In Xipo Village, there is a pair of sisters surnamed Yin. A few years ago, their father went to the frontier to fight, but never came back. Last summer, their mother also lost her life in that landslide, leaving the two sisters alone and helpless.

The mother-in-law of the Yin family is still there, and the parents of the sisters are not separated from the uncle above and the uncle below. After the parents are gone, the sisters are still having dinner at home, but they have to look at their faces. Their aunt also said that these two girls are tough and told their children to stay away from them.

Although the old lady above didn't say anything, the older sister was very scared, and she was trembling all day long, fearing that the old lady would suddenly say that she would take them to sell them one day.

Sister Yin Lan thought that her husband must have wanted to sell them in her heart. It was because of her face that she was afraid that the villagers would talk, so she never spoke.

The idea became deeper and deeper. She became a little crazy. When eating every day, she looked at the family sitting around the dining table, as if she was watching a group of people-eating monsters.

Yin Lan rarely goes out. She just locks herself in the house and rubs twine every day. The twine she rubs is thin and even, and is not inferior to adults at all.

She also cares about her sister very much on weekdays. Her sister Yin Duoer is only five or six years old and doesn't know anything. She often wants to go to the yard to play with her uncle's brothers and sisters. Whenever this happens, Yin Lan will hit her. After several times, Yin Duoer and her will be separated.

Some time ago, Yin Lan heard a cousin in the yard that Luo Sanlang's family was making mats. After he finished it himself, he had to ask someone to poke it carefully until the mat was poked tightly and neatly. Pointing a mat like that would get two pieces of cakes from his house.

So Yin Lan thought that she would also go and get a mat like that and poke it back. After making it, she could earn a few pieces of cake every month to coax Yin Duoer.

She was originally worried that Luo Sanlang would not give it to her, after all, she was still too young. Unexpectedly, Luo Sanlang was as easy to talk to as many people in the village said. First, she asked Si Niang Wulang to tell her how to do this thing, and then took out a mat like that from the house and asked her to take it back and do it slowly.

Yin Lan is really a quick job. With Yin Duoer's help, in less than ten days, she asked her to poke out three mats, and she did not cut corners at all. Every time she came to hand over a mat, Luo Yong would write a note for her on the notebook and then get her a mat to be processed.

On the 25th day, Yin Lan came over again. When Luo Yong saw her, he didn't say much. He just asked her if she had received all of them once or how many times she had received them?

Yin Lan thought about it and said she had received all of them. Then she got six pieces of cake from Luo Sanlang and picked up all the big ones for her. At that time, Yin Lan heard the shouting of several people waiting for the cake selling there that the big pieces were taken away, so why don’t we wait for the next pot?

After returning home with this big bowl of cake, Yin Lan felt a little unbelievable. When she saw Yin Duoer, she gave her a piece first. The heartless one was so happy that she got a piece of cake. Yin Lan told her to be obedient and she would make a piece of cake for her in the future.

Yin Lan thought about the remaining five pieces of cake. When she had supper that evening, she brought them to her mother-in-law, which was to please her, and to prove that she could work and not eat a waste of rice.

When her grandmother took the pottery bowl, her fingers touched her granddaughter's rough little hand, and her heart suddenly became mixed.

He put the bowl of cake on the table beside him. Grandma Yin took his granddaughter's hand and stroked it carefully, saying, "It's okay to eat a few pieces of the cake, don't do so many tasks."

When Yin Lan heard this, her eyes immediately turned red.

"What's wrong?" The old lady of the Yin family was also sad and hurriedly hugged her granddaughter in her arms.

"Grandma..." Yin Lan was already crying at this time.

"Sister, why are you crying?" Yin Duoer also pulled her sister's sleeve aside, looking at her face as if she was about to cry.

The grandmother of the Yin family reached out and hugged her two granddaughters in her arms, and her face was full of tears: "Oh... My miserable Erlang... Oh... My miserable wife..."

As soon as the old man started to cry, the rest of the family also turned red. Even the aunt who said that the sisters were destined to be strong, lowered her head and wiped her tears.

After this incident, Yin Lan's guard against her family was no longer as heavy as before, and she was willing to let her sister play with the children in the family, so her aunt didn't say anything else.

But Yin Lan still took the mat from Luo Sanlang to poke it. Later, Luo Sanlang heard that she had rubbed the twine well, so he asked Erniang to rub some cashmere for her and rub it for Luo Sanlang's family. It made more money than rubbing the twine, and it was not as cushioned as poking the mat. After she got it done, it basically depends on the feel.

Yin Lan is no longer as hard as she did before. She can often walk around the village, but even so, she can now get more than twenty cents from Luo Sanlang every month.

This twenty cents can buy four or five dou of rice, which is enough to support the two sisters. With this guarantee, she naturally feels much more at ease than before, and her personality gradually becomes cheerful.

·

Luo Yong has almost run out of stock since he was bought another batch of cashmere socks on May 25th.

So he recently started to do manual delivery. He didn't plan to spread the knitting skills for socks for now, so it's hard to send out the work. However, the job of rubbing yarn can be sent out, but not a lot of it is sent out. After seeing those who are meticulous in their work, I sent out a little, and rubbing so many threads horizontally and vertically, Er Niang couldn't finish knitting.

At the end of May, the Luo family harvested wheat. Luo Sanlang's twenty disciples went to the field together. In less than a day, they collected all the wheat from the five acres of land. After two days of busyness, they rubbed all the wheat off the straw.

These days are when other families in the village harvest wheat. The little kids in the village rushed outside to see the wheat, holding branches and other things in their hands to prevent birds from pecking at them.

In fact, I have been pecked a lot when I was in the fields, and I can’t guard against this kind of thing, especially in small mountain villages like them, where there are many birds and birds. Once the wheat and millet are ripe, they all fly down from the mountain and cannot even drive them away.

A new batch of grain is put into the warehouse, and the old ones are sorted out, intending to consume a batch of them.

There is an oil pressing workshop in Xiaohe Village. Luo Yong wants to squeeze some soybean oil. He mixes cold dishes at home and stir-frys eggs, etc., so he can't always use meat oil. Besides, meat oil is not easy these days.

Xiaohe Village is more than 20 miles away from Xipo Village. It takes two or three hours to drive a donkey cart. The two villages often have exchanges and intermarriages, but Luo Sanlang has never been there. He only knows that their place lives in Xiaohe Village.

The terrain of Xiaohe Village is flatter than that of Xipo Village. There is another small river flowing through the village, and the water source is sufficient, so it is more suitable for farming. The scale of the village is much larger than that of Xipo Village, with nearly fifty families of all sizes.

The villagers of Xipo Village knew that Luo Yong wanted to go to Xiaohe Village to squeeze oil. When a few young people were going to sell tofu that morning, they called him to go with him.

A few young people were talking and laughing while walking on the road, but Luo Yong didn't take the cart himself, so that if they were tired of walking, they would put their loads on the donkey cart. The young people took turns to put their loads or baskets on the donkey cart for a while on the donkey cart. They felt much more relaxed than usual and were in a better mood.

"You have to carry so much tofu to Xiaohe Village to sell? But who wants to hold a wedding banquet?" Luo Yong asked these young people on the way.

Those young men immediately helped Luo Yong solve his doubts

"Where is there any wedding banquet?"

"They want to make salty tofu when they buy it."

"It's just steam the tofu and marinate it with salt."

"This way, the tofu will not break easily."

"I've tried it once, but it tastes a bit like frozen tofu."

"The pickled tofu is salty and delicious for cooking soup and making cold dishes."

Luo Yong had never eaten that kind of salty tofu. Since he heard about it now, he planned to try making it at home another day and try what the salty tofu tasted.

When they arrived at Xiaohe Village, the young people were familiar with each other and took Luo Yong to the oil pressing workshop.

The owner of the oil pressing mill heard that Luo Sanlang from Xipo Village came to his house to press oil, so he hurriedly ran back from the field. Na Luo Sanlang's reputation has spread in their Xiaohe Village. His method of burning dirt is now used by almost every household.

Many villagers from Xiaohe Village have come to watch the fun at this moment. Many of them are still carrying muddy feet. They are obviously just coming back from the ground, and there are also carrying hoes and shoulder poles on their shoulders. They are three layers inside and three layers outside, just like visiting some rare protected animals.

During this period, some people talked to Luo Yong. After all, what everyone is most concerned about is the dirt manure matter. Some people asked Luo Sanlang to see the dirt manure burned from his home to see if there was anything wrong.

It took some time to press the oil from the side and the vertical, so Luo Yong followed those people. Luo Yong has been burning a lot of dirt dung recently, and he has some experience. He saw that the dirt dung of some farmers was obviously burned, not like it was simmered on low heat, but like it was roasted on high heat, so he pointed it out one by one.

Just to mention, some places were not clear, so he finally used the materials provided by the villagers to light a pile of dirt in the village.

"...The fire of this size is almost the same. Don't let it be completely ignited. Steam it on low heat all night and you can pour it on water tomorrow." Luo Yong told them all about his recent experience in burning dirt.

"I heard from the villagers in Xipo Village that it is very good to use pig manure and urine with this dirt manure." A villager in Xiaohe Village said.

"That's true. If you have free time, you can also go and see the pig house in our Xipo Village." Luo Sanlang smiled.

"Hi, it's useless to see it." The villager smiled.

"Why?" Luo Yong asked him.

"It made Luo Gong laugh. A family is poor and there is not enough money and food to buy the piglet." The villager waved his hand with a little shyness.

"Do you want to raise pigs?" Luo Yong asked him.

"It's a heart to have a heart..." The villagers looked regretful. If they didn't add those farm tools this spring, they would definitely be enough to buy one or two piglets at this time.

"If you are willing, I will buy one or two piglets for you to raise. How about it?" Luo Sanlang said with a smile.

"What does Luo Gong mean?" the other party was puzzled.

"Now I will pay to buy piglets for you. When you raise the piglet, remove the original weight of the piglet and add more meat. Is it okay for you and me to buy half of it?" Luo said half-jokingly.

"Did Gong Luo take this seriously?" The villager was overjoyed.

"That's natural." Luo Yong actually thought about this in the morning, but he just didn't find a chance to start. It's just that he was talking so hard now.

"Then I'll start to repair the pigpen now?" The other party seemed a little worried that Luo Yong would regret it.

"I will send the piglets to you in two days." Luo Yong was also very happy.

"..." The others looked at me, and I looked at you, but they looked a little embarrassed to speak.

Although not every household can’t afford piglets, they also want to do such unsolicited transactions.

"Who else you want piglets? Let's say this, but you have to make the statement first. You have to raise the piglets well. If you raise them to death, you will have to pay me the piglets for the time being." Luo Yong said with a smile.

"That's natural." These people happily agreed that it would not be that easy to raise a pig to death.

"In this way, I will be the middleman. Whoever took the piglets from Luo Sanlang and recorded them one by one, so that no one would deny them in the future." At this time, another voice full of energy sounded.

"Li Zheng."

"It's Li Zheng coming."

"Give it quickly."

Their place is a tall old man, who is still in his sixties or seventies, and he is still energetic and has great prestige among his neighbors. Luo Yong did not expect that he would be willing to take charge of things like today.

From the perspective of self-interest, even if you achieve something like today, whether it is material benefits or reputation, those benefits must be basically used.

Li Zheng stood up as this middleman, and he wouldn't have much to do if there was a good thing. If something went wrong, he might have to follow the melon and say it directly, it would be thankless.

But not everyone considers the issue from the perspective of self-interest. Whether in the 21st or 7th century, there are always some people who are willing to take other people's affairs on themselves.

Luo Yong himself is not that kind of person. Like today's things, he actually has selfish intentions. First, it is to earn more pork, and second, it is to kidnap interests. After all, reputation is not enough. He wants everyone here to be related to his interests. This is the best protection/protection/umbrella.

But this did not prevent him from respecting those selfless people, so he bowed to Li Zheng and said, "In this way, I will be troubled with Li Zheng."

"It's okay." Li was reaching out to help him up.

The villagers of Xiaohe Village are also very happy to have Li Zheng join. With him, everything will naturally be more secure.

So after Luo Sanlang returned, these people happily went home to build a pig house, waiting for Luo Sanlang to send the piglets over.

·

Just as Luo Sanlang and the Xiaohe Village were collaborating in cooperation with each other, Qiao Junlin, who was in Chang'an, finally took back his pair of socks from his uncle Hou Lin.

That night, Hou Lingao happily came back from get off work from Hongwenguan. In addition to the three new pairs of socks he asked someone to buy, he also brought Qiao Junlin's old pair of socks. By the way, he also brought him a small jar. The two servants said that this was a gift from Luo Sanlang to Qiao Dalang.

When Qiao Junlin saw the jar, he thought that Luo Yong had brought him fermented bean curd. Since he came to Chang'an City, he had never eaten fermented bean curd for a while and was very greedy, so he happily went to remove the oil paper on the jar.

But as soon as I opened it, an unspeakable stench filled the room!

The school teacher Hou mustered up the courage to look over and took a look. The thing looked a bit like the fermented bean curd brought by Qiao Junlin before, but it was probably shaking all the way on the horse's back. Many of them were broken and the color was not right. The fermented bean curd he had seen before was beige, but this one was blue.
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