I rewrote family history

Chapter 28 Drenching and Kicking Dendrobium
"Uncle, I can read books. Even if you cut the wheat, Dad sent me to do nothing. You don't need to worry about me."

The young master put the illustrated novel on his lap, looked up at Xu San'er, and then stared at the book on his lap again.

Xu Er, who was following Xu San'er, took a sneak peek.

The illustrator in the young master's hands should be a simplified version of the Red Mansion. A few black lines outline a slender and quaint girl with a lily bun, lightly raised bare hands, and a small flower basket hooked on the fingertips.Backed by several jagged high rocks, it is a rockery.There is a signature next to it, stating the content of the illustration, and Daiyu buried the flowers.

"It should be a lithograph."

Xu Erlian has been to school and knows a thing or two.

The lithography technology was introduced by foreigners, and it is said that it was invented by the Germans. There are very few bookstores selling lithography in the county.Lithographic books are ink printed books, which are about half the price of ancient books printed in ink.However, the lithograph is better than the strokes at the time of printing, which are clear, exquisite and elegant.Especially for graphic novels, lithographs are more popular.

The Red Chamber is a famous book. Although he has never read it, he still knows the names of several characters.This knowledge has been mentioned in the Chinese class.

Before Xu Er's idiot could think any deeper, Xu San'er broke his reverie, "Master, the rules are the rules. The master sent you to supervise the cutting. If the grain is missing and the master asks, what should I do?"

"I have been a tenant and long-term worker for so many years, and I have satisfied my boss. I can't ruin my reputation."

These words are a bit fussy, and it is easy to hurt people.The boss is a kind-hearted boss, and the young master is a kind-hearted young master.However, things about food should not be sloppy.

……

"Grandpa, I don't think what Grandpa Gao said is appropriate." Xu Qing shook her head, she is a girl, and her mind is much more sensitive, "You said earlier that the young master and you are friends, but the young master guessed that it was because of you that you didn't say that. It’s better to go to supervise the cutting, when Grandfather Gao said that, it made him embarrassed.”

"Besides, what's the point of supervising cutting? You can steal a few handfuls of millet."

She didn't understand.

"You're wrong." Xu Cong chose his words carefully. He and Xu Erlian went to the elementary school together. He had learned the culture in the literacy class in the new era before, and his knowledge level has improved a lot. He wanted to use the appropriate language. Explain, "Some tenants are also cunning. When harvesting wheat, they deliberately kicked two bundles of wheat sheaves. Five buckets of wheat can be harvested in one mu of land. About one liter. One bucket is equal to ten liters."

"The fallen wheat grains, after harvesting the wheat, then secretly pick it up and take it home, count it as your own profit."

"The wheat harvested from the wheat field is also thick. It's less than two liters per mu. When it's milled in the field, it can't be seen at all, so it has to be cut by someone. I'm afraid I won't be able to tell..."

Wu Hao understands this, but he doesn't understand all of it, "It's the same as the little official's tip kicking Dendrobium."

Many of the books he read mentioned this word.

"Almost." Xu Cong reached out to touch Wu Hao's head, and he fell in love with this feeling. Wu Hao's head resembled Mr.'s, "It's the style of yamen subordinates to go to the countryside to collect grain... .My father, the reason for this is that the boss can tolerate a few liters of grain loss, but he can't."

Wu Hao and Xu Qing seem to have guessed something, but they can't describe it in words.

"The prudence of the poor peasants after being oppressed."

Seeing that the two were silent, Xu Rong added a sentence.

Although she has only attended elementary school, the knowledge she comes into contact with sometimes varies from time to time.In the fiery years, she was fascinated by this.

"Grandma, what you said is too ironic."

Xu Qing looked surprised.

She is a college student, even though she did not express her superiority in her words, in fact, she is confident in her academic qualifications when she acts and does things.However, at this moment, the aunt who only graduated from elementary school said more appropriate words than her.Her "arrogance" has inadvertently decreased a lot.

……

Xu Er stunned did not understand Xu Rong's words.

He hadn't heard such words.

The sun was hot and dappled from the broad branches of the elms.The chirping of the cicadas was slightly harsh, and the leaves of the weeds on the ridge of the ground were also a little shriveled, exuding a grassy fragrance.

The gray-white fox sticks out its long pink tongue, which also dissipates heat.

The young master said "Yes", with a trace of impatience on his face, he frowned, "Uncle, go and cut the wheat, I'm watching, staring at them."

They refer to day laborers.

"Brother Erleng..."

He yelled, wanting to share the illustration of the Red Chamber in his hand, but then stopped, feeling a bit inappropriate.Xu Cong asked for leave and went home to harvest wheat, so he couldn't be free.

Xu Shuwen shook his head and sighed, and continued to read.

It stands to reason that both he and Xu Erlianzi have studied, so the relationship should be closer.But for some reason, this relationship is not as good as it used to be, on the contrary, I don't know how much life is divided.

But he also knew Xu San'er's loyalty, and with Xu San'er, a long-term worker, taking care of the short-term workers, there would be no major mistakes.What should be stubborn, he consciously let some.

There are a lot of day laborers who steal, rape and play tricks, otherwise they will almost always find a master's family and become a long-term laborer.Long-term workers are paid much better than short-term workers.

The father and son got off the wheat field, waved the sickle, sweated, and began to cut the wheat.

The villagers are all veterans, whether they are long-term workers or short-term workers.A piece of dry sloping land, about [-] acres of land, was harvested from noon, and it took an hour and a half to harvest.

The sheaves are carried to the field, waiting to be crushed.

Xu Shuwen went home on Sunday to supervise the cutting, and left on Sunday.In fact, it has been four or five days since Xu Er Lengzi cut the wheat.

After Sunday, that is Monday.When it came to Tuesday, Fire Day.Xu Er Lengzi came to the school with a small bag of ground flour on his back.

After the morning class, Xu Erlian picked up the grain bag and followed the steps of his husband into the lecturer's apartment.

"you……"

Inside the door, Liu Changda was standing, looking at the cloth bag in the young man's hand, his eyes were soft, "Sit down, don't worry, I'll make up lessons for you, so you don't miss anything."

The young man was still a head lower than him, and he seemed to be half-assed, in the past half a year.The sunlight shone into the house, and the slanted back of him standing at the door covered the boy's top slightly.

He saw the boy and thought of himself at the same age.At that time, he got on the train from Nagasaki to Kyushu Island. He was sitting in a lower-class car, holding a copy of "Oriental Kingdom Records" written by Huang Zunxian (Huang Zunxian's character Gongdu) in his hand, and he was boarding the train. The shamisen and bongos played by the geisha, and from time to time, vendors in suits and leather shoes get on the bus...

"Oriental Kingdom Chronicles" written by Huang Gongdu is a reference book for students studying in Japan.

The Commercial Press of Shanghai Stock Market sells them.

Liu Changda didn't know why he remembered that moment.

Obviously a different scene.

"Yes, sir." Xu Er obediently put down the grain bag, he pulled over the straight-backed chair in the corner, and sat down, his eyes were full of bewilderment and a hint of longing for the future.

　The writing is too slow, basically a chapter in two hours, with deletions, deletions and revisions.

　　Well, the remaining chapter should be written around one o'clock in the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)