Chapter 20 The grain delivery is here
Seeing that life is getting better and better, Feng Shi is relieved.
But when she saw the washed-out clothes on the fifth child, Feng Shi couldn't help but feel sad.
"What's the point of just being able to fill your stomach? Look at you, you are so useless." Feng Shi touched his head with pity. "
Mother will buy some more cloth in the next few days to make two new clothes for you all, so that our life can be better."
Thinking back to the year when the fifth child was born, it was just the time for the family division.
Old Mrs. Jiang had 60 mu of land, two large houses, and more than 80 taels of silver, but she would rather take out 30 taels to subsidize her nephew from her mother's side than give half a tael to the third wife.
As for the farmland, she didn't even give the third wife an acre.
This forced Feng to be ambitious. She and Jiang Dashan first rented a piece of land to plant crops. They tightened their belts and were reluctant to spend the money they earned, just to buy their own land.
Land is the foundation of farmers.
But after finally buying the land, they thought that the hardship was over, but it happened to be a drought year, and they could only live a tight life.
The family was poor, and the children's clothes were picked up from each other and worn out. They were reluctant to throw them away even if they were almost rotten. The fifth child suffered the most. He had never made a new piece of clothing until now.
Although Feng was not a hypocritical person.
But as a mother, she couldn't help feeling sorry for the hardship of her children, and her eyes were red.
Jiang Fengnian knew how difficult it was for his mother.
At this time, he hurriedly said with a smile: "Whether to make clothes or not is up to mother. Anyway, we will wear whatever mother makes. But after we have new clothes, we can't throw away these old clothes. We have worn them with affection!"
Feng Shi's face was smiling again after he teased her like this.
At this time, Jiang Fengnian looked at the beams and walls, "By the way, mother, since we have enough money, do you think we should build a new house, a big one, and not live in the one that grandma gave us?"
This house was too small to live in.
What's more important is that when Mrs. Jiang and the second wife recover, they may bring up the house deed again.
Mrs. Feng thought about it and shook her head decisively: "No, who would build a house in a famine? Isn't that showing off your wealth?"
If the harvest was good, building a big house could be said to be because the grain was selling well or borrowed from others.
But now it is a year of great disaster, everyone has a penny, and they want to spend it all. Building a house suddenly at this juncture is just asking for trouble.
"The folks in our Daliu Village are united, and most of them are kind-hearted. But even if we don't have to be on guard against our own village, once the news spreads to other villages, it will easily attract people's attention." Mrs. Feng said again.
Li Qiqiao was timid and looked at Feng in agreement: "What mother said is right. Besides, a disaster just happened in my mother's village. Although the victims have been suppressed by the government, we should still be careful."
Jiang Fengnian was immediately alert when he heard it and quickly killed this thought from his mind.
Jiang Fenghu didn't know what his mother and others were talking about in the house. At this moment, he was sitting at the door eating cornmeal cakes with salted crucian carp and green onions.
Just when his mouth was salty and he wanted to go into the house to scoop a bowl of water, a villager brought a ragged old man and walked up to him.
"This is the one you are looking for, the home of Jiang Laosan in our village." The villager left after saying that.
Jiang Fenghu was startled.
"You are..."
The old man was dressed in rags, but his tone was elegant and polite.
He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he lowered his voice and said, "This gentleman, I wonder if there is anyone in your family who saved a child from a trafficker a few days ago."
Jiang Fenghu slapped his forehead and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes, that's my mother and my sister!"
The old man smiled immediately, "This is the right family. Please go home and tell your mother that the three carts of rice and soybeans agreed upon have been prepared by my master, but there are many people during the day, and I am afraid of causing trouble for your family, so I dare not send them into the village without permission."
"When it gets dark tonight, around the time of Xu, please go to the village entrance to welcome him, and then we will deliver the food to your home."
The whole family was even more delighted to learn that the food promised by Han Shang would also arrive, and they only hoped that night would come so that they could bring the uneaten white rice home.
At the time of Xu, a crescent moon hung in the sky, dimly illuminating the earth.
Dahuang in the village lay on the slope, his eyes red, and kept barking threateningly.
When Feng brought his sons out, he did not forget to bring two salted fish and threw them to Dahuang.
"Suck it and eat it. Don't cry after you're done."
While Da Huang was holding the fish, Jiang Fenghu took the opportunity to wrap his mouth around it. Amidst the low growling, Feng and his men also rushed to the village entrance.
The grain delivery team had already stopped at the village monument, with a total of five vehicles.
Han Shang, wearing a dark blue robe with cloud patterns, was waiting by the car with his hands behind his back.
Seeing that he came in person, Feng was a little surprised, so she stepped forward and bowed slightly: "It's late at night and the dew is heavy, just let your men deliver it, why bother you to come in person."
Han Shang turned around quickly, with a look of joy in his eyes.
"I must come to thank you today, but let's talk about the food first." Han Shang's tone was light.
He patted the carriage behind him: "Here are the agreed two carts of rice and one cart of soybeans. I also gave you a cart of millet, a total of four carts."
"Actually, it should have been delivered a few days ago, but I heard that there was a disaster in a village and the people were in turmoil. I am unfamiliar with the place and worried about the unrest, so I waited until today to come."
Han Shang was afraid that the food would be delivered late and Feng would suspect that he regretted it, so he took the lead in explaining.
But Feng didn't think about it at all.
The food was originally proposed by Han Shang, which means he really wanted to send it, so how could he regret it for no reason.
Feng didn't expect that Master Han was so thoughtful.
Not only did he deliver food at night, but he also asked his old followers to change into tattered clothes before entering the village to report the news in order to avoid attracting the attention of the villagers.
This kind of thoughtfulness of putting oneself in other people's shoes is often very touching.
Feng smiled gratefully and blushed: "Thank you for troubling Mr. Han. We just did a simple thing that day, but you took so much trouble."
Han Shang waved his hand.
At this time, he looked around and saw that Nuobao was not there: "Actually, I came here today for another important matter, which is to thank your daughter, because she asked me to throw away the broken jade pendant!"
"Since the jade pendant was gone, my Yier woke up after returning home. What's more strange is that his body has gradually improved a lot in the past two days. He doesn't even take soup or cough anymore. Even the doctor can't tell the reason." Han Shang became more and more excited, his face flushed.
"Really?" Feng was also surprised.
Han Shang nodded vigorously.
He originally planned to bring Xiao Yi to the Jiang family to meet his benefactor, Nuobao, in person.
Unfortunately, the Han family learned that Xiao Yi was almost kidnapped, so they sent someone to Yuncheng to pick Xiao Yi up. Old Madam Han also wrote a letter in person, scolding Han Shang.
Thinking of the witty words and dirty words his mother used when scolding people, Han Shang touched his head awkwardly.
"It's a pity that I can't bring Yi'er to thank you in person, but when I return to the capital, I will ask Yi'er to pick out some of his strange and weird things, and then send someone to deliver them to Nuobao!"
At this time, Dahuang at the entrance of the village loosened his mouth and barked a few more times.
Han Shang was worried that so much food would be seen by others, so he couldn't stay for long.
Before getting on the carriage, he seemed to remember something again, and hurriedly ordered people to take down the bundle prepared in the carriage quickly, because it was a thank-you gift for Nuobao!
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