The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-Law

Chapter 1534 No Wind, No Waves

Time flies, the autumn harvest seems to have just begun, and it is over in a blink of an eye. The joy of the autumn harvest is gone. After the people pay their taxes, the people feel heavy in their hearts. The harvest has not been good for two consecutive years.

The only happy thing is that last year's production was severely reduced, and this year I am afraid that I will continue to be hungry. Half of the fields are planted with high-yield sweet potatoes.

Zhulan visits Zhuangzi of the orphanage from time to time during the autumn harvest. There is no tax on the fields of the orphanage, and the harvest is stored in the warehouse. The most sweet potatoes and potatoes are harvested.

There are too many sweet potatoes, no matter how careful you are when you dig them out, there will be bad ones. Recently, Zhulan found a woman who can make sweet potato flour and taught the children how to make sweet potato flour.

The weather is getting colder and colder. Zhulan brought the eldest couple to Zhuangzi to see the pigs raised. Boss Zhou didn't want mother to see the pigs because it was too dirty, but mother wanted to see the pigs raised by the children in person, but there was no way , Boss Zhou can only listen to his mother.

When they arrived at Zhuangzi, Boss Zhou supported his mother, "Mother, be careful."

Zhulan, "I heard that the children clean the pigsty every day, um, it doesn't smell good."

Boss Zhou comes here often, and he has the most say, "I clean it every day, the most diligent in summer, and disinfect it every few days, and the excrement will be cleaned out."

"So there is no dirty thing you said."

Boss Zhou choked, "Mother, even if it is cleaned, the pigsty is still dirty."

Zhulan, "We also came from the village."

Boss Zhou muttered, "That's different."

Soon after arriving at the pigsty, Zhulan frowned, ah, the pigs that were carefully raised didn't grow too big, they looked like more than 130 catties, but they didn't even reach 150 catties.

Boss Zhou saw his mother frowning, "Mother, I have raised well, and the pigs in our Zhuangzi are about the same size."

Zhu Lan hummed, "When the weather is cold, kill half of it for charcoal fire, and save the rest to kill and eat slowly. The children have worked hard for a year, and they will nourish their bodies in winter and add some meat."

Boss Zhou wrote down: "Mom, let's go out."

"good."

Mrs. Li interjected, "Now that the temperature has dropped, are chickens still diligent in laying eggs?"

The manager hurriedly replied, "It's pretty hardworking. I can pick up a hundred eggs every day, keep ten for backup every day, and make egg drop soup for the children to drink the rest."

Zhulan nodded, a hundred or so eggs is not bad. The chickens raised by the children died halfway, and a batch was killed in the autumn harvest. Now there are about 200 chickens left. After the autumn harvest, there are fewer insects and no eggs Be diligent.

Zhulan took the eldest couple to watch the children's classes, and went to the cellar to see that it was full of grain, which was the children's future rations.

On the way back to the city, Mrs. Li asked, "Mom, does the orphanage still need to collect food this year?"

Zhulan shook her head, "If the number of children does not increase, there will be enough food. These children are very good at saving food. In spring and summer, they dry vegetables and mountain products. There are a lot of dried fish alone. In addition to the food harvested in autumn, it can not only meet the needs of the eighth year. It’s full and nutritious.”

Mrs. Li, "Eight full is already very remarkable."

Boss Zhou continued: "These children have changed a lot over the past year. After the chickens were able to lay eggs, they didn't stop eating eggs. The boys grew up in stature, and the girls also gained strength."

Zhulan smiled, "They are all good kids, and they study very seriously."

I thought to myself, when I go back to open the warehouse, I will re-bounce some old quilts donated, and try to fill some quilts for the children. The weather is a bit cold this year.

In the household department, Zhou Shuren was very surprised that Ning Xu came to him, "Why is Lord Hou here?"

"Can you bother Zhou Hou on business?"

"No, it's just that you came by accident."

All of Ning Xu's thoughts are on Xia'er, and she is most concerned about Xia'er's physical condition every day, so she is a little flattered to divide her attention to him?

Ning Xu cleared his throat, "I came to find you for a private matter."

"Speaking."

Ning Xu didn't know how to speak, and organized his words for a while, "Hey, my nephew who is not in good health, he begged me for many days in a row, I couldn't bear it in my heart, so I'm just being cheeky.

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Zhou Shuren knew what was going on, and said lightly: "Since you know how thick-skinned you are, why don't you talk about it over tea?"

Ning Xu stopped for a while, and said dryly, "Don't, since I'm here, I have to say a few words even if I'm shameless."

Zhou Shuren didn't even lift his eyelids, and lowered his head to make tea. It's cold, and it's best to drink hot tea to warm up.

Ning Xu sighed in his heart, and he didn't want to take care of it, but there was no other way, he was the only elder in the Ning family who could take care of things, "My niece and daughter-in-law have a lot of thoughts, if I don't think about it, I will ruin my luck. The doctor's words will not last for a few days." If he is alive, this child Ning Ming is also pitiful."

Zhou Shuren raised his hand, "If Ning Ming is pitiful, there is no one in the world who is not pitiful."

Ning Xu twitched the corner of his mouth, "Okay, okay, let's not say he is pitiful, but let's talk about the mother's heart, Yu's heart is not good at all, the heart for the child is true, and when a person is about to die, his words are also kind." Ning Min's marriage is what I miss the most. Let's be honest, if Mrs. Yu wasn't about to die, Mrs. Yu wouldn't dare to think about Master Hou's granddaughter. , the most powerful."

Ning Xu knew what to say to make Zhou Hou tempted.

Zhou Shuren was silent, it's a pity that his family's Yuwen was so lazy that she didn't want to be a housekeeper, she was obviously a very smart girl, but she didn't want to move her mind, she was still lazy at such an age.

Ning Xu continued: "Ning Ming is a good child. He is a loving child and is very responsible. In the future, he will be able to support the family by himself. This child will take care of the house when he was young. The child is really good."

If it wasn't for the good of the child, Ning Zhixiang said Potian, he would not want to intervene too much. To put it bluntly, the two nephews, the eldest nephew Ning Zhiqi, are the most important.

Zhou Shuren pushed the brewed tea, "Drink the tea."

Ning Xu frowned, then relaxed, "Good tea."

"The prince brought it."

"Prince?"

"Um."

The prince wanted to listen to his doubts, and it would be impossible not to send good things. Recently, he received a lot of good things from the prince, made a small fortune, and gave it to his youngest son.

Ning Xu's eyes changed, he drank the tea in silence, and when the tea was finished, Shi Chen was about to leave, "Can Zhou Hou give me the right words?"

Zhou Shuren had a half-smile, "I'll give you an accurate answer once you come here. There's no reason for that. What about the two children? Let's see their fate."

He wouldn't wrong his granddaughter because of outsiders. The Ning family got engaged if they wanted to. There was no reason for that.

When Ning Xu came, he knew that the chances of success were unlikely, "Then I'll go back first."

"Go slowly."

Going home from the Yamen, Zhou Shuren said what Ning Xu meant, Zhu Lan, "Ms. Yu is really persistent."

"She calculated herself."

"Yes, by the way, I heard that the queen is ill, is it true?"

Zhou Shuren frowned, "I will stay in the palace for a while in the next few days, and I haven't heard any news. The emperor looks good, so it should be a rumor."

"No wind, no wave."

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