Back in the village.

In the village, the women boiled milk tofu.

When they arrived in the early morning, the women had not yet started.

For every morning the women were busy with their own affairs, feeding the cows, the pigs, the chickens, washing clothes, cooking, and serving the elderly.

So every day is busy with this stall, and everyone starts to work.

Grandpa Song also came this time, and when he saw Mrs. Ma, he squeezed his eyes, and Patriarch Ren also had an expression of "you replying well".

Then I introduced them to Lord He, this is Song Fusheng's wife.

They saw the demeanor of Song Fusheng's daughter just now, and at first glance she was literate, could it be that the old lady was also literate?

No, no, no.

So how do you keep accounts?

Oh my God, what is that difficult, Mrs. Ma led these adults to her village home.

At that time, Song Fucai and Song Fuxi were still lying in the nest, with bare shoulders and wounded cloths on their heads and bodies, so they drank the medicine given by their mother, were startled, and hurriedly dressed themselves.

Lord He's eyes flashed.

He also has a record of what injuries these people have suffered.

Mrs. Ma pointed to a pile of stones, "This largest stone represents a thousand pieces of milk tofu, and the one that does not slip represents a hundred, and this small stone is scattered." ”

Understand, adults, we old ladies use these stones to record how many milk cubes are boiled by the women of every household in the village to settle the wages.

"By the end of the year, how many yuan can be delivered to the Kuraba Ya?"

Mrs. Ma dipped her thumb in the spit, and began to flip through her small notebook, squinting while first telling that it was 300 cows sent at the beginning of a few months, and another 300 cows were sent at the beginning of a few months, and if she kept doing it like this, until the end of the year, a total of 140,000 yuan.

Actually, in fact, there are more than that.

10,000 yuan was given to Lu Pan. Alas, not only do we not have wages, but we have to pay for the women in the village ourselves, and we can't let the family work in vain.

"My lord, the first man only gave 99,000 milk bricks in silver, and now the warehouse owes us ......."

Patriarch Ren hurriedly interrupted and stopped.

What are you doing, what money does the housekeeper want.

Mrs. Ma pondered: What are these adults here for? Don't solve the actual problem.

I've never seen anything like this, and your court can't be unreasonable, so you don't give money when you receive the goods first. Owe us little people, are you embarrassed?

She had only done it before, giving the money before paying.

Just when I was selling dim sum.

Until now, there are still people who have paid the cake deposit but did not come to her to return the money, and they have taken advantage of it in vain. She wondered if she had been taken to the battlefield?

However, Uncle He's son and the county Cheng looked at each other and smiled.

Master He wanted to give Mrs. Ma a higher level of their spirit, so that it would be better to write it out and report it, so he asked Mrs. Ma a question.

Roughly speaking, I heard that you have fled the famine.

If, after reunification, groups of refugees from other places pour into Fengtian City, what will happen if you see it?

Mrs. Ma thought to herself:

Our village does not allow outsiders to enter, this is a military village.

I don't go into the city either, so how can I be free? I was so busy that I didn't even have time to feed the chickens on this day, where to meet the refugees? Besides, don't think that my old lady doesn't know that refugees are not allowed to walk around.

It was useless to ask. You just say when the warehouse will settle the bill for us.

Mrs. Ma and Grandpa Song glanced at each other, and said with a grateful face: "I think that at the beginning, we received a lot of favors from others along the way, and if I see other refugees in the future, I will give it to Leba." ”

That's cheap, let my granddaughter bake a few pots.

"Carry hunger."

Patriarch Ren added next to him, saying My lord, what Song Fusheng's mother means is that people like them who can get a big red card are a minority after all. Only Leba can make more and more refugees eat less and have a full stomach.

How do you record it, sir? Whether you want to polish the rough words said by these farmers, the staff gestured with their eyes.

Lord He also signaled with his eyes, and he told the truth.

"These people are in the village, how is the inscription?"

In ancient times, word of mouth was very important, so Uncle He's eldest son asked, and the county magistrate of Nursery Rhyme Town also nodded beside him, meaning to inquire about this, which was indispensable in the report file.

Patriarch Ren smiled in his heart, don't say that you ask casually in the village, you just go to Wufu and Sanyang Village to inquire, and others will say hello.

Without Song Fusheng's work of making chili peppers and milk bricks, Sanyang Village would not have the income from planting dairy cows and pastures, and Wufu Village would not have the county order to exempt them from some taxes in order to solve the problem of pepper circles.

The man of the big white fat lady said to Lord He and them, "Since they came, we are fine, and the beans they planted are all in my house." ”

How in your home?

"Back to my lord, those people don't have time to make sauce, what are they eating."

The big white fat girl couldn't hold back, and said: "Their gang wants to plant peppers and make Leba milk bricks for the imperial court, and they can't take care of what they eat." ”

Third Uncle Ren, "Since I came, I have known that this group of people is benevolent and righteous." ”

How is benevolence?

The ninth sister-in-law said that it is cheap to buy snacks for us, so you can recognize your relatives.

To what extent, my lord, they burned a lot of paper during the New Year, and they cried for those people in their hometown.

I heard that Song Fusheng killed a Lizheng, and the patriarch Ren who is accompanying him now is Xinlizheng, so go to the house of the former Lizheng who was replaced and listen to what he has to say.

Ren Gongxin held a sack in one hand, which contained several live old hens, and only opened the door with a firecracker in the other, and he stared at them with wide eyes.

The first reaction of fright hurriedly hid the firecracker, and threw it into the courtyard with a flick of his arm.

The emperor is dead, and firecrackers are not allowed.

Who are you?

Are you Ren Gongxin?

Yes, my eldest son is Ren Zisheng.

"Ask whom? Song Fusheng?

That's my son and nephew, and on the other side of the river, we're like a family.

Isn't that going? Give some old hens to make up for it......

I tell you, my nephews don't use them to send food, so they go by themselves, and ......do it for nothing."

When asked about replacing Lizheng, Ren Gongxin said that it was my nephew who felt sorry for me.

Kindness? Even the nursery rhyme town and county Cheng who knew about it were stunned by him.

And Ren Gongxin lied and didn't blink at all.

He didn't dare to say that he sent chickens and things to thank Song Fusheng for bringing back his second son, and he was afraid that his second son would be arrested again.

I don't dare to say it, I was replaced by Lizheng, it was a corruption relief food, and I was afraid that I would be arrested.

He leaned on his feelings, kept talking, and his eloquence was excellent, he really didn't act as a lizheng in vain, saying that Song Fusheng was taking care of his body.

"Look, my lord, my hands are shaking. I was paralyzed for a while, and the grass people were always worried about sharing their worries with the court for a few more years, thanks to Fusheng's persuasion of me, let go of this stall, and persuade me to be a villager and share the worries of the court and the adults......"

Patriarch Ren felt that he had no ears to listen.

I've never seen such a good way to make up nonsense.