Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

"Ahhhhhh..."

On the noisy street, there were screams, howling ghosts and howling wolves, which spread far and wide.

The people around were eating, they stopped chewing, they looked around, and muttered, "It's Chinese New Year, what's wrong!"

"Hey, girl, give me a slap, our dried fruit is sold out, am I dreaming?"

After the peddler yelled, seeing the astonished eyes of everyone, and not being beaten, he vaguely felt that this was true. If it was a dream, others would not look at him like a fool.

"You don't need your wife to beat you, I just want to beat you!"

A tall man next to him was pointing at the small potatoes in the bowl. When the peddler shouted, he had just stuffed the potatoes into his mouth when he suddenly got a fright. The potatoes went into his throat before he could chew them slowly.

No, I almost choked and rolled my eyes just now, it's Chinese New Year's Eve, not to mention some festive ones, it's really unlucky to meet a psychopath, who did he offend?

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

The peddler nodded and apologized. He wanted to send some dried fruit, but when he thought that the lady in front of him had wrapped everything, he withdrew his hand again. He couldn't make decisions about these things.

"I'll give you ten taels of silver first, and you go back to the inn first, and we'll pick up the goods at the inn later."

Tonight is the New Year's Eve. Li Haitang calculated the time and thought that he could transport the things back first.

The two couples took the money, their hands were trembling, the peddler's wife was already crying, if it wasn't for the fact that there were too many people and no place to set her feet, she would really like to kneel and kowtow to the lady in front of her.

These dried fruits are not only from my own family, but also from my fellow villagers. After dehydration, there is very little left, and the concentrated essence is the essence.

When the folks left, they were still telling them not to put too much pressure on them. It doesn't matter whether they make money or not.

For decades, there are no people in the village who have gone outside to see it. It is rare for young people to have the courage to take out their coffin books and support them.

In a flash, it has been two months since I came out, and the couple didn't talk about it, but their hearts were flustered. They knew how important those copper coins were to the family.

But when she learned that her man wanted to visit the capital, no one ridiculed or questioned her, all he got was support and encouragement.

If they make money this time, the couple must repay the villagers well.

If it weren't for the travel expenses, if it wasn't for the encouragement, they wouldn't have the courage to let go of everything and move forward firmly.

In any case, when the couple came to Kyoto, they had seen it.

"Ma'am, that's great. We have money. In this way, we can bring some things from Kyoto to the villagers when we go back. Grandpa likes cigarette pipes and pots. I have used one for decades. I know..."

The peddler said, weeping uncontrollably, his grandfather was going to be buried, the only wish in his life was to save money and buy a better cigarette pipe and pot as a funeral.

Knowing that he was going to travel far away, his grandfather handed over all the copper coins he had saved up all his life to him.

Grandpa said, without cigarette pipes and pots, if you can know how prosperous Kyoto is in this life, you will die in peace!

And those people in the village, they are so simple, everyone should have a gift.

The couple also discussed at the time that if they really couldn't make any money, they would dig some soil in Kyoto and bring it back.

"Is this your first time in Kyoto?"

After Li Haitang understood it, she was very moved, what could be so closed over there?

"I am in the bookstore business. If you and your wife are willing, you can come to me before you leave Kyoto. I will give you dozens of copies of the Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic.

The bookstore is managed by Mo Ruhai, and they are researching movable type printing. The first batch of finished products are only these two copies, but Li Haitang has checked them. Unlike the manuscripts, the fonts are clear and there is no typo.

These are all printed on the lowest grade of yellow paper, and placed in her bookstore, they are not on the table, but for the common people, they are very precious.

"Ma'am, is it true?"

There is a literate person in their village, but there are no books, and the children in the whole village cannot read big characters.

If there are really books, let the children know how to read... Thinking of this, the couple is so excited that they can't speak.

"of course it's true."

Li Haitang packed a bag of dried fruit, and seeing that the journey wasn't too far away, he asked Bai Shuang to go with him, weigh the rest first, and take a look at the goods by the way.

"Ma'am, those dried fruits are delicious, why did you buy them all?"

Wu Fu blinked while eating, unable to bear the gaze of the young master of bean buns, she felt ashamed for the first time, as if she was a foodie with no integrity.

"Not bad money."

Li Haitang waved his hand, bought everything, spent all the money, how can there be so many reasons?

The banana slices were a bit hard. Li Haitang fed bean buns and dried dragon fruit. The buns were like squirrels, and they ate them with great vigor.

"Husband, what did you say to your son when I set off the water lamp just now? You didn't blackmail me, did you?"

Li Haitang supported her waist. She was pregnant and out of shape. She didn't want to walk like a penguin, but walking like that would save effort and make her comfortable. She didn't mind what others said.

"Impossible, your husband and I are not that kind of person."

Xiao Lingchuan pretended to be profound, and glanced at his wife, "I just ask if my son wants to marry a wife in the future."

"Then what?"

Li Haitang expressed understanding, the little baby is growing up very fast, no, it is about to be two years old, and in a flash, more than ten years have passed, Doubao should also marry a wife and have children.

At that time, she couldn't imagine that maybe, she would grow flowers and grass, eat light food, copy Buddhist scriptures, and have time to entertain her grandchildren like those wealthy old ladies.

"He doesn't want sugar packets."

Xiao Lingchuan twitched his eyes and thought, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can only say so much!"

"He still understands this?"

With suspicion in his eyes, Li Haitang glanced at his savage husband, then at the little bun eating dried fruit, and asked, "Doubao, your father said, you will marry a wife in the future, don't you want sugar buns?"

Dou Bao took a sip of his saliva, and he himself wiped the corners of his mouth with the bib on his chest like an adult.

Facing her mother's question, Doubao replied, "Yes."

Uh, it means you can marry a sugar bun.

"Son, your future daughter-in-law will spend the rest of her life with you. Are you sure you want Miss Tangbao?"

Li Haitang and Fang Shaoyao have a good relationship, but Fang Shaoyao's daughter came into her house to be her daughter-in-law, she still didn't have the courage.

When two troublemakers are combined, the unlucky one will always be someone else. Even her mother-in-law has been teased and suffered a lot.

"Can."

Doubao stretched out her finger, snapped it off, and said seriously, "She wants one, and she wants nine more, daughter-in-law."

Well, ten is almost enough, and his father also said that this is very good, but he doesn't understand why his father doesn't have other daughter-in-laws.

Dou Bao is a curious baby who likes to ask questions, "Why don't you find nine more for Daddy first?"

Li Haitang: ... Xiao Lingchuan: ...