Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 165 Lottery (from the cloud recommended 125,000 plus more)

Mr. Zhuang twitched his lips and said, "Everything is said to be a storybook. Since it is a storybook, the contents in it are naturally fake. That’s why I said that reading is useless, and it’s easy to teach you children. Okay. , I have confiscated this book."

  Man Bao stayed for a while, but he didn't expect the book to be confiscated one day.

  After cooking his lover, Mr. Zhuang looked at Bai Shanbao and said solemnly, “You have to do two things if you want to kill all the bandits in the world.”

  Bai Shanbao had bright eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

"First, you have to study well, pass the Jinshi examination, or go to the Ming Scriptures. Only when you are an official in the imperial examination can you quickly grasp the authority and have the opportunity to plan to suppress the bandits; second, you have to learn martial arts and go to battle to kill the enemy. How can you not have martial arts? You are not in good health, can you go to the battlefield to kill the enemy regardless of your family and friends?"

  Bai Shanbao felt that what her husband said was reasonable, and asked quickly, "Mr., do you think I can pass the Jinshi exam? My father is a Jinshi background, and my mother said Jinshi is difficult."

"With your talent, as long as you study hard, it should not be difficult to pass the entrance examination." Even if it is difficult, Mr. Zhuang will say that it is not difficult. He encouraged him: "The old people say that blue is better than blue, maybe you are better than you. My father is even better."

  Bai Shanbao felt so too, he was very excited, and asked, "What about learning martial arts?"

   "You have to discuss this with your grandmother," Mr. Zhuang said: "Ask a nursing home coach, or go to the **** to hire a escort, and the cost is not very large."

  At least for the Bai family, this little money is nothing.

When Man Bao followed Bai Shanbao out, he kept agitating: "You must ask if your nursing home can fly. If not, you must go to the **** and ask again. Since we want to learn, Then learn the best skills."

  Bai Shanbao felt that what she said was reasonable, and said: "Wait until I learn how to teach you."

  "Okay!" Adhering to the principle of courtesy and communication, Man Bao said, "I will share my candied haws with you at that time."

  Bai Shanbao drooled and nodded, then the two reluctantly said goodbye at the intersection.

  Bai Shanbao also invited her, "Otherwise you can come to my house to do your homework, so that we can still talk together."

  Man Baodao: "Tomorrow, today my fourth brother will share the land, I want to go back to watch the fun."

  Bai Shanbao became excited when he heard that there was excitement to watch, and asked, "Where is it?"

  "Fen Yongye Tian and Guchi Fen Tian, ​​my fourth brother will become a child tomorrow, and it happened that Da Liang's nephew will also become a child some time ago, so the two of them will share the land together.

  Many people in the village ran to watch the excitement, because the division of land was considered a major event.

  The world has just been peaceful for more than 20 years. There were people who fled from famine in the past few years, and the fields of those who fled were deserted. Generally, if no one has cultivated for more than three years, the fields will be reclaimed.

  The property rights of this part of the field are temporarily kept by the chief of the district, or if it looks like a wasteland that is still fertile and has good water and soil, the county government will also circle it and hand it over to the chief of the jurisdiction.

  Some chiefs would secretly plant on the wasteland within their jurisdiction, but there were others who were unable to cultivate and left it to waste.

  The head of Qili Village belongs to the latter. Their small fields are enough for farming. If there is still a cow, they can't grow more fields.

  Every time a child becomes a child in the jurisdiction, the district chief goes to plot the land.

  Dingtian marked out, every family in the entire village has to send one person to help land reclamation. This is a matter of convention.

  There are still a lot of good wasteland within Qili Village. The 20 acres of Yongye field per person cannot be bought or sold, but can be inherited.

  Of course, special circumstances can also be bought and sold, but they need to be registered with the county government. For example, if someone in the family needs to be buried to raise money, or someone sees a doctor, they can sell Yongyetian after reporting to the county government to verify their familiarity.

  The mouth is divided into 40 acres of land, which will be returned to the country after death.

  While Qili Village has many low hillsides, the villagers simply divide the hillsides for people to divide the fields according to the previous practice.

  Old man Zhou, Dalang Zhou, Tue Lang, and Wed Lang’s Kuchida are all hillsides, including the uncultivated land at the foot of the mountain, so I can’t take care of measurement. They can only be divided by drawing a circle.

In fact, this is not very useful. It is said to let everyone grow mulberry and raise silkworms, but the villagers of Qili Village do not raise silkworms. The linen is all made of hemp.

  As for the mountains, they are mostly used to plant trees.

  No, they don’t touch the wild trees in the mountains when they are very old. They grow as they like. If there happens to be trees for houses and furniture, it would be even better.

  They can harvest a wave without planting trees.

Of course, if the mountain is not there, Lao Zhoutou will take his sons all over the mountains to find those tree species, transplant them back and plant them on his own hills, start watering for a period of time, loosen the soil, give some farmyard manure, and wait for it to live. You can leave it alone as long as you control the wild tree next to it and it won't hinder its growth.

   Planted when they are young, and when their children grow up, they can basically chop down to make houses or make furniture.

  When Manbao was one year old, Lao Zhoutou planted a few trees on the mountain for her. Of course they also had big heads, but Manbao felt that waiting for them to grow up would definitely not be enough.

  Because her father’s is not enough, maybe he didn’t expect that he would have so many children. When he planted trees, he didn’t plant too many, so that now he needs to buy trees from others.

In addition to planting trees, you can also grow bamboo. For example, a lot of bamboos are planted in the Koufen fields of Tue Lang and Wed Lang. Every year, the bamboo used for bamboo weaving on Tuesday Lang, except for some cuts on the hills where there is no owner, the rest are all their own Koufen fields. Up.

The fields in the village seem to be the same, but through the discussion in the family these days, Man Bao knows that the difference is still great, and she doesn’t know if her fourth brother’s luck will be better, and he has chosen a good one. A piece of field.

   When Man Bao and Bai Shanbao ran to the edge of the field holding hands, the chief had already taken a look at all the fields.

   Then said to Chengding’s two people: "Everyone has seen it just now. We plan to divide the land we are looking at into two parts, one for 20 acres, Zhou Liang, Zhou Daliang, you two come to draw together."

  Thursday Lang and Zhou Daliang looked at each other and stepped forward one after another.

The   librarian took out a pick-up tube with two signatures inside, saying: “Whoever wins the red signature at the bottom will take the number one, if not, then the number two will be taken.”

  Zhou’s family seriously recalled the difference between the two places, and then found that the difference was not very big, it was just that the number one was closer to the water.

  Thinking about it this way, everyone stared at the picks.

  Thursday Lang got nervous and looked at Zhou Daliang, "Are you coming first?"

   Zhou Daliang politely declined, "You should come first."

   "Okay," Chu Lang replied unceremoniously, and said, "Then I will come first."

  (End of this chapter)