Xu Errui remained silent. Although he had a premonition about what his aunt had done, when he actually learned of the heinous things she had committed, he no longer knew who to hate or who to feel sorry for.
Now that he knows Xiaotian will come back, he just nods, as if he has seen through the vanity of the world.
Jiang Zhi didn't mention those things about Jincheng Prefecture again; for Xu Family Village, that was already another world.
Back in the village, Jiang Zhi had her own things to do.
We still need to wait for the antipyretic medication to be made.
Because the Huo family needs to test the medicine, which takes a long time, we can't rush it.
The village's mosquito coil workshop now operates on an assembly line, with a long daily work schedule, and everyone comes to work according to the schedule.
With Wang Xiaoju managing the workshop, the time was extremely tight. Almost every time she stood in front of that long wooden machine, she had to work non-stop for half a day, which was even more tiring than before.
Wang Xiaoju is like a nagging ghost, always saying the phrase "If it's in the pot, it's in the bowl."
Two men were constantly cranking the spool for grinding the medicinal mud tablets, which kept coming out. The person pressing the spool behind them had to run to urinate.
It was only when Li Laoshi saw that Qin was too busy to even speak that he spoke up and said something fair: "Team Leader Wang, if you keep rushing the work like this for three days, you'll exhaust everyone. Who will dare to do this job in the future?"
What good is a lot of money if you only have a short lifespan and can't be put in a coffin after you die?
Li Laoshi was also an administrator, and it was only when he spoke that Wang Xiaoju slowed down a bit.
Several women, including Qin, Pi, Lianhua, and Tao'er's mother, became formal employees, working in the workshop even while carrying their children on their backs.
Xu Genqing couldn't bear to hire anyone to farm, so he and Lianhua took time off to do farm work themselves.
Now both husband and wife have jobs to do, and they are busy every day, truly supporting their family.
Da Xiang and Xiao Xiang are now at Lianhua's house. According to the village's new rules, each child must attend school for at least one year, even if it's intermittent.
This was Jiang Zhi's suggestion. It was impossible to implement nine-year compulsory education here, as farmers did not have the awareness to let their children study every day without doing any work.
Especially now that there are workshops in the village, where children can work instead of carrying heavy loads on their shoulders, everyone is eager to send their children out to earn money.
Jiang Zhi only needed one year of compulsory education, which is still acceptable.
Farmers only eat if they work, so there are no time limits for studying; as long as they pass all the assessments, they graduate.
The test here involves being familiar with four books: "Hundred Family Surnames", "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Classic" and "Thousand Family Poems".
Memorization is not required; as long as you can read it fluently, you pass. If you can memorize it, you are an excellent student and can move up to the next class.
Compared to the modern third-grade literacy standard, which requires recognizing over 1,600 characters, Jiang Zhi felt that it was already quite remarkable that the villagers were able to go to school.
Jiang Zhi also has ways to deal with those academically challenged kids who don't study and just want to coast through life.
Without studying, you won't get a diploma and won't be able to work in a workshop.
Of course, doing only farm work is fine, but you might not be able to do the work of a manager, because once you buy and sell things, you also need to keep accounts. Since everyone in the village knows each other, the first choice would naturally be someone who can write and do the accounting.
Jiang Zhi believed that if everyone studied diligently for a year, at least they would be able to recognize some commonly used characters, do basic arithmetic, know how to ride horses and drive cars, and understand etiquette.
Now that Da Xiang and Xiao Xiang are about to start school, I spend my free time either helping take care of the children, cooking, washing clothes, weeding in the fields, or studying in my spare time.
Fortunately, with the help of these two children, Xu Genqing and Lianhua were able to go to work with peace of mind.
The sound of reading aloud filled the Sishui Hall as well. He Xiang, Nini, and Caixia would recite their lessons at home, and Qiaoyun would learn alongside the children.
There were no textbooks; the learning content was all written by Xia Xiucai on a whiteboard with a brush. The children had to copy it down with a slate and take it with them. This way, they could learn to read and write at the same time, without even needing to buy books.
Everyone in the village was busy, and Jiang Zhi didn't dare to slack off either.
I also need to get my own Zangchunxiang made so that I can send it directly to Miss Huo, who is making her mark in the capital.
The making of Tibetan incense was done at Laoyun Cliff. Last year, it was made by Qiaoyun, Chunfeng, and a few others, but this year Qiaoyun went back to the village to take care of her children and couldn't go up the mountain to make incense anymore.
So Xiaoman and Jiangzhi, along with Qianniu who had finished a month of schooling in the village, returned to the mountain to begin their annual migrant worker life.
Although Jiangzhi's Zangchunxiang is also a mosquito coil, the materials used and the accounts are completely separate from those of the mosquito coil workshops in the village.
Charcoal powder, medicinal powder, elm bark powder, and various other herbs—all these raw materials can be obtained from mosquito coil workshops; you just need to keep track of the costs and pay accordingly.
The secret to Lao Yunya's making of Tibetan incense lies in repeatedly pounding the medicinal paste until it resembles clay.
Incense sticks cannot be cut with a knife in a workshop; they need to be squeezed using a bamboo tube.
The very fine medicinal mud is squeezed out of the holes as long, thin threads. While still damp, it is coiled into a spiral incense stick and placed in a well-ventilated place to dry in the shade.
Finally, soak the package in the essence and pack it well. When it is burned, it will retain its fragrance for a long time and have a good mosquito-repelling effect.
This year's Tibetan Spring Incense has added a new ingredient: Ganoderma lucidum, which can repel mosquitoes. Only a small amount is needed to burn for a long time, and it is a natural mosquito repellent.
[Revisit Chapter 308 (Tree Tongue Ganoderma), there are pictures and descriptions]
Now everyone is very skilled at making mosquito coils. Xu Dazhu has difficulty with his legs but has great strength in his hands. He sits down and uses a wooden stick to pound the medicinal paste, while the others press the rod to squeeze out the paste and coil the incense. They work together in a division of labor.
The essence distilled by Qiaoyun had already been transported down the mountain to be used to make mosquito repellent, so Jiangzhi was burning incense on the mountain and still needed to find fresh plants to distill essence for later use.
Because nine piglets and three adult pigs rooted in the ground at Laoyunya last year, the violets that Jiang Zhi planted outside the pigsty have become extinct. Not to mention the seedlings, even the roots have long since disappeared.
We can't plant any more, because in another six months, another batch of piglets will be born, and we'll have to turn the soil over again.
Since it was the brat who caused the trouble, then the father should pay for the son's sins.
Jiang Zhi tied a basket to Peiqi's back, forbidding it from wandering around sightseeing anymore, and made it follow her to find herbs.
By the end of March in the lunar calendar, Ba County was already very warm, with all kinds of plants flourishing and thriving.
Peppa, with two large baskets strapped to her back, walked ahead, humming and grumbling, as she headed into the mountains to find medicine.
The hilltop that had been slashed several times had become a no-go zone for the wild boar, and it no longer went in that direction.
Along the way, the rosebuds were already in bud, and even the air was faintly sweet.
Seeing Peiqi heading straight for the area with golden cherry vines, Jiang Zhi couldn't help but slap the pig's back: "It's still early, what are you doing here? Don't think I don't know what you're up to, go to the place where the honeysuckle is planted."
Even the smartest Peppa Pig has times when she can't tell the seasons apart.
This is the place where wild boars used to eat rosehips. Now that they've just started blooming, they've already set their sights on them, thinking they can pick them if they bring people with them.
After being slapped on the back, Peppa rolled her eyes and had no choice but to turn around and obediently go into the woods to look for something.
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