Chapter 82, Planting Watermelon

  In the early morning of the next day, under the leadership of Yan Zhiqiang, Daohua and Mrs. Yan set off for the newly purchased Zhuangzi.

  Yan Wenxiu and other boys want to read, but they can’t even go. As for the three of Yan Yihuan, because Mrs. Li wanted to stay to see the dentist, the old lady couldn't take care of so many people alone, so they didn't make it.

  Sun did have time, but she grew up in the countryside and was accustomed to farming. She was not interested in Zhuangzi at all. She had the time to go to Zhuangzi, so she might as well think about dressing.

  Wu had to take care of Yan Wenhui, and she was found pregnant again a month ago. Although she wanted to look at Zhuangzi, she was worried that the carriage would bump and tire, so she didn't follow.

  Zhuangzi was just outside the city, and it took less than an hour to arrive.

  Yan Zhiqiang first took Mrs. Yan and Daohua to Dazhuangzi.

  When I arrived at Zhuangzi, the old lady Yan followed Yan Zhiqiang to see the tenants, while Daohua took Wang Man'er to see the fields.

   Nearly noon, Daohua returned to Zhuangzi.

Seeing the sweat oozing from Daohua’s forehead, Mrs. Yan immediately recruited her and wiped her sweat with a handkerchief herself: “Although it is now in April, the weather is still a bit cold, so she came out and ran around. Don't catch a cold."

   Daohua responded with a smile, and then said, "Grandma, I took a look. The fields in our village are pretty good, and the soil is quite fertile."

  The old lady Yan was irritatingly funny: "Your third uncle is an old-fashioned farmer, can he see it personally?"

   Daohua shook her head quickly: "I don't mean it, I just want to say that the Zhuangzi picked by Sanshu is really good." After speaking, she smiled and gave Yan Zhiqiang a thumbs up.

  Yan Zhiqiang shook his head and smiled, and then sighed again: "We bought this Zhuangzi too late. I originally planned to use our own grain to grow, but unfortunately, the spring seeds have already been sown."

   Daohua: "Grandma, Sanshu, I just took a look. Many dry land is still empty. Didn't I save watermelon plants last year? Let us use those land to grow watermelons!"

After the Yan family came to Xingzhou, there were more places to spend money. Several times, she saw Madam Li sighing at the ledger, and she also encountered Pingtong holding Madam Li’s dowry jewelry when she went out. It should be a pawn. NS.

  Watermelon was a relatively rare fruit in ancient times, and its selling price was relatively high. After harvest, it can also alleviate the imbalance in the income and expenditure of the Yan family. Moreover, the uncle’s family has a sales outlet in the provincial government, so there is no need to worry about not being able to sell it.

   Yan Zhiqiang hesitated: "Is it too late to plant now?"

  Rice Flower: "No, we planted it ten days late, no problem." The watermelon seeds were left by the watermelons planted in the space. There is absolutely no problem in quality.

   Yan Zhiqiang couldn't make up his mind, and looked at the old lady Yan.

  The old lady Yan thought of the two acres of lush watermelon land last year, and she was silent for a moment, and said: "Plant!"

   Although the Yan family is now in charge of the eldest daughter-in-law, she still has a general understanding of the Yan family’s financial situation. These years, the family has been supported by the elder daughter-in-law with a dowry.

  Now that the children are getting older day by day, the wedding ceremony and dowry all need money. If you don’t want to save some money, it’s hard to say about the marriage of grandchildren in the future.

  Seeing that the old lady made a decision, Yan Zhiqiang stopped thinking about it.

  In his mind, he would do whatever the old lady said.

After   , the old lady Yan had lunch in Zhuangzi and went to Daohua’s Xiaozhuangzi in the afternoon.

  The former Dazhuangzi belonged to the Yan family, and Daohua couldn't make a decision, but Xiaozhuangzi was her own. Therefore, after turning around the Zhuangzi, Daohua immediately called the Zhuangtou.

  Zhuangtou is a dark-skinned uncle in his forties. He looks very honest and honest, but from his behavior in actively reporting to the old lady Yan, he is quite shrewd.

  Especially, to Daohua, who is only 9 years old, he didn't have any perfunctory. No matter what Daohua asked, he answered very in detail.

   Daohua: "Uncle Zheng, how much vacant land is left in Zhuangzi?"

Zhuang Tou Zheng Xinghe didn't dare to conceal the slightest: "When I go back to the girl, the tenants are very diligent. Now there are only 20 acres of land that have not been planted, but the girl can rest assured that I will tell the tenants later, let them Plant the land quickly, and you won’t miss the spring ploughing."

  Rice Flower: "No, I have other uses for the 20 acres of land. Later, I will give you a batch of watermelon plants, and the land will be used to grow watermelons."

  There was no girl who did not marry in ancient times. She was unable to change this. There were too many children in Yan's family and the family was too thin. In order to live better in her husband's house in the future, she had to save more dowry for herself.

  Zheng Zhuangtou was embarrassed, and he hesitated for a while and said: "Girl, watermelon is a precious thing, neither the tenants nor I can grow it!"

  Rice Flower: "It's okay, I can plant it, I will teach you when the time comes."

  Zheng Zhuangtou's expression was startled, he can inquire clearly, Zhuangzi’s new owner is the Zhizhou family who has just arrived in Xingzhou, and the girl in front of him must be a lady from the Zhizhou family.

  The official lady also farms?

  Zheng Zhuangtou’s expression was so obvious that even Yan Zhiqiang could see his doubts, and smiled: “We Yan Jiageng reads out, the children in the family have been dealing with the fields since they were young, and they can do ordinary farm work.”

  Hearing this, the expression on Zheng Zhuangtou’s face relaxed a lot. The host knew what was going on in the field and knew the hard work of working on the field, so their life would be better.

   Daohua: "Uncle Zheng, I want to grow medicinal materials and fruit trees in the barren hills behind Zhuangzi. Can you find mature fruit tree seedlings?"

  Zheng Zhuangtou nodded: “Shunning Temple on the outskirts of the city has planted a lot of fruit trees. Every year they will sell some fruit tree seedlings.”

  Rice Flower: "You go and buy a batch of saplings. I want each kind of fruit tree. The sooner the better."

  Zheng Zhuangtou looked at the old lady Yan and Yan Zhiqiang, and when they saw that neither of them had spoken, he nodded in agreement.

   After he left, Daohua took the old lady Yan’s arm and said, “Grandma, I took a look, and Zhuangzi did a good job. Or, how many days shall we stay here?”

Seeing that Mrs. Yan seemed to object, Daohua immediately said: "Grandma, we have missed the best time for spring plowing. If I don’t watch it here, I won’t worry about it. You don’t want the watermelon I’ve worked so hard to collect. The seed has been ruined by tenants who can't plant it."

  The old lady Yan also hesitated: "If you don't go back, your parents should be worried."

   Daohua: "What's the matter? We have the third uncle by our side. I will send someone back to talk to my mother later."

  The old lady Yan was so crushed by the rice flower that she went to look at the room in the Zhuangzi and nodded in agreement when she saw the clean room.

  (End of this chapter)