"Think I will exchange my new house for your house? Dream on!"
Song Baqi was misled by Song Sanshun's words and said angrily: "I see you have money but nowhere to spend it, and you spend it on useless things. Look at this courtyard wall, is it necessary to build it so high? Do you think your family has a fortune to protect? In this case, you quickly hand over my rations! And the clothes, give them to me as well!"
Song Sanshun said indifferently: "Don't worry, your rations will not be reduced, but they will not be given until the end of the year." Song
Baqi wanted to say something again, and suddenly saw little Chang'an running out from the back of the house, followed by six chickens, two geese, and a dog.
She stared at her grandfather, her eyes full of coldness.
Song Baqi paused, his face gradually darkened, thinking of what his wife said to him about Chang'an being unlucky, he stepped back a few steps, turned around and left.
He still wanted to live a long life, and didn't want to be unlucky by this granddaughter.
If he hadn't been counting on Jiang to help the family, he really wanted to throw the child away.
Changan saw that her grandfather left as soon as he saw her. Thinking of her cousin's intermittent inner thoughts during this period, she understood something.
It is estimated that her grandfather dislikes her very much and thinks that she is a disaster star who will bring him bad luck.
But Xiaoyuyu said that she is not a disaster star.
As long as the leaves of the small seedling in her palm grow to 18, anyone who is close to her will live a smooth life and have no worries.
Changan looked at the small seedling in her palm, and it still had seven leaves.
She has made several clay dolls recently, but the small seedling has not grown a new leaf.
When she is studying at night, she will ask Yuyu why.
"Changan, your uncle will go to deliver the tax grain tomorrow. You stay at home and don't go out."
Song Sanshun used a dustpan to winnow the last swept grain and asked his niece: "What do you want? Uncle brought it to you from the county."
Changan thought for a while and said, "I want paper and ink, and a copybook."
She wanted to copy the copybook, otherwise her handwriting would be too ugly.
Song Sanshun was stunned when he heard his niece asking for a copybook.
Yes, I have been too busy recently and I have forgotten what I promised.
Chang'an is so smart that he should know a few words. If his brother and sister-in-law bring back a letter, he can also read it to Chang'an.
"Okay, uncle will bring you another copy of the Three Character Classic and the Thousand Character Classic." Song Sanshun was thinking about buying two pieces of ramie cloth for Chang'an and his wife to make summer clothes.
It is only the end of May, and the weather is already very hot. The water in the pond is almost dry. They have to line up at the well before dawn to fetch water, otherwise they will not be able to get it.
Chang'an nodded.
He took the chickens and geese to the back of the house.
Behind the house is a vegetable garden, on which some radishes and green vegetables, as well as beans and winter melons were planted.
Chang'an ran to the persimmon tree next to the vegetable garden. There was a broken reed mat here, and Goudan and Xiaochu were sitting on the mat making clay figures.
"Why don't you make Guanyin these days?" Goudan asked.
Changan: "I don't want to do it."
She suddenly didn't want to do it after making clay figures every day. Even if she made a perfect clay figure, the leaves on the palm of her hand would not grow, which made her even more bored.
The little hoe raised his head and said, "But the vendors at the temple fair want the Guanyin you made." Seeing that she didn't make money, he was worried for her.
Changan puffed up his lips and sat down to watch the two apprentices make clay figures.
They had made very good figures, which were 90% similar to hers.
But the vendor didn't want their clay figures and kept lowering the price. I don't know why.
Wu came over with a plate of peeled rice dumplings, and a bamboo stick was forked on the rice dumplings.
"Eat a rice dumpling first, then do it." She put the rice dumpling plate on the small table and said with a smile, "It's sprinkled with honey. Eat it quickly, otherwise bees will come to find it."
Changan picked up a rice dumpling sprinkled with honey, took a bite, and said vaguely, "Good."
She liked to eat cold rice dumplings with honey the most. The fragrance of locust tree honey filled her mouth, sweet but not greasy, much better than the maltose with a burnt bitter taste.
Mrs. Wu patted her niece's head lovingly, "Even if it's delicious, you can only eat one, otherwise you'll get indigestion." Changan immediately took small bites when she heard this.
She wanted to savor it slowly, otherwise she would finish it all at once. When
the three children finished eating the rice dumplings, the sun was already setting.
Little Chutou and Goudan said goodbye and went home.
Wu and Changan were still sitting under the persimmon tree, watching a few chickens and two geese looking for food in the vegetable garden.
It was the coolest here, much cooler than the front yard, probably because the vegetable garden was full of plants.
Song Sanshun came over after collecting the grain, pulled three radishes from the vegetable garden, wiped the mud off his hands and began to peel them.
The water radishes planted in the spring tasted fresh and delicious, but they were a bit water-consuming at the moment, and had to be watered every day.
"The surrounding ponds have dried up, and the ones that haven't dried up are all very turbid, with only mud left. Where are we going to wash our clothes in the future?" Wu couldn't help but sigh.
Song Sanshun handed the peeled radish to Chang'an, and handed another to his wife: "At worst, you can wash it with well water, and then use it to water the land after washing clothes. The water from the radish can also kill insects, killing two birds with one stone."
Wu glared at him angrily: "Even the deep well is almost dry, and you still have the nerve to say that you can use well water to wash clothes?"
"Then what should we do? Otherwise, we will change clothes less." Song Sanshun also knew that the water supply was tight recently, and he also had the idea of digging a well.
But it costs a lot of money to hire someone to dig a well, and the price of a deep well will not be less than thirty taels of silver.
At present, I am not sure what will happen in the future, and I really dare not spend dozens of taels of silver at home on digging a well.
Chang'an looked at his uncle and then at his aunt, and remembered what Xiaoyuyu said.
Xiaoyuyu said that Miaomiao can produce water, which can completely solve her survival problem.
But how much water can Xiaomiaomiao produce? Chang'an wanted to try.
She stood up and ran to the kitchen, standing on a stool and looking into the water tank.
There was not much water left in the water tank, and there was still a lot of dirt settled in it.
Song Sanshun also went to the kitchen to fetch water to wash his hands. He saw his niece peeking into the water tank, so he quickly picked her up and patted her on the butt: "Don't peeking into the water tank in the future!"
It is often heard that someone's child fell into a water tank or bucket and drowned. This is dangerous, and she can't do it recklessly.
Chang'an pointed at the water tank and said, "There is no water."
"I know, uncle will go to fetch water later." Song Sanshun carried his niece out.
Chang'an refused and twisted his body and said, "The water tank is dirty and there is mud."
Song Sanshun had no choice but to put her down and go to clean the water tank.
Wu also came to help and cleaned the water tank.
Then, Song Sanshun went out with a bucket to fetch water, and Wu went to the vegetable garden to pick some beans and vegetables to prepare for cooking.
Chang'an brought a stool and climbed onto the water tank, put his palm on the inside of the water tank, and silently said in his heart: "Little Zhuzhu, can you turn into water?"
A light flashed in the palm of his hand, a leaf disappeared, and the water tank was full of clear water.
Changan was stunned. She poked the water with her hand, and a circle of small ripples appeared.
So that's how it is?
Changan smiled.
From now on, her family's vegetable garden will have water to irrigate, and her aunt will have water to wash clothes.
But a jar of water requires one leaf, and the leaves in her palm don't seem to be enough?
Changan scratched her head.
It seems that she must learn a skill every day. (End of this chapter)