“Our village’s persimmons can be sold to workshops this year, right?”
"Ah, right? There are a lot of persimmon trees in our village! We have several in our house!"
"We have some at home too! Miss Zhao, how do you harvest these persimmons?"
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Zhao Liya wanted to laugh when she heard this, but she still explained patiently: "The workshop will start working in a while. Making persimmons is easy and everyone can learn it. Yes, it is easy to learn. The wages are not sure now. Don't worry, they will definitely not let you know.
Everyone will suffer a loss! Well, we can make it this year. We have to buy the persimmons that meet the standards at home. It’s not easy for everyone to pick them by themselves. The workshop said that you can pick them again, and you don’t want to pick any that are damaged.”
After answering questions for a long time, including but not limited to answering questions such as "Are our persimmons sweeter than others, are they more expensive?", half a day has passed.
Zhao Liya's mouth was dry, so she quickly drank a large bowl of tea.
This was tea picked in the mountains and fried in an iron pot in an earthen stove. It was not a famous brand, but it was exceptionally sweet and delicious. So Zhao Liya shamelessly asked Bai Lizheng's wife for some.
Bai Lizheng's daughter-in-law was very happy to see that Miss Zhao liked her things. She smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes. This thing is a wild tea tree in the mountains. It's not worth much. Miss Zhao likes to let my boy take one with him when he goes into the mountains.
Go pick some big sacks and bring them back! I'll fry them and keep them for a year!"
Zhao Liya laughed loudly: "Thank you, aunt, there's no need to pick it specially, I'll just take some back with you!"
Bai Lizheng's wife waved her hand, "Miss Zhao, you're welcome."
Zhao Liya had a simple lunch at Bai Lizheng's house. In the afternoon, she and Bai Lizheng went to see people reclaiming wasteland, and took some ropes with them.
She was going to take a walk all over the mountain. Some big trees were tied with ropes so that the villagers who were clearing the land would not cut them down.
On this day, she and Hu Ling were both very tired. It was just the beginning of this journey, so naturally they would be a little more tired, and they would still come over the next day.
Hu Ling planned to follow everyone into the mountains to look for wild persimmon trees. Once they all knew what kind to choose, how to prune and cut them, and what to pay attention to when digging, he would go squat and clear the wasteland.
The reclamation of wasteland has been somewhat successful. While the reclamation continues, in one day it will be time to dig tree pits and plant the wild persimmon trees we brought back.
Zhao Liya asked Bai Lizheng to lead them to find good persimmon trees and tie them with red strings to indicate their selection. When the wild persimmon trees were well planted and viable, they would take branches from the selected persimmon trees for grafting.
Zhao Liya was not only looking for grafted branches in Baijia Village. She also found out about persimmon trees in other villages with particularly large and sweet fruits.
You can't just take things from other villages for free. You can just buy them with money. They are just persimmon branches. Someone will buy them for a penny a branch. The money will be paid by the villagers themselves.
After the persimmons are planted, how they distribute the huge persimmon forest in their village is also their own business. Zhao Liya can finally see that the villages are very united and they have their own way of dividing the distribution, so outsiders don't need to worry about it.
The news that Baijia Village was going to open up wasteland to plant persimmons soon spread.
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned: This Zhao family is amazing! Who is the big boss behind it? After doing so many things, he must have made all the money.
After three or four days of busy work, basically everything was sorted out, including clearing wasteland, digging pits, digging wild persimmon trees and transplanting them. The villagers of Baijia Village were proceeding in an orderly manner.
Grafting still has to wait a few days for the transplanted wild persimmon trees to become viable before starting. Once this work begins, even if the tens of thousands of acres of persimmon forests cannot be planted this year, there will definitely be a lot of them.
This is a technical job. Zhao Liya feels that there are not many people in Baijia Village who can learn it quickly. Basically, she, Hu Ling, Yu Xiaofang, Qu Yutao and others have to rely on them. Once they get busy, it will be
It's going to be really busy.
Take advantage of these few days to rest.
Seeing that she and Hu Ling were so busy going out early and coming home late every day, Mrs. Deng felt extremely distressed and agreed to take a rest at home.
"I have lost weight. Let's simmer more nutritious soup these days to replenish my body."
"No!"
Widow Qu and Aunt Li Shiyi both agreed.
So Shu Yan showed off her skills again, and the fragrance wafted out of the kitchen every day, making the children who passed by the door cry.
When Zhao Liya, Hu Ling and others rested at home for two or three days, Zhou Hansheng came that evening.
It was already dark when Zhou Hansheng arrived at Zhao's house. When the six masters and servants arrived with a child, they were all dusty.
The Zhao family were very happy to see them and hurriedly welcomed them into the house. Those who poured tea poured tea and those who led the horses knew that they must not have had dinner yet. Shu Yan, Aunt Li Shiyi and Widow Qu hurriedly went to the kitchen to cook.
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Zhou Hansheng led a six or seven-year-old boy into the house. Zhao Liya and others were deeply puzzled, "Brother Zhao, this child is-"
Zhou Hansheng hugged the child, "This is my nephew, his name is Zhou Nian. He is seven years old this year. Ah Nian, come on, call someone. This is Uncle Zhao, Aunt Zhao, and Aunt Xiaoya. These are all
Uncle, aunt."
Zhou Nian's eyes were a little dull, as if they had no focus, and he stared blankly ahead, turning a deaf ear to Zhou Hansheng's words.
He was in a daze for a while, then suddenly turned around and threw himself into Zhou Hansheng's arms. His small hands tightly grasped the skirt of Zhou Hansheng's clothes, and his thin body was trembling slightly.
Zhou Hansheng quickly hugged him gently, patted his back gently and comforted him. After a while, Zhou Nian's trembling and thin body slowly returned to calm, but his hands were still holding Zhou Hansheng's tightly.
The skirt of his clothes was still on his body motionless.
Something must have happened to this child, he is so pitiful.
Madam Deng couldn't bear to see anything like this, so she said softly: "This is it."
Zhao Liya originally saw Zhou Hansheng leading a child in affectionately, and her heart was still beating wildly. She was a little nervous, thinking what if it was Zhou Hansheng's son? Although she also knew that this possibility was almost impossible, even if it really was.
It didn't have much to do with me, but I couldn't help but my heart was beating inexplicably.
When she heard Zhou Hansheng say that this was his nephew, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the child's condition, I felt even more sympathy. When his mother asked, he also looked at Zhou Hansheng.
Zhou Hansheng smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Some accidents happened at home. Let's talk to Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao in detail later. I want to keep this child in the Zhao family for a while. I wonder if Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao can help take care of him?
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Mrs. Deng said hurriedly: "Of course, as long as the child is willing. It's so pitiful."
Zhao Liya then smiled and said: "We will think of a way and will take good care of him. Let's not talk about this in front of the children. Sit down quickly and let's eat later."