Chapter 2 Jinjiang First Release Chapter 2 Who is so wicked as to argue with him...

Yu Qinglong didn't realize that someone had pulled out all his road signs. He stuck the last small stick in place and continued walking towards his own field, carrying his basket.

In the basket were two small hoes for digging wild vegetables, a few bowls, and a large pot of millet porridge in a clay pot.

The porridge was thin but very heavy, so he put it in his basket. Zhou Yuehua had worked so hard in the first few years to earn more money and separate from the family early, and he couldn't let him lift anything heavy.

There were some sesame cakes and two boiled eggs in Zhou Yuehua's basket.

The sesame seed cake was just an ordinary sesame seed cake. Yu Qinglong had seen it being made and he knew the flour was very bad, full of impurities and a very greyish colour. But by spring, the previous year's harvest was gone and there was still a lot of work to do. This was the most difficult time of the year.

When the two men arrived at their own fields, the three people who had come out to work were already growling with hunger.

The second brother was the quickest. He put down his farm tools, ran over the ridge, and asked with concern, "Dad, you seem a little late today. Is there something going on at home that has delayed you?"

Yu Qinglong said, "No. Nothing happened at home. I was just marking the way as I walked, so I was a little late. Second brother, you know I'm not very familiar with the way, so I marked it so that I can come and send it next time. This way, Dad won't have to make the meal and run back and forth with me."

Yu Dayou asked, "Hua'er, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Zhou Yuehua poured porridge into the bowl and said, "No. Come on, eat it. There are some pickles here."

He wiped his hands with a damp cloth and peeled an egg for the head of the household. The head of the household broke off half of the egg and put it into his wife's mouth without thinking, without eating it himself, and gave the other half to his youngest son.

Yu Qinglong was worried that the food was too monotonous, and when he saw the half egg handed to him, he felt very upset.

In modern times, he was raised by his grandparents. After his parents divorced and each started their own families, they provided him with living expenses, but he might not see them more than once a year. So, he didn't have much experience with his parents, but rather spent the most time with his grandparents. They treated him like a treasure.

In modern times, he might not even glance at this half egg, but it is too precious here.

Yu Qinglong looked at the large hand holding the egg. It was rough and cracked, a hand rarely seen in modern cities.

He took the egg, broke off a small piece, put about one-fifth of it into his mouth, and put the rest directly back into Yu Dayou's hand: "Father, eat it. I can't do much work."

After saying that, he stood up and patted his butt: "Brother, can you point out to me which lands belong to our family? I can never remember."

Yu Qingjia waved with the hand holding the chopsticks: "Come and sit next to big brother."

Yu Qinglong squatted in front of him, and Yu Qingjia said, "You squat here, facing that piece of land. What does it look like?"

Yu Qinglong said, "Like, a big caterpillar?"

Other people's fields were all shaped in various geometric shapes, but this one, like an enlarged railway track, was covered in weeds. Two straight lines stretched out, and between them ran a series of horizontal ridges, which really looked like railway tracks. But he couldn't describe it as railway tracks.

Yu Qingjia smiled graciously and said, "Yes, that's fine. The farmhands haven't gotten to this point yet, and the weeds on this field haven't been picked yet. Look at this caterpillar. What can it see if it lowers its head any further?"

Yu Qinglong said, "Look at the land I'm sitting on."

Yu Qingjia said, "Yes, this is our land, opposite the caterpillar's tail, with a river next to it. Can you remember it this time?"

This is amazing.

Yu Qinglong smiled and said, "That's all right. I'll come back tomorrow and I'm sure I'll find it myself."

Zhou Yuehua said, "The stuff is heavy, and Dad must be worried about you carrying it all by yourself. Besides, if two of us come, we can dig more wild vegetables. Come together."

This was the truth. Yu Qinglong said, "Father, take your time eating. I'll go dig some vegetables."

He didn't recognize many other plants, but he did know garlic chives, dandelions, and shepherd's purse. Their university's green belts were full of them every spring. The cafeteria staff would come and dig them up. He'd come across them, asked, and they'd even taught him.

Yu Qinglong squatted on the ground with a small hoe to search. Even squatting on the ground, he could see a large group of them, which were indeed quite large.

Yu Qinglong was quite thankful for this, though. The medical care here was terrible, and an illness could cost him money at best, ruin his entire family, or even his life. Having a healthy body was more important than anything else. Besides, it was precisely because he was healthy that no one wanted him, so he didn't have to rush into marriage.

He doesn't want to live a miserable life with someone whose thoughts are out of sync with his own. It would be better for him to dig dandelions every day = =.

Yu Qinglong kept digging and digging until he dug out the roots and the soil.

Yu Qingye asked him, "Little brother, why did you dig up all the soil?"

Yu Qinglong said, "I want to go home and try planting it in the garden, second brother. When the seeds are floating in our fields, won't there be more next year? Or we can just collect the seeds when they are ripe and plant them ourselves next year."

The family was stunned, wondering why they had never considered harvesting wild vegetable seeds and planting them at home. Last year, despite no disaster, the wild vegetables were plentiful. If there had been a famine or a disaster, there would have been no vegetables in the fields the following year. The first green tips would have been dug up.

Yu Qingjia said, "Then don't dig like that. It's tiring and will hurt your hands. When we're done, big brother and second brother can dig some more and take it back."

Yu Qinglong thought about it and decided that this was fine. It hadn't rained in a few days, so the weather was dry. Digging up all this dust would blind me, so the longer tools his older brothers had brought would keep the dirt away from my eyes and allow me to dig faster.

"Then it's settled. Brother, don't forget it."

"Don't worry, I won't forget it."

"You forgot about me," the second brother said with a smile. "I'm so happy today. I feel so refreshed when I think you don't have to marry that Wang guy."

"Then be careful. If I don't get married in the future, I will rely on you to support me."

"Hahahaha, that's fine too!" The second brother's hearty laughter drifted far away.

Yu Qinglong sighed secretly.

He had just arrived and was still feeling fresh about everything here. Being away from books certainly helped his mind relax. But how long could he survive without a phone and classmates?

And then there were his grandparents; they were the ones he worried about the most. Even though they both had pensions, and his father wouldn't ignore anything that really happened, he'd been around them for so long, so surely they'd notice something was a little off about the ancient Yu Qinglong?

Yu Qinglong was digging vegetables while feeling worried.

I dug quite a bit, but my mind wasn't really on the subject at hand. Before I knew it, I'd dug quite far and finally found the caterpillar's tail.

He turned around and shouted, "Dad! Can I come into this family's field and dig?"

Zhou Yuehua said: "Yes!"

Yu Qinglong casually asked, "Is this entire strip of land owned by one family?"

Zhou Yuehua looked in the direction his youngest son pointed. It felt like the land stretched as far as the eye could see; there was so much land. He smiled enviously and said, "We're all family, right? The Fang family in the neighboring village is a large clan with a large population. All this land belongs to them, too. They even have a scholar in their family. I think they'll have even more land in the future."

Yu Qinglong thought to himself, isn't this a landlord? And since there's a scholar in the family, doesn't that mean he doesn't have to pay taxes?

How cool is that!

Yu Qinglong even spent a moment wondering if he could pretend to be a man and take the imperial examination.

But this was illegal, and he absolutely couldn't do it. Besides, if he was caught, his family would definitely be implicated. And his family didn't have the money to support his education.

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little jealous of that scholar.

He has so much land at home, and he's also a scholar. If he were any more handsome, the next time he sees that guy, he'll have to punch him in the air. Why does that guy always get all the good things?!

Yu Qinglong knocked on the basket and pressed the vegetables in. The weather was too dry, and the vegetables soon became a little wilted after being dug out and hit by the wind.

Zhou Yuehua said, "It's almost done. Qinglong, let's go back first. Let's pack up after we get back. Dad thinks it might rain soon, so don't let us get wet."

Yu Qinglong looked up at the sky and said, "Okay. Then I'll go pack up the things I brought with me."

Yu Qinglong went to the edge of the field to get it and found that his elder brother had packed up all the food early in the morning, so he just had to pick it up and take it away.

There was still about an hour and a half before dark.

Yu Qinglong asked, "Father, do you need me to get some for you later..."

Yu Dayou: "What do you want?"

Of course it was an umbrella. But just as Yu Qinglong was about to say that, he remembered that he didn't have one at home. An umbrella is expensive, so his family didn't buy one.

There was only a straw raincoat at home, made of straw.

"Nothing, I just wanted to get you some raincoats. Dad said it might rain. But I can't carry so many by myself."

"No need. This land is almost ready. Your elder and second brothers and I can go back early today."

"Okay then. Dad and I will go back first."

Yu Qinglong picked up his things and walked as far ahead as possible. He wanted to see if he could find his way back by following the marks he had made.

I feel a little excited when I think about it.

Yu Qinglong ran to the edge of the field and bent over to see where the sticks he had stuck were. He found eleven in total. But after the eleventh one, there were no more.

I kept walking towards home but still didn't see it.

"Dad, are we going the right way?"

"No." Zhou Yuehua said, "What's wrong?"

"When I came here, there were a lot fewer sticks inserted."

What the hell?! He only saw the hole, who was so bored that they pulled out his stick?!

He inserted it so deep, it definitely couldn't have been blown away by the wind!

Yu Qinglong was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He had spent a long time picking those!

Seeing that he was so angry that his face turned red, Zhou Yuehua said with a smile: "Next time, Dad will accompany you and you can do it again."

Yu Qinglong said, "Next time I'll watch after I'm done inserting it, so I can see who pulled it out. I was inserting it nearby and it didn't cause any trouble. Why is this person so annoying?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuehua looked at her youngest son strangely again.

Yu Qinglong knew he'd said the wrong thing again. The original owner never complained. He happened to see the large poplar tree outside the house, so he quickly changed the subject: "Dad, it's cloudy. I'm going back to collect the quilts!"

After saying that, he slipped away like a loach, leaving Zhou Yuehua secretly suspicious.

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Neighboring village, Xiaxixi Village.

Fang Shu washed and dried all the small sticks he had brought back, then divided them into two parts. One part was smaller, and he made it into something like a campfire rack. The forked part on the top was just right for holding a pen, which he used as a pen holder.

He had an extra copy, so he used thin hemp ropes to weave a wooden curtain, fixed it to two large wooden boards, and then nailed a few wooden nails on the top of the curtain, which he used as a pen hanger.

As for who inserted those small wooden sticks, he personally thought that it was the children who went to play in the fields with the adults at home. They inserted them and then forgot about it, so it was not a big deal if he took them.

Fang Shu folded his arms and admired his masterpiece, obviously very satisfied.

Fang Wu was so upset by what she saw: "Son, can't you just stop picking up these rags and pieces and bring them home?"

Fang Shu said, "Mother, how can you call this junk? Flowers, rocks, and plants are all gifts from heaven. It would be a shame to just throw them away. My son could make something useful out of it. It would be a good way to combine work and rest, and save some money at the same time. Wouldn't that be great?"

Fang Wu shuffled forward, carefully avoiding the broken stones and wood on the ground. "But if you keep tinkering like this, where will you put your wife when you get married? Are you going to let her stand on one leg in the house?"

Fang Shu thought about it and realized it wasn't very elegant. But asking him to throw these things away would undoubtedly cost him his life, so he said, "We'll talk about it later. Anyway, my son doesn't have anyone he likes right now."

"But you're already twenty-one. Besides, your mother and father still want to have grandchildren. Tell me whether you prefer boys or girls, and I'll find a matchmaker to see if there's anyone suitable. If you want to find someone you like, you'd better ask around early, otherwise where will you find good ones now? By the time you want to get married, the good boys and girls will already be taken. If there's no one you like in our village, I'll look for one in other villages. We can even look in town."

"Mom, there's really no rush. I have to get up early tomorrow to move some rocks, so you should get some rest early."

"Move, move stones?" Fang Wu asked alertly, "What stones are you moving again?!"

Fang Shu seemed to have thought of something wonderful, with a happy smile on his face: "My son went to visit the fields in Shangxi Village today. On the way, he came across a large, flat rock. Maybe it can be used later. It's just that it's too big to carry, so I didn't rush to bring it home. I'll go there early tomorrow morning."

"The house is almost full of the rocks you picked up, and you're still moving them?!"

“This one is different.”

"You say every piece is different! You might as well just live like a rock from now on!"

"That's not impossible. Mother, let me use the ox cart tomorrow."

"No! If you want the rare stone, go get it yourself!"

Fang Shu thought, if you don’t give me a trap, I’ll do it myself.

The next day, he got up early, hitched his ox cart and went out to look for the stone.

On the way, he thought of many possibilities. Should he make the stone into a bench? Or use it as a platform? Or put it in a well-ventilated place and use it as a slab to dry vegetables? These seemed like good options.

But when we got there, we saw no rocks left. All we had was a hole the size of a wash basin!

The stone he had his eyes on was gone!

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