Ugly Peasant Wife: Money Grubber

Zhao Xueying cheered, "weeding, brother Sheng, we're going to weeding."

Her small hand drags Zhao Sheng to run fast, twinkling of an eye can only see two small black spots.

Yang Xinyu was afraid that she pulled out the wild leek as a weed and said, "brother, go with me and tell them which is the weed. Don't pull it wrong."

He Zijun also thought about the leek field and said, "I'll go right now."

A total of 50 mu of land can not be hoed in a day.

Fortunately, in the morning, she cleared a field of weeds and took Wang to hoe it.

It seems that this piece of land is not big, and it has more than one mu.

They were sweating. Wang looked up and saw the sun in the air. He said, "ah Wu, they should be back. I have to go to Hu's house to call them."

Yang Xinyu wiped a sweat and said, "then I'm going to prepare the food."

There are still many pigs in the water and a lot of pig blood at home, but Yang Xinyu can't just entertain the guests with them. When she gets home, she climbs up the tree and takes down the two biggest salted fish.

This time, she doesn't plan to make any pattern of salted fish, just steaming salted fish is delicious enough.

Pig large intestine, she planned to try a marinated, pig blood, she made a leek pig blood soup.

She hurried into the woodshed and washed her hands in the barrel.

Take out a large piece of pig blood in another barrel and cut it into thick slices.

There is still some porridge left in the pot. Yang Xinyu takes the porridge, pours most of the water into the pot, and then lights the stove.

The next step is to scald the pig blood in boiling water and pick it up for use.

Originally, this dish had to be pickled. Yang Xinyu had no time to pickle it, so he just cut the leeks into small pieces.

Afraid that the taste was not fresh enough, she specially put in a pig bone and boiled it. After half a cup of tea, she poured in the pig blood.

Because pig blood has been scalded in advance, it doesn't need to be boiled for too long.

Yang Xinyu cut ginger and leek into sections, put them in this way, and then add seasoning.

Leeks can be eaten after a little water, she quickly put the soup in full swing, washed the pot, washed some rice and poured it in.

Salted fish she put salted fish on a plate and planned to steam it on rice.

This is the last stewed pig's large intestine.

A few days ago, Yang Xinyu had plans to make marinated vegetables. She had tried to mix the marinade, which made it much more convenient.

When Wang came, she just made the third dish.

This time, Zhao Wu brought a table and stool. It was still a big table, enough for more than ten people.

It's rare for everyone to eat together. Yang Xinyu called all the workers and said, "I don't think we can share the table today. Let's eat together!"

Qian Erbao and Zhao's family know each other. Feng Daji and Zhao Da work with him and work for Zhao's family.

Unlike the people in the old house, the Zhao family is easy to talk and take care of them all at once. They say, "come on, sit down and eat together."

There's too much leek and pig blood soup. It's only in the washbasin.

In this way, although there are only three dishes on the table, they are very full and there are no vacancies. Everyone is eating with bowls.

"Master, your pig blood is delicious." Feng Daji said.

The smell of pig blood is not heavy. Although it is not sold outside, people usually keep it when they kill pigs.

So it's not rare, but no one has ever tasted such pig blood.

It's tender and delicious, with the smell of meat.

Mr. Zhao also said with satisfaction, "it's a pity that there is no good wine at this table."

On hearing this, Mrs. Zhao gave him a squint: "it's wine again. Dr. Zhu has said that you should drink less, old man."

Master Zhao is a drunkard. He is not happy to say, "what's wrong with my drinking? Zhu Changgui, a quack doctor, likes to talk nonsense. "

Mrs. Zhao took a look at Wang's stomach and said, "what nonsense did he say? Can the baby in our daughter-in-law's belly be fake? "

We all know this and congratulate each other.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't close her mouth happily, but Wang was a little embarrassed.

Yang Xinyu could hear the implication of Zhao's words. After dinner, she said she didn't want Wang to stay to work.

The Zhao family now regards Wang as a treasure, and she can't let Wang work for her all the time.

Wang was not willing to say, "what's my big stomach afraid of? I don't feel comfortable if I don't do some work!"

Yang Xinyu said she couldn't do it, so she asked Mrs. Zhao to persuade her.

But since Wang had eaten this meal, he couldn't accept the favor in vain and said he would not agree to anything.

Mrs. Zhao turned her eyes and thought of a way to have the best of both worlds. "Girl, I think Xiufen is resting at home. I'll help you from this afternoon."

Wang is Yang Xinyu's equal, but Zhao is her elder.

How can we let our elders help us?

Yang Xinyu was about to refuse. Zhao Wudao said, "sister Yang, don't be polite to our family. Let my mother help you."Speaking of this, if Yang Xinyu still refuses, she will be unkind.

She said with a smile, "then please aunt Zhao. When I'm ready, we'll go to the field."

In the afternoon, Mr. Zhao still had to mix vegetables. After eating, he took Zhao Wu with him and left.

Yang Xinyu takes the guy and leads Mrs. Zhao to the wasteland.

Zhao old woman son a burst of sob way, "this ground Xiu Fen married to come over before desolate, deficit wench you are willing to buy, spent a lot of money?"

Yang Xinyu knew that Mrs. Zhao had a big mouth, and she had even poked a basket before. She said, "there's not much money, aunt Zhao. You said that before sister Wang got married, this land was in famine. When was that? Why is it so scarce? "

The area of this land is so large that it must have been owned by a large family.

Yang Xinyu can't figure it out. How can a good land be abandoned?

Mrs. Zhao talks a lot. As soon as she sees that Yang Xinyu is interested, she chatters on and on, "it's a long story. Twenty years ago, there was a landlord in our village who owned all the land. Later, he ran away because his land was not well managed and he couldn't afford to pay taxes. The first owner in your house is the landlord."

Tax is another word. It turns out that the imperial court increased taxes 20 years ago.

It's no wonder that the poorer the poor, the richer the rich. That's the truth.

Yang Xinyu sighed and asked, "is there any tax now?"

Mrs. Zhao's family is farming for a living. She knows that "the current tax on land is calculated according to the size of the land. We have to pay 20 Wen a month for 20 mu of land in our family."

Hearing that it was only 20 Wen, Yang Xinyu was relieved.

According to this calculation, she will pay 50 Wen at most every month, which is better than 500 Wen.

She asked again, "but give it to the government in person?"

Mrs. Zhao waved her hand. "That's not the case. The imperial court will send people down to collect money."

Although Mrs. Zhao is over 50 years old, her chatting belongs to chatting, and her work is not tardy.

After a busy afternoon, together with he Zijun taking Zhao brothers and sisters to pull weeds, they cleared ten mu of land at one go.