The worst time travel, surviving seven years of famine

The old man was very happy.

"Okay, this is a good thing. An'er, take it quickly, don't let your brother down. Hurry up, it's not like you're a virgin getting married - it's your first time, why are you so embarrassed!" After hearing about the effect of the medicine, Mrs. Gu was so happy that she smiled and quickly persuaded her second son to take it.

But Gu Changping wanted to hide his head under the table at this time, and he refused to take it no matter how Mrs. Gu persuaded him. Old Lady Gu had no choice but to persuade Li again, saying, "Second daughter-in-law, if your husband refuses to take it, you should take it. This thing is good. Give birth to a big fat boy next year, and let your sister-in-law from your mother's side take a good look. You are not incapable of giving birth to a son."

Although Li is the mother of two children, she is still embarrassed at this moment. Although they are all her family members, there are children present. Moreover, Gu Liang showed his big teeth, and his mother covered his ears, but his mouth was not covered, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

Li could only continue helplessly, and said coquettishly: "Mom, next time don't do this in front of the children..."

"Okay, okay, take it quickly." Seeing that Li was willing to take it, Mrs. Gu was relieved, and turned to Gu Boxi and said: "It seems that my youngest son has really made progress. He can make this kind of medicine."

"Mom, I just helped the master to make it. This medicine is mainly made by the Taoist priest. If I made it myself, I would not dare to give it to my second brother!" Gu Boxi said with a smile. He felt that his family didn't care about this. It was good for him to help his family by studying medicine. He seemed to remember something, and hurriedly reminded his second brother and second sister-in-law: "Sister-in-law, you can drink a little wine when taking this pill. This wine can stimulate the medicinal effect and help yang."

"Uncle, what did you just say?" After listening to Gu Boxi's words, Gu Liang seemed to be enlightened, and the previous worry about the accumulation of too much haze of Bawangzui was swept away.

"This medicine was made by my master, what's wrong with that?"

"Tell me the next sentence."

"Isn't it just asking my brother to drink some wine after taking the medicine? What's wrong with that? Wine is aphrodisiac, nephew, you know that too."

"Yes, yes, yes, that's what I want. Damn it, why didn't I think of this sentence earlier? I almost missed this golden opportunity."

Gu Liang slapped his thigh. This is really like seeing the moon after the clouds have been cleared, and not knowing the mountain when you are in the mountain!

From ancient times to the present, which man can buy things with a sentence that this thing is aphrodisiac? The rich eat sheep kidneys, the poor cut leeks, the knowledgeable use epimedium and Cistanche deserticola, and the followers drink silkworm feces wine.

Gu Liang's call made the whole family confused. What's wrong with this wine being able to stimulate the medicinal properties? Although his family lacks everything except wine, one person can't drink much, right?

However, in the face of everyone's doubts, Gu Liang did not explain, just let everyone continue to eat.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the beginning of the autumn harvest, and Gu Boxi came back for this matter. With the help of Gu Boxi, plus the ox cart transportation, the Gu family was originally going to be easier than last year.

However, this year, the labor-intensive work of making wine has been added, and the Gu family is very busy. Old Man Gu originally wanted to suspend the work of brewing wine. After all, food is the first necessity of the people. Since the grain has been planted, it should be harvested meticulously.

However, Gu Liang certainly disagreed. After all, there are so many fields in his family. After paying the grain tax, the grain left is not enough for the fraction of his house. And Gu Liang now has a way to sell wine. It is the time when wine is needed. How can the output not be supplied!

The two sides had a conflict, and neither side gave in. On weekdays, Gu Liang had the final say in many major matters at home, but the rush to harvest grain is engraved in the bones of farmers and cannot be changed, so Old Man Gu is so stubborn.

In the end, both sides made concessions. The man went to collect grain, and the woman continued to cook sorghum and dry wine at home.

Gu Laohan was short of manpower to collect grain, so Gu Liang found a few people from the same village to help collect. For various reasons, these people had few fields and many people at home, so they did not need to collect grain urgently, so they could be hired. In fact, it was the most difficult time to hire people. Gu Liang lured them with high salaries and promised to give each person 100 kilograms of old grain after the harvest, which was just enough to solve the problem of Gu's excessive backlog of grain. His family could not even dry it now.

The news that Gu's family hired people to collect grain quickly spread throughout the village. Everyone said that Gu's family had become rich and had become the landlords of their village. They had to hire people to collect grain.

Gu Laohan's ears turned red when he heard this. He wanted to be a landlord all his life, but when others really called him a landlord, he felt bad, as if others were laughing at his family for being lazy.

The harvesting time for all villagers was about the same. During this period, they were so tired that they could not straighten their backs. Finally, there was something to make fun of to relax, and everyone began to make fun of Gu Lao Han.

In the end, someone said, "I am so tired doing this work every year. It is worth living to have a bowl of wine at this time!"

This sentence instantly set off the whole audience, and everyone who was harvesting grain in the fields looked at Gu Lao Han.

Gu Lao Han used to be embarrassed to hear them call him landlord, but after hearing it too much in the past two days, he actually felt proud, as if he really became a landlord. In such a situation, he got excited and immediately said that after finishing the work tonight, he would invite everyone in the village to have a glass of his wine.

Everyone listened and applauded in unison, shouting that the rich man Gu was generous, and the sickle in his hand cut so fast that sparks were about to come out. They all wanted to work harder and have a glass of wine in the evening to relieve the pain in their bodies.

In the atmosphere of the whole village, there was a place that seemed unusually cold. Li Laitou's family was slowly harvesting rice. The old man was weak and the young man was young. Originally, one of them was the main laborer, but he used the excuse that he was blind and couldn't harvest.

The three of them harvested less land in the afternoon than a normal person. When he heard the villagers in the distance calling out "Gu Caizhu" in unison, blind Li Laitou turned his head as if he heard some dirty words, spit on the ground, and said angrily: "What a thing, don't you take a piss and look at it. Your family has less land than the village head, and you dare to call yourself a rich man. Who has ever seen a rich man go to the field to harvest rice?"

Although blind Li Laitou's voice was not small, no one heard it. After all, the nearest person was separated by a field, and even if the person heard it, he didn't want to pay attention to their family.

The sun was setting, and an ox cart slowly drove into the village entrance, and the shadow was getting longer and longer. On weekdays, there was no shortage of people under the big camphor tree at the entrance of the village, but today there was no one, not even the idlest children.

In the distance, there was a crowd of people in the golden field. Those who cut rice, bundled rice, and carried rice had clear division of labor. Even the weak children had a job, following the adults to pick up rice ears. Otherwise, after the rice was bundled in this field, anyone could come in to pick it up, and whoever someone else picked up would be theirs.

The fields were busy but not chaotic. The farming culture that had been passed down for thousands of years made every step orderly.

Gu Liang drove the ox cart home faster. He had to unload the things and empty the ox cart so that the ox cart could continue to pull the rice. This ox cart was "borrowed" by Gu Liang from the old man Gu with great difficulty. The cart was full of Morinda officinalis, Epimedium, Cynomorium songaricum, Donkey X, Dipsacus asper... bought from the drugstores in several nearby towns.