Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

It was already August 15th that Xie’s family found the little white horse and sent them to Cui Mansion.

Cui Xieyuan thought that Xie Ying was not at home and the Mid-Autumn Festival would pass so often, but he didn't want him to find a live baby to be sent to him. He likes to personally lead the horse into the stable and tie it to his little stallion. This mare was a few months older than his little white horse. When she arrived at the new stable, she didn't recognize her birth. She sprayed two snouts at the original horse and started eating and drinking in the trough.

The little white horse sprayed at it angrily, turned back to bit Cui Xie's clothes corner, and screamed twice, as if he wanted Cui Xie to drive away the foreign horse that occupied its trough for him. It's a pity that the new horse was not another horse, but was sent by its owner, even if it looked awkward, his owner liked it how he liked it.

Cui Xie hugged the stallion’s face, comforted it in a low voice, fed him a piece of rock candy, and coaxed it to stop crying, then turned around and touched the new mare in front of him, and also found out the new one. Animal candy comes to feed it.

The mare calmly stretched out her tongue to lick the candy, and the little stallion was so angry that she hit her owner's waist with her head. But Cui Xie's heart has been taken away by the person who sent the horse away. Seeing the new white horse as if he had seen its owner, he hugged the horse’s neck, rubbed his face against the horse’s forehead, and didn’t look back. He gave the little stallion a hand, purring his mane perfunctorily.

At this time, Mr. Ruolu pointed to the horse and asked him to write a poem. He might be able to make a good poem that was not inferior to Xu Zunsheng in the early days of the country, "The white horse was brought by Zhu Yan to the Imperial Front". It's a pity that Mr. Lu went out to have a drink with people and couldn't urge him to study. Cui Xie looked at the horse like Xie Ying. He held the horse's neck and fed candy and was satisfied, and he had missed the chance to be a poet.

However, he did not stay in the stables for too long. The two Zhuangzi Zhuangzi in Jingcheng and Qian'an brought their family members and households, waiting to see him.

They all arrived two days ago, because he was busy with homework, and he had to study makeup, and he didn't have the energy to arrange the affairs of the village, so he waited in the house. It is rare for him to take a rest today, and the two villagers asked to see him together and asked him to look at this year's account books and arrange affairs after the autumn.

Cui Xie went to the main hall to hear what was going on. Cui Liangdong handed the account books of the two villagers and the Mid-Autumn Festival gift list to him, and stood and introduced: "This is Cui Zhuangtou from Changping Zhuangzi, this is Jiaxiangtun. Liu Zhuangtou..." After a pause, he said, "Liu Zhuangtou is the family who married his wife and is most loyal to the son."

When the two villagers reported their names, they were about to kowtow to Cui Xie. He gave Cui Liangdong a quick wink, told him to stop the two, and said, "Don't salute, just talk about business."

The head of Cui Zhuang in Changping was particularly anxious, because his Zhuangzi produced cotton, and it was time to rush to harvest, so he wanted to go back and stare. But the Qian'an hometown only grows wheat. At this time, all the summer grains that should be harvested are harvested, and there is no need to grow the second crop. The newly raised Liu Zhuangtou wished to live in Cui's house, so he looked at Cui Xie more.

The head of Cui Zhuang rushed to talk about the rice harvest, and he mentioned the cotton, fruit trees and mulberry trees planted on the village, and reported the account, so that he could go back to grab the harvest. While listening to Cui Xie, he held the account book from previous years and saw that the rice harvest was not very large. Only one acre of land would cost more than one stone, which is more than one hundred catties. According to Jin Kela’s advertisement, "Rice yields one per mu. Qianba" simply goodbye, couldn't help but shook his head.

Although he didn't say a word, Cui Zhuangtou had seen the unsatisfactory meaning in his eyes clearly.

Cui Zhuang gritted his teeth anxiously: "The small ones dare not say that they will take care of the crops. But after all, the paddy fields in northern Zhili are not as good as the ones in the south that can be planted twice a year. They can yield more than one acre of land and one stone. That's a lot. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone else's family. Although our family is not the very top class, it is not the one who receives less!"

Liu Zhuangtou also echoed in a low voice: "This year's weather is drought. Our good land in Linhe is a bit dry. We have to point the tenants every day to pick water and irrigate the land. That rice is harder to serve than wheat..."

Cui Xie shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you two, I am not saying that I am dissatisfied with the harvest. When the master was at home, it was almost the same harvest. Now that his old man goes out to take office, you can work with peace of mind. I am very satisfied. I just thought about plotting a few acres of land on the village and finding someone to build a factory, but I don’t know where to build it."

Open house? Room?

Cui Liangdong was also puzzled and asked for them: "The son meant to build a roofless house?"

Of course not. He just wanted to build a factory in Changping that could steam flower water.

Cui Xie gave a light cough, shook his head and said, "It's the kind of house with a big drying yard—the ground needs to be leveled, enough to make things out of the sun; the house should be wide enough to accommodate a hundred people at the same time. For work, there must be a cellar."

The deeper the cellar, the lower the temperature, so there is no need to put too much ice when storing and aging the flower water.

Cui Liangdong's eyes lit up and he looked at him and asked, "Is the son going to set up a bookshop for our family?"

Cui Xie laughed "Heh", "We don't have a craftsman who can color printing. What do I do with a bookstore. I want to build a place for Xiaoliang to make flower water and find someone to plant a few acres of flower fields. In the future, our family will not only make flower water and soap, but the ink pens made by your brother Xiao Shen will also be useful. Can't they all be crowded in the shop and my courtyard?"

Head Cui Zhuang took a peek at Cui Liangdong, and said bitterly, "But our family is all a good paddy field. If you want to fill it to build a house and plant flowers, it is really..."

Cui Liangdong said impatiently: "What the son wants to do, you do what you want your wooden head to think about? Can you think of what the son of prison student thinks? Besides, the son didn't ask you to fill the paddy field, not a village. Yard? Are there mulberry fields, cotton fields, and some broken mountains? Where can I not find a place to build a yard!"

After scolding Zhuangtou, he smiled at Cui Xie without relish: "The son sees me right?"

Stop making trouble, a middle-aged man is too ugly to be cute.

Cui Xie couldn't bear to look more, glanced aside, and said to the two sitting below: "I'm counting the past few months, the old goods that our house has only vacated are also worth a thousand dollars, and the net profit is always three or four. Hundred. Isn't the money still on the cabinet? It happened to be used to build two houses—"

Cui Liangdong hurriedly said: "I can't use so much money! It is his own land, and it is cheap to hire people in the country. There is a brick kiln in his own company. Even if he builds a dozen brick houses and encloses two acres of land. Brick wall, it’s fifty or sixty taels when it’s up to the sky! My unsatisfied boy has been in the village for a long time, what can’t, and recently went to the kiln every day to run, tell him to stare at the building, so that he can build it. Reliable!"

Cui Zhuang looked at his style of licking and licking, and he also understood the majesty of Cui Xie at home. He stopped talking about disapproval, and muttered in a low voice: "The little one dare not interfere with the big son. It’s just a matter of wanting to go wrong for a while, for fear of ruining it."

Yes, why don't we have hybrid rice and chemical fertilizers in this era? We can only increase our income by buying more farmland.

Cui Xie glanced at him with understanding: "People who farm the fields naturally cherish the fields. We Cui family cultivated and studied heirlooms for generations. Land is the foundation of our lives. I also cherish the land and dare not occupy farmland."

Speaking of it, he patronized the construction of his own pure dew factory, but forgot to care about the land issue that farmers value most. This people's work is not doing well. He secretly reflected in his heart and asked kindly: "Is our home far away from the water source? Is there enough water? The most important thing for farming is water and fertilizer. If there is not enough water, I think I want to squeeze some money. We should dig a well. , It’s time to build a water tanker..."

The two villagers were flattered and asked: "Do you really give us money to dig a well and build a waterwheel? If you want to build a larger keel waterwheel, you will need dozens of taels larger than wood. It is not easy to build! "

Cui Xie, however, incited the audience at the Chinese Valentine’s Day Gala to swipe the tickets and pay a thousand pennies in the account. How could he put this little money in his eyes, smile faintly, and said: "Food and land are the foundation of the people. Even if the family is embarrassed, if you can squeeze out some money, you should be able to manage the land. People around our village have been asked to buy more land. It is not convenient to buy more land, but we have to cultivate intensively and produce more grain."

The upper half of Changping Zhuangzi is a paddy field, and water is the lifeblood. To catch up with the drought, the water level is low. The whole village has to pick water from the river to irrigate the land, and even this will lead to poor harvest. If there is a keel cart pumping water from the river, you will not be afraid of a small drought. The water drawn will be able to drench their hectares and still have a good harvest!

His eyelids doubled with excitement, and he nodded again and again: "When the little one goes home, he will explain to the tenants and family members of Bai Gongzi's grace, asking them to do good work for the son, and help Xiaoliang to build an open and bright compound as soon as possible. house!"

Liu Zhuangtou also stared at Cui Xie nicely, with more complicated meanings in his eyes.

Cui Xie saw that he had something to tell himself, and guessed that he was going to talk about Liu's family, but he didn't immediately ask him, but said the business first: "I want to build a big yard in my hometown, but not People have to steam the flower water, but boil the alkali block."

Alkali?

The earth alkali sold out?

Their son, a good scholar, how did he think of making such crude things for cooking and washing clothes?

Liu Zhuangtou could not understand for a while, Cui Xie said with a smile: "The Zhuangzi from his hometown has little income, and it is far away. It is rare to go to Beijing several times a year. I am not good to call you over at will. I think the Zhuangzi has to Make something that we can use at home and in the store. If you make something, send it to Beijing. You can also make a few more trips. It's not a waste of time on the road..."

His smile gradually faded, and he glanced at Liu Zhuangtou: "Not to mention that there are many things that can make money on Zhuangzi, and your life will be easier."

Liu Zhuang's head and throat were blocked, and he said, "My son, we are getting used to that too...now it is much better than before!" Now the married couple from the Xu family and many elderly people from the Cui family are leaving. Now, he has become the head of the bank, and their lives from the Liu family are getting better.

Seeing that he was very sentimental, Cui Xie gave Cui Liangdong a wink and told him to take Cui Zhuangtou and leave, leaving Liu Zhuangtou alone.

Liu Zhuangtou sat on the chair slowly, and then he said, his voice was still a little dull: "The son... I didn't think the son was still thinking about us... Last year in the Qing Ming Dynasty I saw the son's filial piety when I cultivated the grave for his wife, except Son, who else is worried about our wife..."

Cui Xie really didn't think about them when they were in Qian'an. Although he also went to the grave at that time, because he didn't want to deal with the dowry brought by Mrs. Xu, he never went to Jiaxiangtun. Even after he took charge of the family, he didn’t promote the Liu family to accompany the room, but after he became the family, the subordinates would naturally treat his mother’s people better, in order to please him——

Liu Zhuangtou took control of Zhuangzi logically, and later when Cui Mansion wanted to pick a girl, the Liu family would also be the first choice.

He sighed slightly and said softly, "You have worked hard all these years. No one cares about anyone in the way the family was at the beginning, so it doesn’t need to be said. Now I take charge of the family’s affairs and can do a little You find something to do."

When he made soap, he thought about using soda ash to make pancreas. Before, he only made a plan and has not implemented it. Now he has the money and the time to do this: "The Cui's rouge shop sells soap, bath beans and For the pancreas, the pancreas must be cleaned with good alkali, but the market is not clean enough, so I want to ask you to arrange for people to refine the alkali. The practitioners can also make up for them, otherwise they only rely on farming. What life can you live?"

Liu Zhuangtou sighed: "Our family members and the tenants in the fields should have worked for the master. What kind of money do we need? This is what we should do. The son has taken good care of us. We dare not ask for those. !"

Cui Xie said: "This is not easy. You have to alkalize the bought, clear off the dregs, filter out the fine dust, filter it over and over until it is like clean water, and then boil it into chunks, so that it can be incorporated into the pancreas. Let's You also need to eat clean and good alkali at home, and you also need to wash clothes. You can't get it by filtering it once. After two months, it will be cold again. You have to give you some hard money..."

Liu Zhuangtou was about to stand up and salute again. Cui Xie first took a long time to hold him, holding him with one hand, and pressing such a world-renowned villager could not stand up.

Liu Zhuang bent his head and bowed his head and bowed in a chair. He said with joy and sentiment: "The strength of the son is almost like us...just like our uncle. When the girl first got married, he was like this. With this kind of strength, pressing down on a person, it is pressed down like a hill."

It's no wonder that this body learns martial arts so quickly, it turns out to be from family school!

Cui Xie quietly touched his biceps, and asked curiously: "You are talking about my elder uncle? What kind of person is he? Does he give birth to a hero?"

Liu Zhuangtou recalled, his face was full of nostalgia: "The uncle is eight feet long and he has tendons in his body. He was born a heroic man and made good marksmanship. When we were guarding at Taoyuankou, Fucheng, I don’t know how many people are chasing after us to get married with our uncle!"

Cui Xie couldn't help but feel a little fascinated: "Is this a hero who is eight feet long? Then I will..." If he can grow so tall and powerful, the princess can hug Xie Ying and lift him to the horse. He straddles the back, and leads him around on horseback?

His thoughts were surging, and it took a long time before he thought of Liu Zhuangtou, but fortunately, the other party was also in a daze and didn't notice his gaffe.

He knocked on the table lightly, hooked back to Liu Zhuang’s soul, and said, “I’m just about to bring something to my grandparents’ family, and the two families will move around again to kiss each other. Which of the people you brought is reliable? They run a trip for me. If they fail, you can run a trip yourself and help me deliver the things."

Liu Zhuang head suddenly raised his head, and asked silently, "I, can we go to Yulin?"

Yes, the current Cui family is not the original Cui family anymore. The Cui family is gone, and the Xu family's successor is also gone. The Cui family's real master is the little son of their girl!

Liu Zhuang looked up at Cui Xie, with tears in his eyes: "The little one is willing to go, and the little one is the son of Liu's family from the ancestors. There is no more suitable home than the little one."

It is great that you are familiar with the Liu family!

Cui Xie showed him a pure smile, took a wooden board and a sharpened pencil from the wall, spread paper on the wooden board, raised Erlang's legs to support the board and said, "Then you tell me about the grandfather’s The age, appearance, temperament and hobbies of the relatives...I have never seen them before. You can say more so I can write to them carefully."