law contact Lin Feng Restaurant? Can you help us sell it together? ”

"Yes, isn't it 20 copper that you bought for the restaurant? We've got 18 brass for you. A villager chimed in.

A countryman who has never seen much of the world, asked him to negotiate with a restaurant to do business, I am afraid that not many people can do it, and besides, he does not have many goods, and it is troublesome to take them to the town for retail.

Bu Ru agreed; "Such a trivial matter is naturally no problem, I'll go talk to Chunya."

Jiang Yi was at the door, and when she heard the words, she walked in; "Naturally, there is no problem in helping you sell, but I still have dozens of catties here, I'm afraid that people don't want so much, and it is always inconvenient to bring them back to you when the time comes."

Brother Da Ma thought for a while and said, "Then let's do it, let's sell you 15 copper of dried loaches, and it has nothing to do with us how you sell them, okay?" ”

Jiang Yi didn't want it, but she thought that Brother Ma helped her family a lot, and they were all villagers in the village, so she could help if she could; "Okay, you go and get the loaches, if the goods are not good enough, I don't want them."

Favors belong to favors, doing business belongs to doing business, and you can't always use money to collect bad goods, and you will lose money as a result.

Everyone said it was no problem, so they all went home and sent them over, and Jiang Yi knotted them one by one.

There were more than 1,500 copper left, 1,000 for cattle, 200 for vegetable oil and soybeans, and more than 200 catties for the remaining 300 copper.

The next day, Jiang Yi got up early in the morning, packed up all the dried loaches that had been dried before, plus almost fifty catties of what was collected, a total of more than 130 catties, tied them on the back of the cow after loading, and went out to the market with Jiang Zhen.

Bu Ru originally planned to read a book at home, but later thought of something and asked to follow.

At this time, the people in the countryside were simple, locked the door and went out, and there were no thieves who came to pick the lock, and they were not afraid to pick the lock, and there were some brown rice valuable inside, so they went together.

Along the way, the fields were bare, probably because Jiang Zhen brought the atmosphere, and I saw many people digging loaches in the fields along the way.

The three of them walked very easily, it was different to have a cow, and the more than 100 catties on the cow could be said to be effortless.

If you call three and a half-year-old children to carry more than 130 pounds on their backs, and walk more than 20 miles with an average of 40 pounds per person, I am afraid that they will be tired and unbearable.

When he went to Lin Feng's restaurant again, Shopkeeper Chen looked at the goods and said with a smile; "The dried fish is bought well, many guests will order a plate of current snacks, two or three catties a day, now there are not many, there are dried loaches instead."

To make a dish of dried fish, a plate of ingredients is at most two or three taels, and it is not bad to be able to buy two or three catties a day, and not everyone orders it in comparison.

In a small place like Lin Feng Town, this kind of passenger flow is quite considerable.

Jiang Yi thanked the shopkeeper Chen, and after Ma Li's weighing, he had more than 2,600 copper on his body, and there was about 400 copper on the dried loach he collected, and there was still more than 2,200 copper in the balance.

Out of the door of the hotel, walk the Confucian road; "Chunya, I want to go to the old master, there are some things in his book that I can't understand, I have to ask."

Jiang Yi has always been very concerned about academic matters, so without saying a word, she pulled the cow and walked to the small shop where she ate noodles last time, and asked the shopkeeper to find out about the old master's residence, so she spent 10 copper on the road to buy two catties of pastries.

Originally, I wanted to buy two catties of meat, but the 20 copper pounds of meat are a little expensive, although there is some money now, but I also have to look at it, besides, two catties of pastries come to ask some questions, and I can get it.

According to the noodle stall owner's guidance, the old master's home is on a street in the town that is not remote, but not very lively.

Knocking on the courtyard, the old man came to see the door and was a little surprised to see them.

Bu Ru hurriedly bowed; "Old master, I took the liberty to disturb me, I came to the door today to ask for advice, there are some marks in your "University" that I can't understand......"

Seeing that they were here to ask for teaching, or maybe they saw the pastries in Jiang Yi's hand, the old master invited them in.

As soon as I entered, the first thing I saw was a deserted yard with nothing in it and overgrown with weeds.

The area is about fifty or sixty square meters, the front end of the courtyard is a fence facing the street, and the back end is a blue brick house, which is very dilapidated.

Stepping into the tiled room, there is a hall with a patio in the middle, which divides the hall into the upper hall and the lower hall, and the two sides of the hall are side rooms.

In the middle of the upper hall, there are some ancestral tablets, there is no tribute on the table, there are a few incense stalks left over from the incense burner, and there is nothing else in the upper hall.

There is no furniture in the lower hall, just a few long wooden benches, a table, and an old yellowed portrait of Confucius on the wall next to it, which looks very shabby and simple.

The little boy I saw last time was leaning over the table, using a brush to practice calligraphy on the yellowed and shoddy rice paper.

The seven or eight-year-old boy would not hide his thoughts, he looked at the pastry that Buru put on the table, swallowed slightly, but did not get up to take it, but continued to bow his head and write.

Bu Ru looked at his handwriting, although he was only seven or eight years old, he wrote quite a stroke by stroke, and his writing was no worse than his own, and he didn't feel a little blushing.