In addition to several daughters-in-law, Ye Yuran, Zhu Bamei, Lin Sanmei, Lin Simei, and even Lu Daya, Lu Erya, Lu Sanya and others all had cloths.

It's just that they still have to "pick" the cloth from Liu, Liu, Li and Lin, but they don't have to pick from Ye Yuran and Zhu Bamei, they have only one piece.

There are still close relatives. The cloth brought to Lin Sanmei, Lin Simei and the three maids of the Lu family is a little inferior. They can be put together and taken away. After all, the three maids of the Lu family are still young, so the one responsible for making clothes must be

Lin Sanmei and Lin Simei.

And they themselves, a pair of biological sisters, decide who uses which piece of cloth.

Not only the women of the Zhu family have cloth for making new clothes, but also Old Man Zhu and the others, but the color for men is relatively simple, either dark green or light blue, there is no choice.

The men didn't care. They hugged each piece and put it directly into the woman's hand: "I'll just take this piece. Just watch and do it. If there are more, I can make them for the children at home!"

"The children's new clothes have been prepared a long time ago. I'm waiting for you, the new year is over..." The woman laughed.

Long before the weather cooled down, they had already discussed with Zhu Bamei to buy a batch of cotton cloth for children and take advantage of the slack time to pack it out.

No, the new clothes for the New Year have been prepared a long time ago, but I just hid it from the children and didn't let them know.

Otherwise, if this group of skinny kids finds out and wears it in advance, what will they wear during the Chinese New Year?

The man said: "It's okay. If you want more, it doesn't matter if you make them more clothes. We are busy all year round, and it's not just for the children."

"Yes, yes, you feel sorry for the child, we don't." Which woman would not be happy to hear that the man cared so much about the child, she responded with a smile.

In addition to preparing some for himself, Zhu San also prepared some for Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Zhu.

In the past, there was no contact between the two families and there was no such condition, so let it go. Now that the family's conditions have improved and the two parties have started to contact each other again, he will naturally not forget to "honor" the old man.

After talking for a while, old man Zhu happily hugged his things and took Zhu San and Zhu Qi to the next door.

Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Li, and Mrs. Lin each took their things back to their own houses, and then went out to work. There was quite a lot of food that needed to be prepared before the Chinese New Year. Even though there are still two or three months left before the Chinese New Year, there are still a lot of things to eat.

, pickles have to be prepared in advance, and even some nuts have to be fried.

There's nothing you can do about it. People have already started to visit your house before the Chinese New Year. When people come to your house, you can't help but bring out something to eat, right?

Zhu Da and Zhu Er were still alive. After gathering for a while, they went out to talk to Li Zheng, the patriarch's son, about composting.

"Whose turn is it tomorrow?"

"Zhu Wenrui's house."

"Okay, let's take a group to his house tomorrow to help, and the rest will continue digging ditches."

…

As the chief minister of the village, Li Zheng's son Zhu Youguang is mainly responsible for the water canals. He said: "Zhu Da, has your scholar master come back? I just heard a group of children shouting there, saying that the scholar master is back.

Already."

"Well, I just got home, my buttocks are not even hot, so I went to the old man's place again." Zhu Da nodded and said, "What's wrong, you want him to help look at the ditch? Wait a minute, he just came back, wait for him

Take a day off, I'll tell him."

"Hey, don't forget. He helped to repair the ditches in our village. Without his help to keep an eye on them, I would feel guilty."

"Why are you mumbling? Lao Qi is a scholar and doesn't know how to farm. He can only come up with big ideas. We have to figure out the details ourselves." After saying that, Zhu Da added, "My mother said

of."

When he heard that it was Ye Yuran who said it, Zhu Youguang couldn't say anything and said, "What Madam Zhu said must make sense. I just like to worry about it."

On the other side, the person in charge of composting, Zhu Qun, the patriarch’s son, said: “This water canal is a major event in our village. Next year will also be the first year for the whole village to plant paddy fields. Everyone’s heart is hanging on.

There is nothing wrong with being careful. Even if the scholar doesn’t know how to farm, he has seen the big world and has heard and seen more than us. If we ask him to help us keep an eye on things, we can avoid making some detours."

"Shunde will definitely come. He has never farmed before. My mother also wants him to go to the fields and learn more." Zhu Da said, "My mother said, this kind of farming is a university study.

Those who have learned and those who have not learned are completely different things. Even if Lao Qi doesn't know how to farm, at least he must understand it. Otherwise, if he really makes a difference in the future, will he become a confused official? "

"Hahahaha... Aunt Zhu has the foresight! I think none of the officials can compare to the scholar in our village. Just wait," Zhu Qun laughed, "when the scholar becomes a senior official,

What a blessing to us people."

The more he talked, the happier he became, as if Zhu Qi had become a high official.

Fortunately, Zhu Qi is not here, otherwise I don’t know how to react: I am just a student, how can I be related to an official?

Because Zhu San and Zhu Qi just came back today, Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Zhu were invited over to have a reunion dinner with their family.

Just as Zhu Da and Zhu Er promised, Zhu Qi rested at home for a day and began to wander around the village on the third day to follow the construction status of the village's water canals. Of course, he did not forget to bring Dabao with him for such a thing.

Second treasure.

Although he designed the general direction, it was Dabao and Erbao who were responsible for conveying and helping with the plan. They may know some details better than Zhu Qi.

As a scholar, it was easier for Zhu Qi to communicate with the two of them. Instead, he was talking to the mud-legged ones, and his words often did not match his words, and neither party knew what the other was talking about.

After some exchange, someone touched the non-existent sweat on his forehead and said, "Why do I feel so tired talking to a scholar?"

"Why aren't you tired? We don't understand what he said, and he may not understand what we say." The man sighed and said, "It's better to be Dabao or Erbao. He knows what we are talking about as soon as we say it."

, when they say it, we understand it.”

Zhu Qi made a general plan, such as how many acres of paddy fields there are, and where ditches need to be built. But how to build the ditches specifically, and whether to change the direction, we still have to listen to the "suggestions" of Nijizi.

After all, it is others who deal with the ground every day. How deep should the trench be dug and how should it be dug to prevent water from seeping down? They have more experience than Zhu Qi.

Based on these experiences, only Dabao, Erbao, and Zhu Qi could calculate how much time it would take the villagers to dig a ditch.

After calculating it, you can break down the daily workload and roughly when the trench will be completed.

In this way, the villagers have a clear goal: "Oh, if I build it like this this month, I will be able to wait until next spring!"

They will definitely not wait for the word "there's enough time", but will find ways to complete more tasks every day, so won't they be able to complete the ditch task in advance?

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