In the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and Wu Yong's life gradually returned to calm. In the morning, I practiced riding and archery, and in the afternoon I studied the scriptures, and my life was fulfilling.

As for the banquet on the Guo family's side, Zhu Wang and the others took turns to do it, and some of the other banquet invitations were also given to them, and the remuneration was equally distributed by them, and Wu Yong did not take a penny.

Today, every family is very busy.

The women are busy frying hemp and twist flowers every day, and everyone can smell the fragrance from a long distance. Therefore, there are people from other places who come to buy every day, and the supply is in short supply.

In addition to plowing the fields, the men went to sell iron pots. Now, with the spread of this feast, more and more people began to rush to buy iron pots, causing the price to rise again and again, and now it has risen to 700 yuan a mouthful, which is still difficult to find.

This also leads to a strange wedding phenomenon, where the man has to put on a feast, and the woman is to marry an iron pot.

Wu Yong didn't expect that because of his arrival, he changed the concept of many people at the moment. After he heard this, he couldn't help but cry and laugh.

Although the villagers are busy, they are very happy, and they greet everyone with a smile. According to a rough estimate, there are almost 100 dollars a day, which is an income that they could not have imagined in the past.

Therefore, they are very grateful to Wu Yong, and no matter how busy they are on weekdays, they will take time to help the Wu family build a house.

Originally, Guo wanted to cook and entertain them, but they all refused sternly. So after a few times, everyone also tacitly agreed, when the Wu family cooked, they went home to rest, and after eating, they came here to continue working.

Although it seems scattered, the progress of building a house is not slow at all, and Wu Yong estimates that according to this progress, a new home can be built by the end of March.

To be honest, the most idle person now is Wu Yong, there are homeless people on the other side of the field to help him take care of it, the villagers help him build a house, and the daily food and clothing are also prepared for him by Guo.

Sometimes Wu Yong rode a horse to the homeless people in Funiu Mountain to have a look, and he could come back with a bag of food and clothing, and he couldn't accept it if he wanted to.

During this time, as the demand for coal mining increased, they also began to accept other displaced people, but there was one thing that had to be carried by their families.

Wu Yong took a look yesterday, and now the homeless people have built 12 stockades on the side of Funiu Mountain, led by 12 representatives. It is said that they plan to make a home there in the future, and whoever dares to drive them away will fight with whomever they want.

In this regard, the head of the family with the five surnames did not say anything, and even took the initiative to apply to the government for Jianli on their behalf.

But these have nothing to do with Wu Yong, just after breakfast today, he saw his mother Guo and his grandmother sitting on the straw mat in the courtyard to undress together, so he stepped forward with some curiosity and asked, "Mother, what is this doing?" Why do you have to dismantle good clothes! ”

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of clothing and touched it, feeling a little thick, as if he was wearing it when it was cold.

Guo Shi kept moving in his hands, and while quickly dismantling the thread, he explained to Wu Yong: "These are winter clothes, which must be disassembled and cleaned every spring to prevent mold, so that they can be re-sewn in autumn." ”

As she spoke, Guo had already finished disassembling a piece, only to see her reach out along the opening of the placket and take out an inner lining from this winter coat.

Then the lining was disassembled, and various things were pulled out of the lining. There are strips of old clothes, catkins and reeds, duck feathers and goose feathers, and even animal fur and large pieces of linen.

Then Guo Shi found another cloth bag and carefully collected the catkins and reeds and duck feathers and goose feathers.

Wu Yong was really dumbfounded, this winter coat was just like a treasure coat, containing all kinds of warm materials.

At this time, he remembered the cotton of the later generations, and it seemed that he was going to get some cotton before the winter of this year. It is best to grow it in this place in Nanyang.

After a while, all the winter coats were disassembled.

Guo Shi handed the cloth bag containing catkins and reeds and duck feathers and goose feathers to Cheng Zhao and said, "Xiao Zhao, you go and find a sunny place for these things to dry in." ”

"Okay," Cheng Zhao agreed, then took the cloth bag and put it on a wooden stake.

Guo Shi saw that she was a little careless, and couldn't help but instruct again: "Be careful, don't break it, you still need to use it when making winter clothes in autumn." ”

"Got it," Cheng Zhao tied the cloth bag, and came over to sort out the animal fur separately with Guo. They also collected other things like strips of linen, and they didn't know what to do with them.

After doing this, Guo Shi found two wooden basins, put these jackets inside, and then said to Cheng Zhao: "Xiao Zhao will go to wash clothes with me in a while!" ”

Seeing that Wu Yong was still standing in the courtyard, he asked, "Aren't you going to study in the school today?" ”

Wu Yong suddenly realized that because of curiosity, he almost delayed today's plan, so he said goodbye to Guo and his grandmother, took the white dog Wangcai, and came to the study of the school.

Because Wangcai is quite human, Wu Yong did not tie it with a rope anymore, but let it run around in it.

Because of Wu Yong's relationship, the villagers also look at the white dog Wangcai differently, and feed it whatever leftovers there is. No, it's only been half a month, and Wangcai has gained a lot of weight.

If it weren't for Wu Yong's practice of riding and archery, he would often chase and run, and he wouldn't know what he would have fattened up.

However, this white dog is also very smart, since Wu Yong let go of the rope, it often goes to the water to bathe, and Wu Yong often smokes fleas with wormwood, so it is not only snow-white and smooth fur on its body, but also has a wormwood fragrance on its body.

Therefore, every time Wu Yong brings it to the school, there will be many children to touch it, especially the lotus, because of its young age, it often rides on Wangcai, provoking it to run away every time it sees He Cao.

Wu Yong read the book in Zhuo Wenxuan's study, practiced calligraphy for a while, felt a little tired, and walked out of the school.

Standing at the door of the school, Wu Yong saw Guo and Cheng Zhao who were washing clothes not far away.

Because there is only a large well in the center of Fuwangli, the women will come here to wash their clothes.

Nowadays, there is no washboard, there is no laundry soap, and women at this time wash their clothes with a kind of mallet, and make their clothes clean by constantly beating them.

The surface of the mallet is polished so smooth that it does not damage the fabric when pounding laundry, and there is a handle for gripping, making it easy for women to use.

In fact, this primitive way of washing clothes, the cleanliness of laundry is not much worse than that of later generations of washing machines.

Because the laundry is soaked with water, when it is struck with a mallet, the moisture in the garment is squeezed out of the garment along the slope and into the ravine due to the pressure of the mallet. Then after rinsing, the dirt in the laundry is diluted again.

In this way, the clothes are beaten again and again to make the clothes more and more neat and clean, so as to achieve the purpose of cleaning the clothes.

However, this way of washing clothes is indeed very tiring, and the average woman washes a small amount of clothes at a time so that she is not too tired.

Sometimes people think it's worth it even if it's very tiring, as long as there is hope.

For example, at this time, the women were beating their laundry, obviously sweating profusely, but when they heard the children in the school reciting Wu Yongzuo's poem "Song of the Goose", they were all smiling and talking.

"It's so well written, I only have to listen to it once, and I can recite it." As she had spoken, the woman chanted aloud.

Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

When the other women heard this, they immediately laughed and joked.

"Liu Xiaoniang is really virtuous and smart, just got married, she washed her husband's clothes, and she learned to chant poetry again, it seems that Zhu Wang can marry a daughter-in-law like you, it is really a blessing from several lifetimes."

"Hehe, I heard that when Zhu Wang went to Liu's house to propose marriage, he was embarrassed by Liu Xiaoniang's eldest brother, and she cried urgently."

"I heard that Zhu Wang was the first to have a banquet with Wu Yongxue because he listened to Liu Xiaoniang's words, and now every time he makes a banquet, others name Zhu Wang to go, I really envy the dead."

There is no shortage of gossip in the village, especially when a group of women are together, chatting about other people's gossip, it is really endless.

Liu Xiaoniang was newly married, and her face was already thin, and after being teased and laughed at by this group of women, she couldn't help but blush.

Guo Shi saw her hanging her head, just beating the laundry over and over again, so he smiled and said: "Don't laugh at her, she has only come to our Fuwangli not long ago, and her face is still relatively thin, if because of this incident, she will not dare to come to wash clothes in the future, then it is not ours." ”

Now that Guo Shi had spoken, the women stopped making fun of Little Lady Liu. Her face, everyone will definitely give it. Because of Wu Yong's relationship, the people in Fuwang now dare not have the slightest disrespect for the Guo family.

As soon as she spoke, the other women immediately turned their spearheads and began to praise Wu Yonglai.

"Liu Xiaoniang only knows that the poem "Song of the Goose" is well written, but she does not necessarily know that this poem is written by Wu Yong, a prodigy who becomes a poem in five steps, but even the heads of the five surnames are full of praise."

"A prodigy or something, I don't care much about a woman. However, Wu Yongxian's nephew can pass on Taixu food to the people of the world for free, even if he is a saint in the world, he may not be able to do it! ”

"The people in our Fuwang are all stained with Wu Yong's light, if it weren't for him, we would definitely have to rely on borrowing grain to survive this spring famine this year."

"If you want me to say, this is all a blessing brought by the poor mother, as soon as she comes to our re-hope, Wu Yong's nephew will return to normal."

"Who says it's not, Wu Yong's nephew can have today's compassion and compassion, but the poor mother is indispensable!"

When Guo heard everyone say this about her, the heart that had been carried for a long time finally relaxed. When Wu Yong was two years old, she abandoned him and married someone else, although she was forced by her parents and brothers, but she also had selfish intentions. In the end, when she was desperate, she chose to return to the Wu family, so she was always worried that others would say that she was not.

Now everyone's words, whether true or not, finally make her feel much more at ease.