"Oh, you are so serious. You are always polite every time you come. I don't know if I should let you come next time." Aunt Cen took Ye Yuran's hand, angry and funny, "I know you are busy, it is rare.

I hope you will come again. If you bring something with you when you come, if you do this again, then you better not come. Those who don’t know, think I am expecting something from you."

Ye Yuran smiled and said: "How can that be possible? You usually take such good care of the little ones in my family. It's rare for me to come to your door without bringing something nice to express my gratitude. How can I have the nerve to come? I'm not being polite.

It’s etiquette and necessary.”

"What's necessary? It's out of season, where's the etiquette? The repair fee paid by your family was in vain? Your little ones, in our family, eat food that is not from our family? They came here

At that time, when did you not bring rations? You are just being polite."

"It's polite to be blindly polite. No big deal, I'll bring less of it next time."

…

The two old ladies held hands and talked in the yard for a long time.

Mr. Cen is mainly responsible for teaching, and what he can talk about is naturally Zhu Qi's learning situation. But Aunt Cen is different. She has everything at home and abroad. No one knows this student's living situation better than her.

Ye Yuran can also know the movements of many students by chatting with her.

She was afraid that the children would report good news but not bad news, and would hide everything from her and solve it secretly. Although she was happy that her children had grown up, she also wished to know more about their situation.

Aunt Cen is okay. If anything happens, she will tell the parents.

For example, she feels sorry for the two eldest grandsons of the Zhu family who are too sensible and study all day long at such a young age. In addition to studying, they are also studying. Even when playing, they will be very restrained, for fear of wasting the current opportunity.

Other people's older children still know how to run around and play everywhere, but they are better off. Even when they go out, they are still on a learning mission.

"What study tasks did you bring?" Ye Yuran looked curious and wanted to know what "bad ideas" these two guys would have.

"I don't know about that," Aunt Cen said. "Anyway, one time, my son left a question for the students, which was about the market price. At that time, some students didn't know that eggs cost two cents each. This was a big deal.

My son got angry and scolded him for not eating minced meat..."

This matter attracted Dabao and Erbao's attention, and they decided to check out all the prices in Anjiu Town.

Together with Zhu Qi and Cen Guangji, they actually wrote something. Although it was not particularly perfect, Mr. Cen was "surprised" and praised them all.

"I don't understand those big principles. Anyway, what my son means is that as a scholar, you should pay attention to everything from astronomy and geography to the price of an egg. You should be facing the sky above and the earth below. You should be down-to-earth.

, to be able to do things well.”

Ye Yuran nodded beside him: "Sir, you are indeed a gentleman. You are right. This scholar will be an official in the future. If he doesn't even know how much an egg costs, he will be able to manage well when he becomes an official."

The people in your own jurisdiction?”

Aunt Cen was very happy to hear her son being praised, and she started talking more.

After staying like this, the whole morning passed.

Aunt Cen also warmly invited Ye Yuran to stay for lunch. If she rushed back to Zhujiacun at this time, she would definitely miss the meal, so she might as well stay at Cen's house and have dinner.

She came to Cen's house so many times and rarely had a meal.

By the way, let’s also try the craftsmanship of the Cen family.

By the time Ye Yuran left Anjiu Town and returned to Zhujia Village, the sun had already set. She took a bullock cart and brought some rice and noodles to her family, as well as some needlework for her daughter-in-law and girls.

"Lao Qi and the others will be back at the end of this month. Then you should tidy up the house and prepare what needs to be prepared." Ye Yuran hurriedly assigned tasks to everyone.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter.

With the return home of Zhu Qi, Dabao, Erbao and Zhu San, the annual autumn harvest also begins.

As a scholar, Zhu Qi took Dabao and Erbao with him every day, and after finishing their studies, he had to wear a bamboo hat and carry a basket and go to work in the fields with them.

Of course, a group of three people can't help much, but they can still pick up the millet left on the ground.

Ye Yuran also assigned a task to them: "I heard from Aunt Cen that when you are in the school, your husband often assigns you some tasks, so I will assign one to you too."

"Milk, please say."

"During this autumn harvest period, you have to calculate clearly how many acres of land we have cultivated and how much grain we have harvested. You must also figure out how this grain is grown throughout the year and how it is turned into rice to fill your stomach.

It’s for everyone’s stomach.”

Dabao, Erbao: "..."

——Is this question a bit too difficult?

Looking at Zhu Qi for help, he found that his uncle Qi was staring at the uncles who were cutting and threshing millet with bright eyes, looking eager to try.

"Mom, Mom, can I try? I want to try that..." Zhu Qi looked at his brothers, grabbed the millet and threw it into the square bucket, and the millet fell down one by one, and he was amazed.

I had seen it before, but at that time he was a non-staff member of the family and was not allowed to participate in such activities.

Zhu Qi didn't dare to mention it, but it was different now. He had stayed in the school for so long, and his teacher often "encouraged" his "initiative", which made him somewhat bolder.

He had wanted to try it for a long time, so he naturally asked.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Yuran laughed a little and called Zhu San and asked him to take Zhu Qi to thresh grain: "Since he likes it, let him try it and keep an eye on it. Don't let him make trouble and waste food."

That’s it.”

With a look of joy on his face, Zhu San responded: "Okay, mother."

He was in a particularly good mood because he discovered that even though he was not busy at home all year round, the harvest at home seemed to be very good.

Especially in the original paddy field that his mother was responsible for, the neat rows of grains were obviously a head taller than those in the fields next to them, and the grains were fuller and richer.

Zhu Jia also wore a bamboo hat and appeared on the Zhu family's land. He looked at the rice that had been bent by the weight of the grain, and he was filled with envy: "Old man Zhu, your family's land is well taken care of. Look at it.

, this one is much longer than the one next to it."

Old Man Zhu also had a bright face and smiled modestly: "It's not much better, it just looks taller. In fact, we planted less, so we may not get as much as others."

"That's not necessarily true." Zhu Jia looked at Old Man Zhu's land and then at other people's homes. Even without counting, he could feel it based on experience. "The old method in the past seemed to have a lot of rice."

, but the grains on each rice plant are few and small, not comparable to those in your family. And I have also seen how you plant throughout the year. This acre of land does not need to be watered every day, but only watered once every few days.

Just stay there, it’s much easier than us..."

Not only Zhu Jia came over to watch, but many other people who heard that the Zhu family had started harvesting rice came over to join in the fun.
Chapter completed!