Chapter 63 The gourd is a sacred object

Chapter 63 The gourd is a sacred object

Xiao Zhenniang took it and smelled it, only to feel a faint fragrance.

"It's definitely different, it tastes slightly different."

"Right." Wen Yanmin put away the small golden ear, "This is sent by Yingbao. It is different from the golden ear sold by the Jiang family. I also bought some from Old Man Jiang, but there is no Yingbao. The delivered effect is good.”

Xiao Zhenniang was surprised, "You mean, the Jiang family does have ancestral secret medicine?"

"Yes!" Wen Yanmin nodded: "But his family does not use secret medicine to make money."

Xiao Zhenniang pondered.

In this way, the father-in-law's speculation was true, and it was a right bet to bring his family here.

But how can I buy that kind of golden ear again?

Xiao Zhenniang shook her head when she thought of Ying Bao.

I really don't want to be scheming with that child.

Wen Yanmin added: "If there is good news from my grandfather, you and Shu'er Bao'er will be able to return to Yuzhou."

After returning to Yuzhou, they can continue to enjoy the family resources and live in good clothing and food for a lifetime.

"Let's talk about it then." Xiao Zhenniang stood up, "The prince has been ill for many years and cannot be cured overnight. It is safest for us to stay here honestly."

Although the mountain village is poor, most people are quite sensible. My two children have become more cheerful here and are much happier than in that strict home. Even my son, who has never liked studying, is also quite sensible and actually knows that Take the initiative to read.

Now that you have settled down, you might as well stay a few more years and cultivate your mind and character, so as not to mess around with others and make them unhappy when you go back.

"makes sense."

Wen Yanmin likes this village very much. Autumn pity the boundless leaves on the ground, and spring brings joy to the world, which is full of fragrance. He hopes to live in a quiet and dispute-free place for the rest of his life, looking at the fallen leaves in autumn, seeing hundreds of flowers in spring, and experiencing all kinds of things in the world.

School ends at noon.

Yingbao picked up her small schoolbag and waved goodbye to Sister Wen, then jumped out and ran out.

After leaving the classroom, he saw Erni and Huzi standing not far away, waiting for him.

Erni stepped forward to hold her little cousin in hand, and led her brother home together.

"Ying Bao, didn't you know? There is another student in our class. He is from Nishimura."

Erni gestured not far away, "As soon as she arrived, she pestered Wen Hengyin and asked him this and that. She also asked him if he was a rich man from the county town and if he could take her to play in the county town. Wen Hengyin was so scared that he didn't dare to Talk to her."

Ying Bao looked in the direction of Er Ni's mouth and saw Chen Zhao holding on to Wen Hengyin, not knowing what to say to him.

Wen Hengyin was obviously very impatient. He couldn't break free several times, so he pushed her hard and ran away.

Chen Zhao stumbled and almost fell, and when he turned around, he met Ying Bao's eyes.

Ying Bao turned her head and said to Er Ni: "Ignore her from now on."

In his previous life, Chen Zhao saw only two types of people: those who could be used and those who were useless.

As long as she thinks that person is valuable to her, she will do everything possible to please her, but once that person is of no use to her, he is a useless person, and she can immediately turn against him or even betray him.

Ying Bao doesn't want her brothers and sisters to be targeted by such people, so the best way is not to get close to her or interact with her.

The three of them walked home together and met several villagers on the way, all of whom greeted Yingbao enthusiastically.

"Yingbao, school is out!"

"Yingbao just came home."

"Have you eaten Yingbao? Do you want to go to my house to eat something?"

Yingbao:......

She was just a child, so she didn't need to be so polite.

When I got home, I heard Chun Niang say: "Bao'er, someone wants to buy our big gourd. Do you want to sell it?"

Yingbao nodded without hesitation: sell! How much money did he pay? "

Chun Niang: "There are two people who want to buy, one offers ten taels, and the other offers twelve taels. They are both businessmen from Xiang Street."

Ying Bao blinked: "Is it too little? Forget it, I won't sell it anymore." It was much different from her expectation.

Nowadays, besides deer, these two gourds are the most famous in her family.

Because this thing appeared at the place where her brother and sister were drowning, and happened to save them, many villagers believed that the gourds were thrown down by gods from heaven, so they regarded the two gourds as divine objects.

In recent days, several groups of people from other villages have come here just to have a look at the gourds. Of course, all the villagers in the village, including children, have come to touch them, almost touching the bare skin of the two big gourds.

Even the newly born baby was held by the adults in his family and came over to rub the gourd, saying it was a blessing sent from God.

Later, it got worse and worse. The first thing the villagers did when they came back from the fields every day was to stroll to Jiang Sanlang's house and steal a gourd before going home satisfied.

When Jiang Sanlang saw this, he carried one gourd to his new home in Nanpo, while the other one remained in the old house for everyone to touch.

Alas, it won't work if you don't touch it. Even the clan leader, village chief and clan master often touch it intentionally or unintentionally before leaving with satisfaction.

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it." In fact, Chun Niang was not willing to sell it. After all, this thing was also a rare item, and her family was not short of money, so why should she sell it.

But after all, the two gourds were brought back by my daughter, so I must ask her opinion first.

"Let's eat first." Chun Niang opened the bamboo cover, and there were already two dishes and one soup on the table.

Cabbage and tofu, a plate of cut pickled salted eggs, a bowl of cabbage and egg drop soup, and a bowl of steaming white rice.

The two younger brothers also ran over and set up benches for their grandma and sister. They also sat down and waited for their grandma to load their meals.

"Daddy won't come back for dinner today?" Yingbao asked as he sat down on the bench.

"Chun Niang is loading food for the children," he was called to build a bamboo shed. There are several families in the village who want to grow golden ear, and they have agreed with your father that they want to build the bamboo shed for the mushroom rack first. As soon as there are strains of bacteria, we will start immediately. Alas, all the mulberry trees in our Beishan Mountains will be chopped down by those people."

At this time, every household in the village secretly went to Beishan to cut mulberry trees. Seeing that Beishan was almost bald.

Yingbao picked up the bowl, took a few bites, and said, "Why must we use mulberry wood? We can use clay pots instead of mulberry wood."

She has already tested it. Even if she uses a clay bowl, as long as the nutritional base is sufficient, golden ears can still grow.

"How can I replace the pottery bowl?" Chun Niang was puzzled.

"In the past, mulberry wood was used because mulberry wood is a dead tree, and golden fungus can absorb a small amount of the nutrients inside. But now we have wheat bran and rice husks. We crush these with mulberry wood chips and steam them on a basket for two hours. Let it cool and put it into a jar, then you can plant golden ears on it.”

Ying Bao said confidently, "These can be reused several times. Isn't it better than cutting fresh mulberry wood?"

If the superiors knew that local people dared to cut down trees on a large scale, they would probably be the first to be unlucky.

Therefore, villagers must be prevented from going to Beishan to cut mulberry trees.

What you need to grow mushrooms is dead wood, not fresh wood.

"Can it still be like this?" Chun Niang was very happy, "I will tell your father later and ask him to order two hundred clay pots. Our family will also use clay pots to grow golden ears in the future."

In fact, using mulberry wood as a base was a helpless move in the past. I had no money at that time, so I naturally saved as much as I could. But now that I have money, I can only buy some jars, which cost four or five cents each. Those who buy 1,200 can only buy a few hundred cents.

The ladies were eating when they suddenly heard someone shouting outside: "Is Jiang Sanlang at home?"

"Who is it?" Chun Niang put down her bowls and chopsticks, stood up and went outside.

I saw two burly men standing outside the courtyard gate.

Seeing that she didn't recognize the visitor, Chun Niang asked, "What do you want from my husband?"

One person smiled and said: "We came here because of your reputation and want to see your gourds."