Chapter 2 Wanting to Be a Local Landlord

"Woooooooo..."

When the rooster crowed for the second time, Ergouzi had already climbed out of bed at dawn.

After taking a look at the three pairs of new straw sandals on the wall, I reluctantly took off one pair and put them on my feet.

Although the materials used to make straw sandals are not expensive, they are time-consuming.

He stayed up late to make up the three pairs of shoes on the wall, and planned to take them to the town and sell them for money when he was free.

He is 13 years old this year, and it is not a problem to live under someone else's roof. Every day he lives a humbler life than a dog, works more than a cow, and eats worse than a pig.

My biggest dream these years is to save some capital and rent a few acres of thin farmland to start my own business.

But when tenants also need costs, they must first purchase farm tools and seeds, which require a lot of money.

Secondly, you must have a good relationship with the landlord. Otherwise, if there are so many poor people in the world, their land may not be rented to you.

Ergouzi put on his shoes, grabbed a handful of straw from the bed and stuffed it into his clothes. If the clothes were not enough, he would use straw to make up for it.

"Huh?"

At this moment, he actually saw a touch of green among the straw.

Looking carefully under the weak light, a shriveled seed mixed in the straw actually sprouted, and two or three-thirds of buds grew out.

What is going on?

In this winter, all the green leaves are frozen to death, let alone the seeds sprouting.

When I touched the straw with my hand, it seemed a little moist.

Er Gouzi thought for a long time. He was drinking water while holding a small gourd last night and seemed to have spilled some water. He didn't pay much attention at the time.

Could it be that after the stream water was put into the gourd, it began to have some kind of magical effect?

Thinking of this, he hid the sprouted seed in an inconspicuous place behind the bed, and poured some water from the gourd on it.

Then he rummaged through the straw again, trying to find a few more seeds.

He had already eaten all the seeds he could find, and in the end he only found three shriveled grains of rice.

Put these three shriveled rice grains behind the bed and pour some water on them.

"Er Gouzi! The sun has burned your buttocks, and you're still lying dead..."

During the moment Er Gouzi was delayed in the room, his aunt was already scolding him outside.

I could only stuff the yellow-skinned gourd into my cotton-padded clothes and quickly walk out of the room. It was not very bright outside.

Ergouzi had to get up early every day to cook pig food and help his cousin boil face water.

The uncle's family consists of two adults and three children, a total of five people.

My cousin's name is Zhang Youliang, who is older than me. He has practiced martial arts in the Zhengwu Hall of the county town for many years. He can eat ten kilograms of meat in one meal, kill a cow with one punch, and jump five or six feet high with one bound.

My cousin Zhang Youxin is slightly younger than me and studies with my husband in a private school.

I couldn't read a basket of characters, so I learned some of the bad habits of scholars. In cold weather, I have to wash my face every morning. What's the point of washing my face?

The sun is shining on my butt, and I haven’t gotten up yet. I bother myself every day to boil hot water for him to wash his face.

Since childhood, the two brothers have always enjoyed beating and scolding Ergouzi.

Zhang Youxin's favorite entertainment activity is to let Ergouzi crawl on the ground. He rides on his back and yells, thinking that he is a general.

There is also a cousin who is only seven years old. She is the only one in the uncle's family who has retained her humanity. She keeps half a bowl of cold porridge on the table every day for herself.

However, because she is a girl, she does not have much status in her uncle's family, and is often scolded by her aunt as a loser.

Ergouzi sat by the earthen stove and made a fire, cooking pig food and boiling water for washing his face.

At the same time, he put his hands and feet covered with frostbite to the fire to bake. After the frostbite was heated, it looked like there were thousands of insects crawling inside.

I kept rubbing my hands on the frostbite. It was extremely itchy and itchy to the bone marrow, but it was also very refreshing and comfortable.

"Momojiji, why don't you go feed the pigs quickly? How much firewood will be wasted if you keep burning for so long!"

Auntie was about to make breakfast, so she kicked Ergouzi away with curses.

"Eat my food, drink my food, and waste my firewood..."

Amid his aunt's scolding, Er Gouzi walked towards the pig pen carrying the pig food.

In order to prevent Er Gouzi from stealing food, Auntie cooked both morning and evening meals by herself, not giving Er Gouzi a chance to do anything.

So Ergouzi could only stretch out his black hand towards the pig food, walked to the door of the pig pen, looked at no one around, grabbed a large ball of pig food and stuffed it into his mouth, it was so hot that he stared.

I also picked a ball of pig food with a lot of rice, kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it into my cotton coat.

Pig food is mainly made of sun-dried pig grass, which must be soaked in water and boiled until soft before feeding.

This big black pig in the pig pen has been raised for two years and now weighs at least seventy or eighty pounds. It is still slightly fatter than Ergouzi.

The uncle planned to kill the pig this year to celebrate the New Year, so he specially ordered some rice and rice bran to be added to the pig during this period.

Most of the added rice went into Er Gouzi's mouth.

The black pig didn't know until his death that he had been eating grass for two years and that his last meal had been stolen by others.

Therefore, it is difficult to guard against domestic thieves.

After feeding the pigs and eating some leftovers, we had to go into the mountains to collect firewood.

Since the autumn harvest, he has been walking around the mountains every day, and there is always endless work to do.

As long as he works harder, there will be an extra piece of meat in his cousin's bowl and an extra pen in his cousin's schoolbag.

However, since he got the yellow-skinned gourd and his discovery this morning, he has more room for imagination about his future.

In the past, his dream was to save money to rent land and become a tenant. If he could marry a wife with a thick waist and a big butt, his life would be worth it.

But now, being a tenant could no longer satisfy his ambition, and he felt that he should be able to become a landlord.

Just like Huang Laocai, the richest man in the village, who owns hundreds of acres of land, has five wives, has ten sons, and eats meat every three or five days.

Er Gouzi was immersed in hysteria, and unknowingly, his steps today were much faster, and the cold wind was not so cold.

In the next few days, four rice seedlings grew in the small room where Er Gouzi slept.

This crop should only grow in paddy fields in spring and must enjoy the sunshine.

It survived unreasonably and grew well.

In just a few days, it was already one foot high.

He roughly estimated that the growth rate should be about ten times that of ordinary rice seedlings.

In order to prevent his aunt's family from discovering the rice seedlings in the room, he has been very diligent these days, picking up dog shit outside every day, making Huang Laocai's dog almost unable to defecate.

Picking up dog shit will inevitably get some on his body, making his body and the room where he sleeps smell bad.

Now when his aunt scolded him, she would stand far away, and would not go into his smelly room.

Seeing that these seedlings were growing well, he wondered whether he should expand the scale again?

Plant more now. With the growth rate of the seedlings, maybe he could save up the capital in the spring of next year.

Yesterday, his aunt asked him to pound rice. When his aunt was not paying attention, he stole a handful of unshelled millet.

It is impossible to plant so many seeds in the room.

Since the gourd can make the seedlings grow in a dark and cold room, he wants to try planting them in the mountains this time.

Now it is snowy outside, and few people go up the mountain.

Er Gouzi went around the mountain for several times and finally cleared a small piece of land in a remote place.

This place is very remote. After sweeping away the snow, it is all broken stones and there is not much soil underground.

I don’t know if it can be planted. Plant it first and pour some water from the gourd. I hope the gourd can create a miracle.

The next morning, he went into the mountain to check.

Those rice seeds actually sprouted in this icy and snowy land and piles of rocks.

In the next few days, Er Gouzi went into the mountains every day to water the rice seedlings with the water in the gourd.

In a few days, they grew to more than one foot high.

In the icy and snowy land, a vibrant rice seedling grew. The gourd can really create miracles.

And the four rice seedlings in his room are now beginning to grow thick ears.

At this rate, they can be harvested in two days.

Everything is going in a good direction.

After the New Year, I must find a way to rent a few acres of thin land.

Seeing the good growth of the rice seedlings, Er Gouzi secretly made up his mind.

At the same time, he poured water into the yellow gourd whenever he had time these days, but he could never fill it up, and he didn't know how much this gourd could hold.

And no matter how much water he put in, the weight of the yellow gourd never changed.

He also tested that using thoughts can not only make the gourd smaller, but also make it bigger.

At its smallest size, he can make the yellow gourd the same size as hair, and it is not known how big it can be at its largest size.

Although he can change the size of the gourd with just a thought, it consumes a lot of energy. He has to rest for a day or two after changing it three times in a row.

It is okay to make it smaller, but if it becomes too big and cannot be taken back, it will not be hidden.