There is Room For the Poor Daughter - Chapter 82

[Chapter 82, Growing Watermelons]

Early the next morning, under the leadership of Yan Zhiqiang, Daohua and Mrs. Yan set off for the newly purchased Zhuangzi.

Yan Wenxiu and other boys want to study, but they can’t do it. As for the three of Yan Yihuan, because Mrs. Li wanted to stay to see the matchmaker, the old lady couldn’t take care of so many people by herself, so they didn’t go.

Mrs. Sun did have time, but she grew up in the countryside and was used to farm work, so she was not interested in Zhuangzi at all. If she had the time to go to Zhuangzi, she might as well think about how to dress.

Mrs. Wu wanted to take care of Yan Wenhui, and she found out she was pregnant a month ago. Although she wanted to go to Zhuangzi to have a look, she was worried that the bumping of the carriage would inflate her tires, so she didn’t follow her.

Zhuangzi was just outside the state city, and he arrived in less than an hour.

Yan Zhiqiang first took Mrs. Yan and Daohua to Dazhuangzi.

When they arrived at Zhuangzi, Mrs. Yan followed Yan Zhiqiang to meet the tenants, while Daohua took Wang Maner to see the fields.

Around noon, Daohua returned to Zhuangzi.

Seeing the sweat dripping from Daohua’s forehead, Mrs. Yan immediately called her to her and wiped off her sweat with a handkerchief: “Although it’s already April, the weather is still a bit cold, so I went out for a run. Don’t catch a cold.” Daohua replied with a

smile, and then said: “Grandmother, I took a look, and the fields in our village are not bad, and the soil is quite fertile.” The

old lady Yan laughed angrily: ” Your third uncle is an old hand at planting crops, so how could he be wrong when he came to see it in person?”

Dao Hua hurriedly shook his head: “I didn’t mean that, I just wanted to say that the farmer that your third uncle picked is really good.” After finishing speaking, he smiled and raised two thumbs up to Yan Zhiqiang who was beside him.

Yan Zhiqiang shook his head and smiled, then sighed: “We bought this Zhuangzi too late. I originally planned to use our own grain seeds, but unfortunately, the spring seeds have already been sown.”

Daohua: “Grandmother, third uncle, I just took a look and found that many dry lands are still vacant. Didn’t I save watermelon seeds last year? Let’s use those lands to grow watermelons!” After the

Yan family came to Xingzhou, they used There are more places for money. She has seen Mrs. Li sighing at the account book several times, and she has also met Ping Tong carrying Mrs. Li’s dowry jewelry out, probably to pawn.

Watermelon was a relatively rare fruit in ancient times, and its selling price was relatively high. After harvesting, it could also alleviate the imbalance of Yan’s family’s income and expenditure, and my uncle’s family had sales outlets in the provincial government, so they didn’t worry about not being able to sell it.

Yan Zhiqiang hesitated: “Is it too late to plant now?” Daohua

: “No, we planted ten days late, no problem.” Those watermelon seeds were watermelons planted in the space There is absolutely no problem with the quality.

Yan Zhiqiang couldn’t make up his mind and looked at Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yan thought of the two acres of lush watermelon field last year, she was silent for a moment, and said: “Plant!”

Although the eldest daughter-in-law of the Yan family is now in charge, she still has a general understanding of the Yan family’s financial situation. Over the years, the family has been supported by the eldest daughter-in-law’s dowry.

Now that the children are growing up day by day, they need money for weddings and dowries, and if they don’t try to save some money, it will be hard to say about the marriage of their grandchildren in the future.

Seeing that the old lady had made a decision, Yan Zhiqiang stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, in his mind, he would do what the old lady said.

Afterwards, Mrs. Yan and the others had lunch in the Zhuangzi, and went to Daohua’s Xiaozhuangzi in the afternoon.

The former Dazhuangzi belonged to the Yan family, and Daohua couldn’t make up his mind to make a decision, but Xiaozhuangzi belonged to her, so after turning Zhuangzi around, Daohua immediately called the Zhuangtou.

Zhuangtou is a dark uncle in his forties, he looks quite honest and honest, but from his behavior and demeanor who proactively reported the situation in Zhuangzi to Old Madam Yan, it can be seen that he is quite shrewd.

Especially, he didn’t make any perfunctory to Daohua, who was only 9 years old. No matter what Daohua asked, he answered in detail.

Daohua: “Uncle Zheng, how much vacant land is there in the village now?”

Zheng Xinghe, the head of the village, dared not hide the slightest bit: “As for Miss, the tenants are very diligent, and now there are only 20 acres of land left unplanted. But girl, don’t worry, I’ll tell the tenants later, let them plant the land as soon as possible, so as not to miss the spring plowing.”

Daohua: “No, I have other uses for the twenty acres of land. Wait Later, I will give you a batch of watermelon seeds, and the land will be used to grow watermelons.”

In ancient times, girls were not unmarried, and she was powerless to change this. The Yan family had too many children and their family background was too weak. To live better in her husband’s house in the future, she should save some dowry for herself.   Zheng

Zhuangtou looked embarrassed, hesitated for a while and said: “Girl, watermelon is a precious thing. Neither I nor the tenants know how to grow it!

”

Zhuangtou looked startled, he found out clearly that Zhuangzi’s new owner is the Zhizhou family who just came to Xingzhou to take office, and the girl in front of him must be the young lady of the Zhizhou family.

The official lady also farms?

Zheng Zhuangtou’s expression was so obvious that even Yan Zhiqiang could see his doubts, and said with a smile: “Our Yan family was born in farming, and the children in the family have been dealing with the fields since they were young, and they can do ordinary farm work.”

Hearing this, the expression on Zheng Zhuangtou’s face relaxed a lot. The master’s family understands the things in the field and the hard work of tending the field, so their life will be easier.

Daohua: “Uncle Zheng, I want to use the barren hill behind Zhuangzi to plant medicinal materials and fruit trees. Can you find mature fruit tree seedlings?”

Zheng Zhuangtou nodded: “Shunning Temple on the outskirts of the city has planted many fruit trees. Every year they sell some fruit tree saplings.”

Dao Hua: “Go and buy a batch of saplings, I want every kind of fruit tree, the sooner the better.”

Zheng Zhuang looked at the old lady Yan and Yan Zhiqiang, seeing the two No one spoke, so they nodded in agreement.

After he left, Daohua took old lady Yan’s arm and said, “Grandmother, I took a look and found that Zhuangzi is in good condition. Why don’t we stay here for a few days?”

Seeing that old lady Yan seemed to object, Daohua Hua immediately said: “Grandma, we have already missed the best time for planting spring plowing. If I don’t watch it here, I won’t be at ease. You don’t want the watermelon seeds I have collected so hard to be ruined by tenants who don’t know how to grow them.” Let’s go.”

Old lady Yan still hesitated: “If you don’t go back, your parents should be worried.”

Daohua: “What’s the matter, we have third uncle by our side, just send someone back to talk to mother later ”

Mrs. Yan was so worn down by the rice flowers that she went to see the room in the Zhuangzi, and when she saw that it was clean, she nodded in agreement.

(end of this chapter)