But unfortunately, the master and the young lady had strong ideas, and he was just a servant, so he could only be obedient.
The farmers were worried. Planting rice seedlings with such large gaps between them meant a lot of wasted land and fewer rice seedlings.
But they didn't dare to say anything, because the master said that if there was no harvest, the loss of the previous year would be his. They would get the same amount of grain next year as they did last year, and he would not let them starve to death.
Although I don't know whether what my master said is true or not, I can only plant rice seedlings and pour fish fry into the rice fields as he said.
When the fish fry fell, my heart sank. If the fish could survive, its head would be used as a stool for the master to sit on.
"Miss, you see, the rice fields are indeed stronger this year than before."
After the crops were planted, the master's family took great care of them, strolling through the fields almost every day. He also learned that they were farmers themselves, and only in recent years, when they had become wealthy, had they stopped working. In the past, they had been working in the fields year-round.
No wonder I have so many ideas. It turns out that I am a farmer just like them and I am very familiar with the land.
"Yeah, I think so too. Isn't it better than just spreading the seeds all over the place? In the past, we didn't care whether they were sparse or dense. It was fine where they were sparse, but when they were dense, they were all crammed together. Do you think they can grow well? Is there room for them to grow crops?"
"Master, what you said is true. We have been farming for so many years without any brains. We are not as good as you in a few years of experience."
Listen to what others say and it makes so much sense. It's such a simple thing, but he has never figured it out for all these years. He just keeps working hard, working year after year but still not having enough to eat, and he still doesn't change.
"Is the fish okay?"
"I'm fine. I've grown a lot."
"That's good. If there are too many fry, just catch some and throw them into the river."
"yes!"
"Daughter, why are you in the fields again?"
"Come and take a look, just take a walk."
"Your mother didn't see you getting anxious just now. Go back quickly and take a look at your belly. You should also pay attention to it. You are almost pregnant and you are still not quiet."
"I understand, Dad. You should stop nagging. You're almost going to be a grandfather, but you still don't stop."
"Didn't I say I'm a grandfather?"
"I think I'd rather call you grandpa. I don't feel comfortable hearing grandpa and grandma."
"Whatever you like, I've been discussing the baby's name with Mr. Qian lately."
"Have you discussed it?"
Zhao Dashu thought of the good names he had come up with and smiled several times, "Let's call the boy Youcai, Zhao Youcai, it means he is born with wealth and will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of his life, right?
The girl is named Zhao Meili. Dignified and beautiful, isn't that the greatest compliment for a woman? You said Dad picked a good name, but Mr. Qian said I was tacky. How tacky is that? His grandson is named Youfu!
Being blessed with wealth and fortune is a good reputation.
Zhao Xiaoyu almost stumbled, but luckily the girl beside her held her up. She patted her chest and broke out in a sweat. "Dad, can we be a little more normal? If people call me 'Beautiful Mother' from now on, will I still be able to live?"
"It doesn't sound good, it sounds great!"
Zhao Xiaoyu stopped him, "It's not nice to hear that. Don't mess around. I'll take care of my child myself."
I really can’t stand it. My dad has never been reliable in his life.
"My daughter, I've already thought of a nickname for her. It's Yuanbao!"
If a full name isn't enough, a nickname should be fine, right?
"Dad!" Zhao Xiaoyu stomped her feet.
Zhao Dashu felt aggrieved, "Why, you won't even give me a nickname? Don't you think I'm from the Zhao family? Why can't grandpa give me a name? Your mother also said Yuanbao sounds nice."
Zhao Xiaoyu was disappointed. "Hey, is it called Yuanbao? Is it a gold ingot or a silver ingot?"
"My child must have gold ingots!"
Absolutely amazing!
Fortunately, she can make the decision about the name, so the child will not be laughed at in the future.
When Xiao Lei returned home, he saw his wife lying outside in the yard, with someone fanning her.
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