At the end of June, the school was completed. On the day of completion, the old patriarch, who had always been picky, sent someone to buy a pig and invite the whole village to eat pig-killing rice.

Jiang Yuqing was also hugged by Lao Hu.

Big pot rice, whether it's delicious or not, it's really lively.

At the banquet, the old patriarch drank too much. sang the tune of the dragon boat with a voice like a broken gong, and cried while singing.

Crying while drinking. Crying about the hard days of the past, crying about the grievances that the people once suffered......

The old man, who was nearly sixty years old, was crying like a child.

Mo said that the clansmen who had experienced hardships together, even her, an outsider, was quite emotional.

This old man has been planning for his people all his life, and he has no selfishness. Not to mention his ability, this alone makes him worthy of the respect of his clan and worthy of his ancestors.

Jiang Wenyuan asked the former mountain chief and his classmates to offer very good conditions, and wanted to find a gentleman with strong character for the Jiang family's family studies.

The mountain chiefs promised that if there was a suitable candidate, they would definitely recommend him.

Late July. The road from Xijindu to the county road is paved in its entirety, and two carriages can be carried in parallel, with a total length of nearly six miles, all of which are rammed with triple soil, which is wide, flat and solid.

Not only is it better than the county road, but it is even better than the threshing fields in many villages.

Nishitsuto is famous again. In the village within a radius of several miles, the girl is proud to marry the young man from Xijindu, and the young man is proud to marry the girl from Xijindu. Xijindu is once again in the limelight.

No matter how lively it is outside, it can't be related to Jiang Yuqing, a little bean ding. In the eyes of Lichun and Gu Yu. Their young lady is really too lonely and pitiful.

At such an age, it is a time for curiosity and playfulness.

But the young lady of their family is either reading in the study, planting vegetables in the vegetable patch in the backyard, or letting people carry her out to patrol the fields.

In addition to a few brothers, there are few playmates, and they are sensible and distressing.

Regarding the matter of playmates, Jiang Yuqing can't help it.

The clansmen with the same surname have no other girls except her. There are a few people with foreign surnames in the village.

However, those who are bigger than her hinder her identity don't dare to play with her. It's about the same age as her, but it's too small to even speak, how can you play together.

After all, not everyone is as open as she is. If you accidentally make you cry, I'm afraid that she will have to coax her, so forget it.

Since the day of the study, I taught literacy. Jiang Yuqing officially began to study.

When my dad wasn't there, I learned from my brothers. She already has the foundation of her previous life, and she can even guess a book.

When she encounters a word she doesn't know, as long as someone gives her a little guidance, she can remember it all the time.

Her hands are too small to hold a brush.

asked the second uncle to make a small sand table for her, and used a small stick to write on it every day to deepen her impression.

Later, he simply took a pencil and a blank manuscript from the spiritual realm to write.

The elders of the family sighed more than once, if this is a man, I am afraid that the family will not have another champion.

Jiang Yuchuan heard this.

He secretly swore that since his sister couldn't take the top prize, then I would let her be the sister of the champion Lang, the most beautiful champion sister.

Since then, Jiang Yuchuan has studied more attentively.

In July, the watermelon in Jiang Yuqing's spiritual realm was ripe. The harvested watermelons were piled up into mountains in the spiritual realm.

Fortunately, it can be kept fresh in the spiritual realm, and it will not be bad if you can't finish eating it and put it for a long time.

Just wait for the next year to plant outside, and when the time comes, you can eat as much as you want, give it away or sell it for money.

It's not like now, my own family has to hide it, and it's really fun to lose.

Knowing the voice, urging the years.

The hot July has finally passed, and after the beginning of autumn, the autumn tiger is still imposing. In the heat wave, the people of Xijindu ushered in the autumn harvest.

Jiang Yuqing's family has a total of 51 acres of fertile land, and after harvesting, drying and blowing away the grain, a total of 16,371 catties of grain were obtained, and the average yield per mu was about 321 catties.

The elders were beaming and said that the harvest was very good. But in Jiang Yuqing's view, the output is really low.

Her family does not need to pay food taxes, and the food is enough to eat. The vast majority of ordinary people's homes still have to pay taxes.

Take the third grandfather's house as an example. His family has 13 acres of land, including 8 acres of fertile land and 5 acres of secondary fields. According to the average yield of 300 catties per mu, about 3,900 catties of grain are collected.

Among them, there are two acres that do not need to pay grain tax, so the tax grain is about 110 catties. After paying the tax, there are less than 3,800 catties left.

There are four generations of their family, a total of 15 people, and the average is only about 252 catties of millet per person per year.

One pound of millet is seven taels of rice and three taels of bran. According to this ratio, the 252 catties of rice were scooped out, and only about 176 catties of rice were killed.

If you are more careful, the average person has less than half a catty of rice per day, even if you only eat two meals a day, it is not enough to eat at all.

Especially in his family, except for two small dolls, the rest are half-sized.

There is a way that is half the size of the child, and eats Lao Tzu to death.

In order to fill their stomachs, the family often leaves only a small amount of rice, and sells the rest and returns with other brown rice coarse grains, so that they can last a little longer.

is so careful to calculate, there are still times when there is a shortage of green and yellow.

At that time, digging wild vegetables and making rice bran baba was basically what to eat.

Jiang Yuqing was an orphan in his last life. When I was a child, I ate poorly at most in the orphanage, but I was still able to eat enough.

Later, I went to school and studied history, and I probably knew that the grain yield in ancient times was low, and there was even a tragedy of "changing children and eating" in the famine year.

But when I read the book at that time, what I saw was only a literal description, far less touching than the feeling I have experienced in person now.

Jiang Yuqing felt that he could live a new life, and there was such a big gold finger as a gift, most of which was due to the accumulation of virtue in his previous life.

It's not that she brags, when she was still Ah Piao, that's what she said.

That being the case, let's do more good things in this life. I don't want to die and start over again, I just want to come to this world in vain.

After the autumn harvest, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

As the highest governor of Qingzhou, Jiang Wenyuan received the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts that filled an entire warehouse.

What moon cakes, pastries, soil instruments, wine, tea and some precious medicinal herbs and the like.

Correspondingly, the Jiang family also gave a lot of gifts in return.

It's going to be hot, and things can't be put away.

It took Lu a morning to pack up all the things.

Some of the precious herbs were put away in case of emergency.

For the rest of the things, leave some wine and tea that can be put and entertained. The rest is divided into two parts.

Some of them were sent back to Xijindu, so that the family could distribute them to the elders of the clan and Li Zheng. Part of it was brought back by the sister-in-law to honor her father.

Mid-Autumn Festival, the county government rests for a day.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is also the fiftieth birthday of the head of the Jiang family, the old man Jiang.

According to the rules, it is necessary to do a big deal. However, the old man had already confessed that his children and grandchildren would not hold their birthdays, and the clansmen also talked about it.

The old man used to listen to people in the restaurant. Yes, there are big officials who take advantage of their birthdays to make money, let people participate, and then raid their homes and exile them.

The story stood out to him.

His son is now the county magistrate of Qingzhou, and if his birthday is a big deal, the governments will have to prepare congratulatory gifts at that time.

Isn't their home the same as the one in the book?

Therefore, the birthday matter must not be done. How good it is for the family to have a lively meal, and save the people from rejuvenating.

The old man is stubborn, no matter how many sons persuade him, if he doesn't do it, he won't do it.

The sons had no choice but to rely on him.

It is not only the Mid-Autumn Festival, but also the grandfather's birthday.

After dinner, the family sat together to eat mooncakes and admire the moon. In order to enliven the atmosphere, Jiang Yuqing decided to entertain his relatives in colorful clothes and perform a show for everyone.

It's not good to talk about danzi, so don't think about singing or anything like that.

It's still okay to dance.

Her eldest brother played the flute well, so she begged her eldest brother to play a tune for her to accompani, no matter what the tune was, anyway, she was dancing around, just for fun.

Jiang Yujiang blew a brisk and lively tune.

Dango struggled to follow the tune and danced with his fat arms and short legs.

When she was still in the orphanage in her previous life, the young lady who came to the hospital to volunteer taught her, and she still remembers it.

It's stupid, but if you look closely, it's still quite good-looking, which really amazes the elders.

After reacting, everyone applauded and applauded loudly. The brothers even slapped their palms red.

The dance is over. Xiao Tuanzi was kissed by the enthusiastic elders one by one, and her little face turned red.

The dango is not beautiful in her heart, oops, this is really a sweet burden.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather is getting cooler day by day. Jiang Yuqing was taken to live in the city by the Lu family.

In September, autumn fruits began to be marketed in large quantities.

This year, the wind and rain are good, and the fruit is abundant.

The largest production of these are oranges, mandarins, grapefruits, pears, chestnuts and persimmons.

Both sides of the street were full of fruit sellers, and there were also foreign merchants who came to buy the fruit, but the transfer was very limited.

Because these are common fruits in the south, it is not uncommon for all state capitals to have them.

When the supply exceeds demand, the price of fruit is bound to fall to the point where the farmers can't sell it.

Take persimmons as an example, three or four large persimmons, no one wants seven pennies.

The fruit farmer set up a stall for a day, and the income was not enough to buy two buns for himself.

What's going on?

If it cannot be sold, the fruit will rot in the ground. Without financial income, families are in trouble.

The people live in poverty, how can Jiang Wenyuan, who is the head of a county, sleep peacefully?

During this time, in order to sell more fruits for his fathers and elders, Jiang Wenyuan even put down his body and went to solicit merchants in person, just begging others to buy more.

However, compared to the remaining huge base, it is still very limited. He was so worried that he lost a lot of his hair.

Jiang Yuqing was held by his father, walking on the street, looking at the fresh fruits that could not be sold on the street, thinking that if some of them could be postponed, such as waiting until winter to go on the market.

Thinking of this, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, yes, we can make canned fruit.

Thinking about it, she immediately tugged at her father's clothes and whispered in his ear, "Daddy, go home." Fruit, there is, law. ”

When Jiang Wenyuan heard this, his eyes instantly lit up. He anxiously asked his daughter: "Good baby, do you really have a way?" Jiang Yuqing nodded heavily.

So, Jiang Wenyuan stopped shopping, hugged his daughter and immediately strode back. The pace was so fast, Ah Ping almost couldn't catch up.

When I got home, I held my back and left. Jiang Wenyuan asked his daughter: "Good baby, how to get it, tell Daddy quickly." ”

Jiang Yuqing then took out a bunch of things from the supermarket in the spiritual realm. One of them was a box of persimmons, two bottles of canned fruit.

"Daddy, do, canned."

As soon as Jiang Wenyuan saw the persimmons and these two bottles of canned food, his eyes were as if they were inlaid with titanium alloy, and they lit up.

And on the label of the bottle, the ratio of various raw materials was clearly marked, and he even looked at people with guesses.

After looking at it for a long time, he asked, "Good baby, can we make it?" ”

Jiang Yuqing nodded: "Well, try it!" "In my previous life, I couldn't remember how many jobs I had in order to earn tuition, and sometimes I worked several jobs at the same time.

One of them worked in a specialty (suvenir) food factory, and I know the process of making canned food and persimmons very well.

Jiang Yuqing spoke hard, simply took a pen and paper, wrote down the things he knew one by one, and attached the specific process method.

After writing, I explained the drawings one by one. Jiang Wenyuan finally understood.

1. Oranges, peaches, mandarins, pears and the like can be made into canned food, with a method of making canned food.

Second, the long-term storage method of chestnut.

3. How to make persimmons.

He asked his daughter if she could pry open the can and taste it, Jiang Yuqing nodded and said of course she could. He took it and went to the kitchen......

That night's supper was sent to buy it outside.

As for the kitchen at home, it has been temporarily requisitioned by her father and mother to do canning tests, and the technical guide is Jiang Yuqing.

Canning this stuff isn't that hard.

Wash the clay pot, put it in the pot with the cork, and steam it for sterilization.

Peel the oranges and remove the meridians, wash and drain.

Wash the pot, put an appropriate amount of water (subject to submerging the orange flesh), add an appropriate amount of sugar and simmer over low heat, add the orange meat, and cook for a while. Serve hot in jar and cork on. Then seal the melted bee wax and the canned food is ready.

Such cans can be stored for up to three months.

The production time of persimmon cake is much longer, first dry and then pinch, pinch while drying, and finally need to dew.

Jiang Wenyuan hugged his daughter and kissed him fiercely.

After that, with a few bottles of canned food and the box of persimmons given by his daughter, he convened a meeting of his subordinates and several famous large merchants in Qingzhou overnight.