In the afternoon, the father and son returned home with a full load.
Mei Niang held two rolls of cloth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Didn't I tell you to buy only one roll of cloth? You and your son should each get a set. I made new clothes a few days ago. What a waste."
Wan Changsheng smiled and said, "Three hundred coins for one piece, not too expensive. I think this light pink color will look good on you. The cloth is six hundred coins. I bought cheap pens, ink, paper and inkstone, which cost one ounce. All in all, it cost two hundred coins. Here are four ounces and eight cents left. Keep it for yourself."
Ping An, keep these six taels and one hundred coins for yourself."
Ping An was a little embarrassed: "Dad, I won't want it this time. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were bought for me."
Wan Changsheng was delighted. "Take it and hide it well. I won't need your money for the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone."
Ping'an took the silver with a grin and trotted back to his room.
"Why did you agree to let such a young child take the money himself?"
Wan Changsheng glanced at his wife and saw that her face was full of smiles. He knew that she liked him in her heart.
"Tell the kids what we have agreed to. Besides, we made some money this time. We sold those Panax notoginseng for 12 taels. I walked back and forth along that road many times but never saw any. We are lucky and safe."
Mei Niang smiled and said, "My Ping An has always had good luck. When I went out with him before, he always found something, even silver."
"Madam, let me ask you something. Has Ping An always had a good memory?"
"Yes, I taught him to read when he was very young, and he memorized it in no time. He often copied the words on the floor from the books at home. I am not good at handwriting, but I can see that his handwriting is neat and square."
"Madam, today I was weighing herbs with my clerk, and he was borrowing a medicine book from Doctor Sun. Doctor Sun tested him, asking him to memorize ten pages of herbs, their names, uses, and properties within a quarter of an hour, and he got all of them right."
Mei Niang smiled with eyes curved, "My Ping An is very smart. When he was a few months old, he would understand what you said to him. At the age of five, he raised chickens to earn money. Husband, don't blame him for valuing money. It's just that the child has been afraid of poverty these years."
"Silly lady, Ping An is my son. He is so sensible and won't waste money. Besides, what I give him is what he earned. I will definitely send him to school in early August. It would be a pity for such a talented person not to study."
Hide the silver safely. No matter what, you have to shamelessly accept it today.
In this way, the previous agreement between the two parties will not become empty talk, and everything will be done as agreed.
Only when you are financially independent can you do what you want in the future without having to ask for money for every penny you spend.
Just be filial to your parents in the future.
I opened Baicao Ji and found that the whole book had more than 200 pages, and each page contained almost two kinds of medicinal herbs.
There are four or five hundred kinds of medicine.
Doctor Sun said that if possible, he would give him three months to copy it down, and he would need pen, ink, paper and inkstone. However, he was only seven years old, and it was impossible for him to copy a whole book with just the few characters he learned from his mother.
What about the paintings?
Never mind, I'll just use these three months to remember it well.
After two quarters of an hour, he roughly flipped through it. He knew most of the medicinal materials listed above, but was not sure about a few. After all, his main profession was Western medicine, and he taught himself Chinese medicine.
He put the book away carefully and would be able to memorize it by heart in three months. As for his memory, it is not an exaggeration to call himself a genius.
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The next morning, the father and son decided to go up the mountain in the morning and go home in the afternoon to help plant the vegetable fields. The next two days would be for spring planting.
When Ping An went to the fields with his mother two years ago, he was shocked to find that nowadays farmers sang seeds directly instead of raising and planting seedlings.
No wonder there is no high yield.
But after all, he is over 60 years old and he would not be so foolish as to tell this matter.
What's so good about him?
A young child, a widow, someone with ulterior motives took away a lot of credit and might even kill her to silence her.
The old saying is true: you can make as big a cake as you can with the amount of flour you have. If you don't have enough status, you have to keep a low profile. Only in this way can you live a long and happy life.
In the Chang family, there is only one acre of land left. In the Wan family, there is also only one acre of land. It makes no difference whether the yield is high or not.
When conditions are good, it is best to move away, to a place where no one knows you, get married and have children. That way, even if your biological father is not dead in the future and comes back, you will not be bullied by others.
After sending the father and son out, Mei Niang became busy at home. She got up early in the morning to cook, cleaned the house, washed the dirty clothes, bought seeds, and after the field was full, she could plant some in every corner.
There are also advantages to living at the foot of a mountain as a family. There is no one else competing with you for a piece of wasteland.
On the day she returned home, she also asked her mother for some vegetable seeds, but unfortunately there were not enough.
A family of three needs to eat every day, and the extra food can be dried. No one will complain about having too much food at home.
After finishing her housework, Mei Niang immediately took the farm tools to the fields. It was the end of March and the day was still quite hot. She had to go home to cook lunch at noon. She still had to have three meals a day.
Speaking of Ping'an, he found two kinds of medicine recorded in the book as soon as he went up the hill. When he told his father about it, Wan Changsheng immediately said that there were many places where traps were dug for this kind of medicine before.
Since there are so many, we must collect them. This is on the second page of the book. If it can be placed at the front of the book, the pharmacy should not reject it.
Along the way, the two also discovered that two honeysuckle plants were in bloom at the right time, with the buds still tight. After a few days, they would be ripe and would be difficult to sell.
An hour later, the backpack was full. There was nothing valuable in the medicine today. The best one was probably some astragalus that Ping An found.
Astragalus is usually harvested in the fall, but the best results are obtained in the spring, especially if the year of discovery is good.
Wan Changsheng couldn't help but sigh that this child had good fortune in wealth. Normally, his income would hardly exceed two taels of silver a month.
But the day before yesterday it was Panax notoginseng, and I found that there were still seven plants. Today it is Astragalus, but not the tender roots. This thing can be stewed with red dates and wolfberries. It is the best tonic for women, so the price will naturally not be bad.
Ping An was about to put the basket on his back when a big hand took it away. "Dad is not collecting firewood today, so you can take these."
"Okay, thank you, Dad."
He has thin arms and legs, so he doesn't argue with adults about this. In his previous life, he was 1.83 meters tall. In this life, he is more than seven years old, but still so small. I'm afraid it's because his mother and he have suffered too much in the past few years.
As soon as I arrived at the vegetable patch, I heard the sharp voice of an old woman.
Wan Changsheng frowned, took a few quick steps, hid the two backpacks in the shade under the tree, and covered them with two handfuls of green grass.
Then he took his son's hand and walked towards home. Seeing the child looking at him, he hurriedly said, "It's okay. She's a cousin. Dad doesn't want her to see the medicinal herbs. It's annoying."
Ping An didn't say anything, but from the increasingly loud voice, he knew it was not a good one.
He is the person who is most afraid of being bothered. If his stepfather cannot handle this matter well, he will be really disappointed.
Both his biological parents are gone, and his brother does not want to interfere in his family affairs due to guilt. The remaining relatives are not important ones, and his newlywed wife suffers because of these irrelevant people.
This man is just incompetent.
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