Du Mei has been too tired lately, and she is worried about her father's first seven memorials, and today she finally fulfilled her wish. That night, she lay down early and slept very soundly.

The four walls were snow-white, and the roof had no beams or reed mats, but it was as snow-white and flat as the walls, and in the middle there was a flower-drawn disc that gave off much brighter light than an oil lamp, and there was no choking smoke or flickering flames. This place is completely different from the location of the Dashun Dynasty. The sleeping Du Mei re-stepped into the dream, and this time the feeling was unusually clear.

In her dreams, Du Mei was free to move around, tiptoeing around, not wanting to be discovered by her master.

The room was small, and a girl with her hair loose and a thick square cushion on her pillow, nestled in a large chair in a strange posture, seemed to be asleep.

She wore a strange garment, neither buttoned nor laced, and it was so short that it could not even cover her legs, and she wore the same color directly on her legs, which looked similar to obscene pants.

She wore socks on her feet that Dume had never seen before, outlining a small and delicate shape. Du Mei was a little ashamed, compared to this girl, her socks made of cloth were too ugly.

Du Mei curiously gently lifted the broken hair that was hanging on the girl's face, and couldn't help but be surprised, this girl ...... He is seven or eight points like himself.

Although there was no bronze mirror in the second house, she had seen herself in the water. Looking at the skeletal figure, especially the fullness of the chest, Du Mei knew that this girl was older than herself.

The owner of the house fell asleep, and he looked a little like himself, and he felt inexplicably kind. Du Mei was not as reserved as before, and began to look around.

The big chair that the girl slept in could only be said to look like a chair, and nothing else could be seen. The eight chairs in the grandmother's hall are all carved from the same color of wood, and it is not usually for people to sit. It is said that Uncle Jia Suo has been busy for a month in order to make the carving on the back of the chair.

And the chair in front of him was all made of cloth, and it was very coarse linen, and in the Great Shun Dynasty, only the poor people used this to make clothes to wear. Du Mei stretched out his hand and touched it, the cloth was coarse, but it had good elasticity, softer than the cotton wool at home. No wonder the girl fell asleep here.

In front of the large chair was a large rectangular table, with several books piled up horizontally, and the light reflected on the slick and shiny skin. Du Mei has seen the three-room Du Jie read and write in the courtyard in the summer, and the books he went to the private school are far less beautiful than this.

She flipped through a page, only to see that the characters were small, crowded into rows one after another, some turned back at the end, and some stopped halfway, which was really interesting to watch. She was illiterate, but she remembered that Du Jie shook his head and read the book vertically from right to left. But is the book read sideways from left to right?

There is an open booklet next to the book, but why is there only a horizontal bar and no words? Du Mei turned the page forward, and there were words written on it, dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, of different sizes, in red, blue, and black, and with some puzzling marks.

She thought it was not a book, and the words on it were all neatly lined up. Du Mei carefully flipped it back over, trying to keep it as it was.

A long, thin tube was stuck in the place where it was opened. As thin as her fingers, but longer than her fingers, the front part slowly thinning and only a little bulge.

Curious, Du Mei picked it up and looked at it, and by accident, the little bump scratched the paper, leaving a black line thinner than her mother's embroidery thread.

Seeing that she was in trouble, she hurriedly tried to take the thread away, but the more she touched it, the darker it became, and even her fingers turned black. She hurriedly put the mysterious thing back in its place, fearing that her master would find out, and nervously rubbed her black fingers.

In a conspicuous position on the table, there was also a black box, boxy, with an apple gnawed by insects painted on it. There is a black line attached to it. Du Mei touched it carefully, the tentacles were cold, she didn't know what it was made of, she was afraid of getting into trouble again, so she hurriedly retracted her hand.

Next to the black box was a smaller and thinner box, not much larger than her hand, black in the middle, white on all sides, with a green light at the top, and a thread at the bottom.

Du Mei listened closely, and it was actually a female voice coming from inside. She was startled, could it be that there was a ghost hiding inside? The green light looked like the eyes of a ghost.

Boldly, Du Mei reached out and grabbed the white box, and his right index finger just stuck in a groove on the back, pinching it firmly. Suddenly, the bright light flashed, and the original black part suddenly lit up, and rows of words and pictures appeared. Du Mei was startled and almost threw the box out.

Slowly, the clever Du Mei immediately understood that the female voice was not a ghost, but was reading the words in the box, and these words were talking about ducks.

She gently held the box and carefully put it back on the table, like holding a bowl of soup for her mother, reluctant to spill a drop.

Next to the big chair where the girl slept there was another one that was exactly the same, the only difference being the different colors on the linen. In addition to the thick square cushions in the chair, there was also a thick cotton cloth that was neatly folded.

When Du Mei saw that the girl was sleeping curled up together, and seemed to be a little cold, she unfolded the cloth and covered her. Of course, she is still a little cautious, if the girl suddenly wakes up, it will take time to lift the cloth, and she can take the opportunity to hide.

Du Mei had this dream many times, and her curiosity kept her wondering what the female voice was saying, so she sat down and listened carefully.

Ass just sat down on that big chair......

Damn! Du Mei seemed to be sitting on a thorn, and the bullet jumped up, and the chair looked hard, but he didn't expect that as soon as he sat down, it actually kept sinking, which scared Du Mei.

Coming to this house, Du Mei was frightened once again for everything he did. But after all, she is a thirteen-year-old girl, and it is natural to be bold and curious. Du Mei used his strength to feed, pressed his hands on the large chair cushions, and found that he would indeed sink, but he would never let himself fall.

So, she sat down slowly with her hands on the handle again. I was prepared, and when I sat down, I moved from side to side, and oops, this is really not an ordinary comfort.

The big chair was softer and warmer than her and her sisters' beds. Leaning back, his back also sank in, and his whole body seemed to be nested in the clouds, and it seemed to be rolling in the pile of cotton picked back in autumn, soft and warm. From this point of view, sitting on the chair in the grandmother's hall is simply sinful, hard and cold.

I found a comfortable position in the big chair and hugged the thick cushion, which I didn't know what to carry in this thick cushion, it was light and soft. Du Mei pricked up his ears to listen to the female voice.

“…… According to the ancient book "Wu Di Ji", ......"

When Du Mei heard this, she automatically understood the ancient book record as the opening sentence of Xu's story to their sisters: ancient times. That was a long, long time ago, when Grandpa's Grandpa's Grandpa lived.

“…… Jiangnan is known as a water town, the surrounding water network is dense, the lakes are staggered, the most suitable for duck growth, spring incubation and summer long, free-range river beach water, eat more aquatic weeds, snails, river mussels and shrimp, autumn egg ......"

Listening to it, Du Mei suddenly had an intuitive feeling, and felt that what she was talking about was simply the place where she grew up - Du Jiagou. In her mind, she automatically thought of Dujiagou's Sheshan River, Sheshan Lake, Yuzukou, and what ditches and dams that could not be named and flowed every day.

It turns out that ducks can be kept on the surface of the water and free-range? The people of Dujiagou all keep ducks in captivity like chickens.

There are a lot of screw mussels in the water of Dujiagou, because there is no meat, it is busy and troublesome, and it is stomach trouble if you eat too much, so basically no one eats it.

These can be used to feed ducks, grandma ducks are mixed with bran and pigweed to feed, every family is the same, because of the cost of food, so each family only raises a few ducks, and there are not many chickens.

The female voice said that the place with a lot of water is the most suitable for raising ducks, why don't people in Dujiagou raise it? It turned out that they didn't know that ducks could be raised like this! Du Mei scratched her head, and she laughed as if she had picked a treasure.

"According to modern scientific research, duck eggs are rich in nutrition, rich in protein, phospholipids, vitamins, calcium, potassium, iron and other nutrients, and have the effects of nourishing yin and clearing heat, replenishing calcium and nourishing blood, and nourishing the spleen......"

What is modern age, Du Mei doesn't know, if you think of the front, it is relative to ancient times? Du Mei can be sure that he is not talking about the Dashun Dynasty, that ...... Is that where she is now? Is this place called Hyundai?

"Modern," Du Mei said silently in his heart.

The previous words, what nutrients, calcium, potassium and iron, Du Mei had never heard of, and he could hear the clouds and mountains and fog, and he didn't understand what he meant. In Dujiagou, if anyone drinks a bowl of chrysanthemum brain duck egg soup on a summer night, the heat of that day will be gone, and the neighbors will inevitably be envious.

She suddenly remembered that Qian Maoda, a duck dealer, said that in the county town, duck eggs are sold for a penny and a half. Her heart felt like she had been scratched by a dog's tail, and she felt a sense of trembling.

“…… Adult ducks lay about 250-300 eggs a year,......"

When Du Mei heard this, his heart was even more excited, according to the minimum of 200 pieces, the eggs laid by a duck have to be sold for 300 yuan, and 10 ducks are 3000 yuan, which is 3 yuan, and 100 pieces are 30 yuan....... Du Mei often went to sell embroidery and read the accounts of the shopkeeper, she learned it without a teacher.

Du Mei covered his mouth, oh my God, the eggs laid by 100 ducks can be sold for 30 yuan. She was afraid that she had miscalculated, so she calculated it repeatedly.

The best paddy field in Dujiagou is only seven or eight dollars per mu, how much land can be bought for 30 yuan? Du Mei's little head was knotted, and he couldn't count it.

She couldn't listen to what the female voice said in the back, she was immersed in her own calculations.

Qian Maoda's duck seedlings are 2 wen a money, 100 is only 200 wen, add water weeds, snails and mussels, the food is less, the duck is not picky, sorghum, corn, soybeans, bran residues can be fed. Ducks can lay eggs after raising them for half a year.

The more Du Mei thought about it, the more excited she became, she wanted to raise ducks! She wants to take her mother and siblings to live a good life!

"Hmm~" The person asleep in the big chair suddenly stretched and turned over.

Du Mei was startled, his heart was pounding, he was scared into a cold sweat, and instinctively wanted to escape.

In the second room, Du Mei turned over and sat up, soaked in sweat, the dream was too real, so that she was a little dazed, and looked around in a daze, the black night was slowly opening, and the faint light was cast into the house.

"Oh, so I'm still here." Du Mei looked at Xu, and then turned to look at his sisters. They slept soundly and soundly.

"Trust me, good days will come!" Du Mei said a word, dressed and got up.

The New Year is approaching, and there are still a lot of things waiting for her to do.