"There are also Chun Hua and Chun Wa. Yesterday, your mistress brought twenty eggs, saying they were for us."

Tianguo is a dialect of Shiban Town, which means a gift for moving and dividing a family.

Ye Youran was not polite.

After finishing the meal, she helped Pan clean up the dishes and then went back.

Ye Dashi poured the millet into the millet jar, and then took out a folded square piece of paper from the drawer. After spreading it out, he used a burnt black thin stick to record on it, "Millet, five

Ten pounds."

Also record the date.

Pan asked, "How much food do we owe Xiaoyou in total?"

"Two hundred and seventy-eight pounds."

"So much?" Mrs. Pan was a little worried, "Next year the harvest will be good, we may not be able to save this food, right?"

"Save some food. It's spring. Let Chun Hua Chun Wa dig more wild vegetables and eat them with the grain. It's enough."

Ye Dashan is dead, Li Xiugu is missing, and Ye Youran cannot cultivate the few acres of land in the fourth house.

Ye Youran discussed with Ye Dashi that he would give Ye Dashi a few acres of land in the fourth house to plant.

After all, Ye Dashi is the eldest son of the fourth family, and Ye Dashi should also have a share of the fourth family's land.

But Ye Dashan is a decent person. When his biological mother fell ill, in order to raise money for medicine, Ye Dashan had already sold the land his family had received from his ancestors.

These acres of land were bought by Ye Dashan with his own money after his parents died.

This is Ye Dashan's land, not the land left by his biological parents. He, Ye Dashan, cannot be white.

He could no longer take advantage of his orphaned niece, and had to pay tenants to farm.

Even with a few acres of land, even if the harvest is good, after paying taxes and grain, there won't be much left over, and it will barely be enough to feed the family.

If the harvest is not good, I might not even be able to pay taxes and grain.

"The child's father, how about after spring, you go to the town to find a job, and I can cultivate the land at home by myself?"

"Dad, Chunwa and I will also help mom with the work."

Chun Hua said.

Chunwa also nodded heavily and said, "In the past, in Sanfang, our family got up early and worked in the dark in the fields. In the end, we couldn't even have a mouthful of porridge. Now we can only eat a few more mouthfuls of porridge when we work on our own land."

Just to eat a few more bites of porridge at each meal, he would work hard to help the family.

But Ye Dashi was worried that his wife and children would be at home, "I'm worried that the third room will bully you if I'm not at home."

Ye Chunhua's eyes showed hatred, "Dad, we are not afraid. She used to be my grandma, and I allowed her to beat and scold me without resisting. Now she is a third-family member, and she can no longer control our family."

Although he said this, Ye Dashi's family all knew that this matter was definitely not over yet.

"Then when spring comes, I'll go to the town to have a look first."

…

Ye Youran didn't know what Ye Dashi's family was planning. After she returned to the room, she took out the newly bought bedding and touched it again and again.

"Strange, what kind of quilt is this? It's so light and airy?"

Ye Youran wanted to take it apart and take a look, but after taking one look at the stitches on the quilt, he was reluctant to take it apart.

This stitching is really beautiful, neat and fine, and the distance between stitches is exactly the same.

She always thought that her needlework was already top-notch, but compared with the needlework here, she felt ashamed.

"Could it be that after three thousand years, women's needlework has reached this level?"

He climbed onto the kang again and covered himself with a new bedding, saying that it was worth changing the bedding.

Three pounds of sweet potatoes and a new set of bedding are a great deal.
Chapter completed!