Chapter 41: This summer, it's a little cold

Soon, a few days later, the Zhou family's farmers' association had started to run up. Four-fifths of the people in Pingshan Village actually joined the farmers' association.

"Have you joined the club?" This is the latest greeting from Pingshan Village, which is equivalent to "Have you eaten yet?" Did you drink today?"

When I joined the Agricultural Association, I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. I had to show some reservedness on my face: "The left and right are for the face of the Zhou family, my family, but Brother Zhang Dashan came to invite me in person..."

"That's, that's, who is your brother!" But he said in his heart that my family was signed by Zhou Dahu, and Zhou Dahu was the person next to Master Zhou.

Those who did not join the peasant association, spit and curled his lips and said, "My family is a decent people. Why should I be an employee for the Zhou family?"

He still had to look around, and his expression was disdainful. He scolded in his heart how clever my third son is, but the Zhou family didn't like it and didn't let him earn hundreds of big money a month. Bah, what! The silver of the Zhou family, the fox spirit, may turn into stone one day!"

The one who listened to it was hoeed heavily on the ground, "It's not a good thing. Don't be a good person to be a slave..."

"Which one in the peasant association is to be sold as a slave?" The field behind him flashed out, with a calm face and looked at the two people in front of him.

Li Zheng's authority has always been good in the small Pingshan Village. The two slowly lowered their heads, greeted, and found an excuse to slip away.

Looking at their backs, Li Zheng sighed for a long time. Why did he feel that he was a little bulliful?

He didn't know that although Zhou Bo's approach was for the benefit of most people, it always made him feel depressed.

"Dad, you just think too much. Let's follow the Zhou family, and the days will be better than before. Your identity is in the village again. Who in the village dares not respect you?"

Although Wang Junfeng's voice was very low, he still looked left and right in his ears.

Looking at his movements, Wang Junfeng laughed, took over his guy and said, "I'm home. I'm home. It's going to rain this day. We have to build some more reeds in our duck house. Xiao Qi Niang of the Zhou family said, this duck..."

was listening to his son's words and nodded repeatedly.

The two voices are getting farther and farther away.

All those who have joined the Zhou Family Farmers' Association and now have rich silver have bought ducks in the Zhou family. The Zhou family's ducks do not eat seedlings but weeds, and the price is the same as those outside. Even if they are different, everyone only believe in the Zhou family. Everyone is not stupid. The Zhou family is blessed by the mountain god. Now they are willing to help pull everyone. What are you waiting for?

Pingshan Village is poor, and most of them have no rich money, such as Song Shandong. They also rented magical ducks from the Zhou family and need to pay a certain amount of duck eggs every month.

"What is corn?" Song Shandong said hesitantly, "After collecting wheat, can you still plant this?"

Zhou Mancang paused for a moment, looked at him again, and then said, "Dongzi, why did you forget what to plant?"

Looking at his soft attitude, Song Shandong breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "I didn't say no, but I don't know what this is."

He bowed his head and didn't look at everyone. He just whispered, "Really, really, I really don't mean anything else."

Everyone laughed. This tiger guy doesn't play bad intentions and dares to do it, but it doesn't bother people.

Forgive me, Zhou Kang stared several times, and Dongping behind him also stabbed him a few times.

"What Dongzi said is that my young master asked Mr. Bai to ask the Agriculture Department, saying that the yield is good enough to grow, and he specially asked us to come here. Only this season is still tax-free for one year."

"Let's talk about it and get benefits from the Zhou family!"

"It's tax-free for a year. After autumn this year, there will be a lot of grain left!"

"In the winter, change some wine and meat, and wait for a good New Year."

Li Zheng also consulted the county and knew that what Zhou Mancang said was true, so he nodded and said, "It's always right to follow the Agricultural Administration."

Zhou Bo will not come forward in this scene. Zhou Mancang raised his hand to stop everyone's discussion, "I think that people who are just idle after collecting wheat land can grow some, and there is always strength!"

"Mr. Zhou is right!" The Zhou family didn't say that they asked you to pull out the crops in the field to grow corn, but that those who harvested wheat could grow it in their spare time.

It's easy to grow two kinds of crops at home. It's free of one year's tax and follow the steps of last week's family.

With the support of the Zhou family, don't be afraid of anything!

After the wheat harvest, under the order of the Zhou family, the farmers all planted soybeans and newly introduced corn in their own open space. Although they did not know what the corn was, the Zhou family let them plant, and everyone planted it decisively.

The establishment of Zhou's peasant association was very smooth, which made Xue see that this new human being stunned, and he admired Zhou Bo even more. In his previous life, he was an absolute business wizard, more like a time traveler than himself. Xue Jian especially wanted to discuss with him about North Korea's challenge to the world and want to hear which era he came from?!

"It's more like passing through than me. How can this make me feel?" Xuejian shook her head subconsciously and sighed deeply.

People with great wisdom, no matter what dynasty and which generation and time and space, will be like boils, sooner or later!

The mushrooms in Zhenweizhai sell surprisingly well, and with the pickled duck eggs and pine eggs given to everyone to taste during the Dragon Boat Festival, even in Qingzhou or more distant states and counties, they have gradually learned that Anning has such a small shop that can produce mushrooms in all seasons, and they have come to wholesale one after another.

Anyway, the mushrooms in the cave are growing well. This bookless business not only made the Zhou family completely get rid of poverty, but also made Bai Yi count the money and smile.

Zhou Bo built a simple three-entry courtyard next to Zhou's house to raise ducks in the outer courtyard, in which two specially contain pickled duck eggs and pine eggs. Siniang became the "dean" here, and ordered Xiaoyue, the daughter-in-law of the Wang family, and Aunt Ma to be in charge, with one tael of silver.

Si Niang said to Xiaoyue and Aunt Ma, "Our Songhuayuan still needs to recruit a few people who are not lazy or sharp. It's the same. The eldest brother said that he had to choose from the home of the farmers's association."

"This matter is up to my mother. Please don't worry, Fourth Lady!" Xiaoyue said loudly, "The people who are in charge of selection are good!"

Siniang nodded, "Sister Xiaoyue is naturally relieved to do things."

On that day, this matter exploded in Pingtou Village. The big girl, daughter-in-law and mother-in-law all came to recommend themselves to work. I heard that it only takes half a day to pickle eggs every day, and 600 yuan a month. Isn't this silver falling from the sky?

After all, Xiaoyue and Aunt Ma thought about it again and chose five honest and kind people. Don't worry if you are not selected. We all know that the whole county may have to raise ducks next year. Naturally, the Zhou family will collect more than half of this egg. Naturally, my egg's work will also recruit people. No matter how we recruit, we will only choose from the farmers' association. We always have a chance.

Du Hai also returned to the village and picked four or five clever little guys including Dongping. Yueyin was also 500 yuan to one taels of silver, and there were still two days of rest in January, which made the villagers envious. After all, the third uncle of the Zhou family came to the door. Zhou Yang, the eldest son of the third uncle's family, was two years younger than Dongping, and he was also quite young. He also went to Anning County together.

In this hot summer, the people of Pingshan Village have always been full of blood. In addition to farming, they are very busy listening to all kinds of new things about the Zhou family.

Compared with the busy people of Pingshan Village, the Zhou family is much calmer.

Several children can keep up with nutrition, and naturally spring up like bamboo shoots. They will be young in less than a month. Er Niang and others naturally complain while making new clothes and are so happy that they can't close their mouths.

Siniang went to the "egg room" every morning and dressed with her sister in the afternoon, busy and satisfied.

Needless to say, any duck bought by Bai Yitian must be "trained" by Qi Niang. After training, qualified ducks can work in various rice fields. Under the small garden gourd shelf behind, it has become the territory of Qi Niang.

Wuniang and Liulang, these two monkeys, rushed up and down in the summer, which made everyone upset.

In the well water, there are always surging fruits to relieve the summer heat; in the new bath room, it can be cool at any time; although there is no ice, there are several pots of cool well water in each room to cool down.

It's a little cold this summer.

Xuejian and Zhou Bo are also very busy. The little gourd has grown out one after another. Zhou Bo has also made hundreds of plaster molds.

Discussing, can we start to put a plaster "coat" on the gourd?

Both of them were laymen, relying on guessing, but they also knew that the matter was important. They simply locked the door of the small garden, and Zhou Bo installed the key by himself.

The family didn't care. The younger children looked forward to playing by the Daqing River and were not interested in their own garden for a long time.

In the past half month, two people have been experimenting on how to hang a mold on such a small gourd, so they soaked in a small garden every day. There are many gourds and few molds. Zhou Bo thought of the simplest way to simply find many exquisitely carved boards. Each gourd is sandwiched up with two boards and wrapped A fine and dense fishing line.

Xue saw his eyes lit up and said with a smile, "This is good, this is good. It's better, simple and easy to succeed."

With this, Xuejian also came to the inspiration and directly used the fishing line to tie it evenly on the surface of the gourd at a certain distance. It can be imagined that because the part with the rope is tied no longer grows, and the part without the rope continues to grow, so that it can be made into a variety of rounded gourds such as three edges and four edges. .

Fan-made gourd originated in the Ming Dynasty and flourished in the Qing Dynasty. Of course, this is unknown to Xuejian. Fortunately, this is an overhead history, otherwise she would have rewrite history like other time travelers.

The busier the two are, the more energetic they are, and the inspirations emerge. Every day Xuejian will write down these inspirations and leave them for next year.

Next year, what will it be like next year? Xue Jian's heart is full of hope, and she knows that next year will be better!