The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

Yan Huaiwen was still the same, after drinking the medicine, he felt drowsy and drowsy, and coughed himself up again in his sleep.

Seeing the second child tidy up the house lightly, he couldn't help coughing lightly.

"Brother, you're awake!" Yan Laoer hurried over and asked him, "Is it convenient?"

Yan Huaiwen couldn't help being a little angry, asking back and forth, did you have anything else to say to your elder brother? For example, your twenty taels of gambling debt.

But he didn't say anything, just shook his head calmly.

Ask him, "How is the wheat harvest in the field?"

Yan Laoer was a little embarrassed, and his work was a little slow, but really, the two of them had tried their best.

"Probably, it will take some time." He said awkwardly, "Should be able to enter the warehouse with others."

Received so many days earlier than others, and put them in the warehouse together.

this speed...

Yan Huaiwen shook his head secretly. There was not enough time. According to his vague and long-term memory, the wells in the village would soon dry up. Without water, the wheat in the field fell down, and the production was severely reduced. There was not much food that could be harvested.

They are not bad, the grain store in the town, the price of food is soaring, how many people can't afford food, no food, no water, what else can they do if they don't run?

At first, they were well-informed wealthy households, and then there were more and more people. When they found out that half of the people in the town had fled the famine, they became anxious.

But they were still late, and the people in front of them scavenged all the edible food on the road, leaving them only dry grass roots and bark, not to mention the water source.

This time, they must hit the road ahead of time.

"God bless, go and invite the village chief." Yan Huaiwen ordered.

"Invite the village chief? It's so late..." Yan Laoer was not curious why he invited the village chief. He is a Xibei guy, so he must not get to the bottom of it, otherwise he might get himself involved.

Yan Huaiwen stared: "Just let me go."

Yan Laoer responded, and left in a hurry.

...

The village head is old and strong, and he still sticks to the well in the village.

The old man is only in his early forties this year. He has three sons, and the three sons gave birth to him five grandchildren. He is the most prosperous family in the village.

Village head Luo made a rule that each household has four barrels of water per day, which is four barrels of water. This standard is set according to his family's daily draft water consumption. If he still says it is not enough, he must bring his son and grandson Come to see what is not enough usage.

In fact, the village chief is already discussing with his eldest son about harvesting wheat.

"Without water, the wheat will die sooner or later if it stays in the field. It is better to harvest it early."

The villagers have never given up hope, and all the water they are reluctant to eat is poured into the field for a good harvest.

But seeing... Alas! God won't give me a way out!

"Father, harvest one day earlier, but you have to harvest a lot less!" Boss Luo was so distressed that only the farmers who tended the land all year round knew the preciousness of every grain.

In particular, there are so many people in their family, but they all count on the future of the field for food.

"Don't I feel sorry for you?" The village chief gave him a hard look. "The old people in the village said that there was no rain, no rain, didn't you hear that? God, no food!" He sighed deeply.

"Who?" The eldest grandson of the Luo family heard the movement and asked the figure who was walking quickly.

"Big Tie? It's me, Second Yan, where is your master?" Yan Huai'an was panting tiredly, he just wanted to invite the village chief home early, and then fell asleep.

"Here, Second Uncle Yan, why are you here again?" San Tie was more lively, not as old-fashioned as Big Tie, and he was more familiar with Second Yan.

He often heard Yan Laoer boasting, don't care if Yan Laoer is working or not, it's true that he lives chicly, doesn't need to work, is raised by others, and eats hot food.

Tsk! What a beautiful day!

Don't talk about others, the three irons are very envious.

"My elder brother invited him to the old man's house." When he got to the front, Yan Huai'an saw the stern-faced village head. "Uncle Luo, look..."

Village head Luo didn't talk nonsense, he told his son and grandson to keep an eye on the well, got up and left.

San Tie rolled his eyes and shouted, "Master, I'll walk with you."

Boss Luo thought for a while and didn't object.

Yan Xiucai is the only famous scholar in the village.

Very respected by the villagers.

But this time, it was the Lizheng family who was on top of Shili Bacun that his family provoked.

They really don't know whether the two families are really talking about getting married.

The youngest son of Lizheng's family spoke convincingly, but he really wanted to be married, so how could he beat his future father-in-law?

The people in the village are simple and there are not so many twists and turns.

Boss Luo felt that Yan Xiucai might disagree, and Li Zheng's family has always been domineering, so they would definitely make trouble again.

At this time, inviting his father over should be to discuss countermeasures.

It's good to let the three irons follow, the kid has a bad mouth, and he can still learn when he comes back.

The old man was in great shape, and he walked so fast that Yan Laoer almost couldn't keep up.

As he walked, he pinched him with his eyes and asked, "Is Yan Xiucai better?"

"Much better." Yan Huai'an replied.

The village head asked again: "Did you take your daughter-in-law down to the field today?"

"Yes, my family plans to harvest wheat early." Yan Huai'an felt that there was no question in his answer.

Unexpectedly, Village Chief Luo snorted loudly, and said: "I don't care if you are a monster on weekdays. Your brother is still lying down and can't get up. It's a good thing you came up with such a way, why? Let him feel distressed when he sees you down? With your daughter-in-law? I can do it for you! I heard that the money for the medicine is still on the account, Yan Lao Er, Yan Lao Er, your brother treats you well! Why don’t you know how to leave it to him, a scholar? Some face? Huh? I know that those who think about the law want money and money..."

Seeing that his master was talking too much, Santie hurriedly interrupted him, "Grandpa, watch your way and be careful where you step."

The village head said: "Whatever I look at, I have walked the road in the village for more than forty years, and I can walk back and forth with my eyes closed."

But he was too lazy to talk to Yan Lao Er, if he had something to say, he would talk to Mr. Xiucai, and ignore this bum, hmph!

...

"I'm sorry for inviting your old man so late...cough cough..." Yan Huaiwen sat up on his back, motioning for his silly brother to pour water.

After receiving the instructions, Yan'er took action immediately.

The village chief sighed: "You have limited mobility, I should have come to see you earlier, but you also know that the weather is not right these days, I have to watch it, the boss and the others can't control it."

If he hadn't been on the town by the old well, the well would have been fished out long ago.

Two bowls of cold white began to be served in front of the grandparents and grandchildren.

Santie couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Don't look at them guarding the old well, but the water has never been pumped at all.

The Lord made a decision, and they obeyed it honestly, and they had to save their mouths to drink and pour it on the ground.

Seeing how greedy the third grandson was, the village head couldn't bear it, so he said, "Drink."

"Alas!" San Tie responded very quickly, picked up the bowl, waited for his grandfather to take a sip first, and then began to drink.

"Ahem... Please come, that's why."

Small ticket, hurry to my sister's bowl o(*￣︶￣*)o