The Mo family has six chickens, one rooster and five hens. In addition to chickens, two pigs were raised. The chicken coop is set up in the pigsty, and the other end of the pigsty fence is put on the wall with two long bamboo poles, and when it is night, the chickens fly to the bamboo poles to rest, and under the bamboo poles are three bamboo baskets, which are covered with golden and soft straw, and the chickens at home will jump into the straw coop when they want to lay eggs.

When he came to the chicken coop, two of the three chicken coops had eggs in the chicken coop, Mo Ziyun skillfully picked up the eggs into the basket and shouted, "Grandma, there are two eggs." ”

Song Nanzhi was pouring the dishwashing water mixed with coarse chaff into the stone trough, and after listening to Mo Ziyun's voice, the corners of his mouth curled, and he said with a smile: "Okay, one is kept for Wanyun to eat, and the other is still saved to sell for money." ”

Mo Ziyun replied crisply: "Okay." In fact, I sighed again in my heart, when will this day be the end? I didn't expect that my plan to copy books was interrupted, when will I be able to help my family earn money?

After the grandfather and grandson came out of the pigsty, they returned to the stove house. Mo Ziyun waited for Song Nanzhi to put down the bucket in his hand and handed the basket over.

Song Nanzhi didn't take the basket, he directly reached out and picked up the two round eggs from the basket, and then walked to a cabinet in the house, the cabinet is not high, only to the shoulder of an adult, there are two layers, and there is an unlocked lock hanging on the door of the upper and lower cabinets, and there are paint stripping in the padlock place and some other places, which looks very old and mottled.

After approaching the cabinet, Song Nanzhi reached out and took off the lock hanging on the lower cabinet from the lock, and then opened the cabinet, which had accumulated a basket of eggs, and next to the egg basket, there was a white bag, the bag was not big, and it contained a small half bag of polished rice. A larger bag is pressed underneath the small bag of polished rice, and a larger bag contains brown rice.

In addition to the rice, the noodles were also divided into two bags, one small bag of fine white flour, and the other bag of black and rough black noodles.

After Song Nanzhi put the eggs away, he closed the cabinet again, and this time he also locked the cabinet by the way, and after locking it, he said to Mo Ziyun: "Wanyun, our family has saved another basket of eggs, grandma will go to the county tomorrow to sell the eggs, and after selling the money, I will sell you candy and come back to eat." "Although the little granddaughter never wanted to do this, to do that, how could they not buy it for the only granddaughter at all? I can't afford to buy a good one, and I can't afford to buy more than one, but I still have to buy some inexpensive small snacks from time to time.

Mo Ziyun hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't eat sugar, I don't eat sugar, it's not good to eat sugar." Later, he added, "Keep the money to pay off." ”

One sentence of repaying the debt made Song Nanzhi laugh, but he was inexplicably sad, "You little doll, what do you know to repay the debt?" ”

Mo Ziyun immediately replied: "I know that our family still owes Uncle Han's money, and when we pay back Uncle Han's money, we won't owe anyone else's money." ”

I want to copy books to make money, and I also want to pay back the money I owe to the Han family as soon as possible, but the family is really not rich enough, and there is no more income, so there is only throttling, although this family is already very economical, very economical! But save a little more if you can. However, copying books still has to be copied, in this era of 'everything is inferior only to read high', and the printing of various books is not convenient, books are not only precious, and some books are not what you want to buy, so copying books is also very profitable, but if you want to copy books, you have to think of other ways to achieve it.

Song Nanzhi smiled: "It's just your ghost elf." Later, he said: "Although our family still owes your Uncle Han's money, it doesn't owe much, and there are still two taels of silver left to pay it back." "After the autumn harvest, the two taels of silver will be able to be repaid, and when the family does not owe anyone money, they will be able to live more comfortably, looking at the little granddaughter, and then they can also make more clothes for Wanyun, and buy a few beautiful head flowers to wear, and what pens, paper should also be bought.

"Don't eat sugar, save to return the third uncle." Mo Ziyun adhered to the principle of saving a little and counted a little, and said.

Hearing this, Song Nanzhi's heart was even more sour. Over the years, half of the family's thrifty use has been used to pay off the debt, and half has been used to see a doctor and take medicine. Now even her granddaughter is so young that she knows that she has to save money to pay off the debt, so she bent down and hugged Mo Ziyun into her arms, and said softly: "My Yunyun!" ”

Mo Ziyun was hugged into Song Nanzhi's arms, and it was not sour, grandparents have been bent over by life for this family and for her, "Grandma, when I grow up, I will definitely be able to earn a lot of money back in the future, grandma just have a good rest at home." ”

Song Nanzhi hugged Mo Ziyun and said softly: "My Wanyun is still young, there are grandparents here, Wanyun just needs to eat well, have fun, and grow up peacefully." ”

"Grandma, you just want to watch me grow up safely!"

"Well, I'll eat well and grow up quickly!" Mo Ziyun hugged Song Nanzhi's neck, and her little face was pressed against her somewhat pale and unpretentious face.

After hugging Mo Ziyun in his arms and taking pity on her, Song Nanzhi put Mo Ziyun down again, and after putting it down, she said: "Wanyun, grandma is going to cut pigweed to feed pigweed to feed pigs and chickens, you go to play with your brother Chunlin!" ”

After Mo Ziyun obediently left, Song Nanzhi began to get busy again, took the kitchen knife on the board and walked out of the stove room to the backyard.

Like the Mo family, who came out to build a house alone, it was for the sake of living spacious, so not to mention the spaciousness of the house, not to mention the front and back yards, the land in front of their own door, even if it was more flat, no one would say anything, but the front and back of the house were not neat, clean, and allowed to grow with weeds, but it would be criticized.

However, the farmers value the land, except for the front yard is flat and larger, which is convenient for drying the grain recovered from the field, the backyard is generally not large, and even if there is excess vacant land, it is used to open a vegetable garden and plant vegetables.

The courtyard of the Mo family, the front yard has more than half an acre of land, all of which are made of bluestone slabs and are neatly built, and the rice, wheat, rapeseed, bud grain and so on in the field on weekdays will be cleaned up in the dam in the front yard for a few more days before they are cleaned up and put into the house.

Although the backyard is not as large as the front yard, only a small and half the size of the front yard, the women of the family are afraid that they spend more time in the backyard than in the front yard in a day.

A well was dug in the backyard of the Mo family, and Song Nanzhi was in the backyard except for washing clothes and vegetables on weekdays, that is, some vegetables and wild vegetables and weeds that were cut back from the field to feed the pigs on weekdays were also directly put in the yard of the backyard, and when it was time to feed the pigs, he washed them in the yard and then cut and mixed some coarse bran to feed the pigs, so there was always a bucket and a wooden basin specially used to cut pigweed in the yard of the backyard.

Like this, Song Nanzhi took a kitchen knife to the backyard after putting Mo Ziyun down, first fetched a bucket of water, rinsed the red vines on the ground, and then put them in a wooden basin and picked up the kitchen knife and cut it.

It is certainly not enough for the pigs at home to drink a bucket of dishwashing water, which will have to cut some vegetables, in addition to cutting a pot of red vine for the pigs to feed, the chickens raised at home also have to be fed, but the chickens should be finely chopped again, so there will be a little red vine left in the basin and then chopped some, the same is also to mix some coarse bran, and it will be fed to the chickens.

Mo Tingyu was busy outside, Song Nanzhi was busy at home, and Mo Ziyun was not idle when she arrived at Han's house.

Since he can walk, Mo Ziyun likes to run to Han's house, the reason is also very simple, Han's father Han Shuxian is the gentleman of Songshan Academy in the county, every day after he comes back from the school, he will always teach Han Chunlin to read and write, and she just happened to study together when she went, this is a godsend, otherwise he suddenly said that he could read and write in the future, wouldn't he be asking for trouble? So she likes to run to the Han family very much, and in the past few years, she has not only become more and more familiar with the Han family, but also has a lot of books.

After studying with Han Chunlin, a child from someone else's family was born, smart and studious, polite, and sweet, and the Han family and his wife liked her almost as their own daughter, but they disliked Han Chunlin in various ways.

After Mo Ziyun walked into the courtyard of the Han family, she shouted, "Auntie, Brother Chunlin, sister." ”

As soon as Mo Ziyun's voice fell, Han Chunlin's voice came from the room, "Sister Yunyun." As soon as the shouting fell, I saw a tiger-headed little boy running out. The first thing I said after running out was "Sister Wanyun, you're here, I still think that if you don't come again, I'll go to you." ”

Mo Ziyun looked at Han Chunlin, who was always full of vitality, and asked, "But you don't want to take your sister anymore?" ”

Han Chunlin generously admitted, "My sister is always crying, it's not easy to bring at all!" ”

Yu Silian, who was following behind Han Chunlin, couldn't cry or laugh after hearing this, who didn't cry when she was a two-year-old baby, and said: "My sister is only one year old, and she can't say anything, but she can only cry!" In the end, he also emphasized: "When you were a child, you were more noisy than your sister and loved to cry!" ”

How can Han Chunlin admit that he is also a crybaby, he is a manly husband, and replied without admitting it: "I'm not a crybaby, my sister is a crybaby!" ”

Yu Silian doesn't fight with him, why fight? only emphasized: "My sister is still young and can't speak, so when my sister grows up, she won't just cry." ”

As soon as he talked about waiting for his sister to be young, Han Chunlin's voice became even louder, "Sister Wanyun didn't cry when she was a child!" "He is two years older than Mo Ziyun, he is six years old this year, and he can remember some of the events of two or three years ago.

Mo Ziyun listened, of course she can't compare with the little baby, although she is now also a child's body, but the core is an adult, if it weren't for the body of a little baby, I was afraid of being said, and the family would be affected, so I thought about it early, rolled up my sleeves and made money!