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Outside the city gate of Xiaoguo County, a group of porters were standing casually against the wall with their bamboo hats in their arms, waiting for work.

"Master, please ask me." The young man stepped forward and bowed his hands to a porter. The young man was wearing a scarf made of fine silk, and he could be seen as a child of a wealthy family. "How do I get to Wujia Village?"

The porter glanced at him. Another one was going to Wujia Village. He was the most annoyed to ask for directions. He had no money and wasted his tongue, so he pointed casually: "Go straight in that direction."

The boy looked in the direction he pointed, and it was not a road at all.

The book boy following behind said: "Master, let's not listen to him, ask someone else."

The guide porter hugged his pole: "Believe it or not."

The young man said again: "I don't have anything to pick. I don't know if the guide will pick it up or not? I'll pay the price to the master according to the price of the load."

When the porter heard this, he immediately became excited: "Really? It costs half a day's money to go to Wujia Village."

"Half a day is half a day." The young man took out a small bunch of copper coins, "here is fifty coins, how about giving you another hundred coins when you lead me to Wujia Village?"

The porter thought in his mind that he usually earns more than 200 Wen a day. It takes half a day to go to Wujia Village and back, and he may be able to receive work again when he comes back. Things, it can be considered a small profit.

"Success." The porter readily agreed, and took the boy's copper coins.

"Master, we can still find the way by asking a few more people. Why ask him to bring it? You have to pay for it." The book boy followed the young man with what little luggage they had on their backs.

They come from a well-known Jiangliu family, the Tonghu Qiu family.

The Qiu family is also one of the five great gentry families, but unlike the other gentry families who put official careers first, the Qiu family has made great achievements in business, and there are not a few people in the family who abandon their official positions to go into business.

Moreover, there is a rule in the clan that anyone who has reached the age of fifteen, regardless of the level of righteousness, has to travel for two years as an experience.

"Young master, you don't have much money to go out to practice. We haven't figured out what to do yet. You need to save some money." The book boy said again.

The young man took a package from the book boy, put it on his back and said, "The porters here can earn more than 200 Wen a day. I heard that it takes half a day to go back and forth from the county town to Wujia Village. Giving 150 Wen is too much, and a family of [-] Wen may not be willing." Let's go, [-] Wen is not too much, you see, I am counting money, so save more."

"But we don't have to be porters to lead the way." The book boy said, he still felt sorry for the money.

The young man grabbed his neck and said, "You don't understand this. Porters are most familiar with the roads they travel north and south. If we go by ourselves, not only will we have to ask frequently, but we may also go the wrong way. It's not worth wasting time. Your young master and I There is business to do, no time to waste."

"What business do you have?" The book boy muttered.After his young master came out of Jiangliu's house, he ate, drank and played all the way. When he really had no money, he sold two calligraphy and paintings, or wrote a letter to someone, and agreed to be a tourist merchant, but he didn't see any serious business.

"Hee hee." The young master showed his trademark sunny smile, "Hurry up, we'll know when we arrive."

Book boy:  …

Sure enough, the porter knew the way, and led them to take a small path. They set off early in the morning, and the sun was just getting stronger, and they were about to arrive.

"Young master, Wu's Village is just around the corner. You are here to look for Tong Tiangan, too. There are quite a lot of people visiting him these days," said the porter.

Although most people outside the nine townships and one village couldn't feel the vision of heaven and earth that day, there were always high-level people everywhere, and the news spread like wildfire.Agricultural innovation is a major event. Food is always important no matter in prosperous or troubled times.Many people heard that there is a good way to increase production here, so naturally they came here one after another.

"Oh? Then he must be very busy." The boy said.

"That's not necessarily true." The porter shook his head, "I heard that Tong Tiangan has been closing the door to thank guests and doesn't see people very much. In fact, if you want to learn that kind of farming method, you can learn it in every village in nine towns. You don't necessarily have to visit Tong Tian. Tian Tian."

"What other people learn is second-hand goods after all, it's better to visit the ancestor master." The young man said.

They turned a corner along the road, and there were indeed many houses in front of them, and there was a grass field with many pigs on it.

"Why are there so many pigs there?" the book boy asked.

"Oh, Tong Tiangan said that the pigs should be let out for a longer walk, the meat will be fragrant. Have you seen that tiger cub over there? It is Tong Tiangan's pet, very smart, and will help the children in the village to release it together. Pig." The porter pointed to the little tiger lying on the grass basking in the sun not far away.

"Interesting, this Tong Tiangan is indeed a wonderful person." The boy stroked his chin.

The porter took them to the entrance of the village, and the boy gave him the remaining one hundred wen, and the porter returned happily with the money.

"Master, let me ask Tong Tiangan where he lives." Shu Tong said.

"Wait," the boy stopped him, and took out some money, "Go to the village to collect a chicken, and ask someone to roast it for us."

"Huh?" The book boy was puzzled.

"It's not that Tong Tiangan doesn't like to meet people. Let's have a relationship with his pet first, maybe we can meet." The boy said.

The book boy thought for a while, although he didn't know why the young master had to see Tong Tiangan, but the idea sounded reasonable, so he didn't say anything, and went with the money.

Today, two and a half teenagers in the village and a little tiger are in charge of herding the pigs. The two teenagers watch over the pigs conscientiously. The little tiger is bored lying on the lawn basking in the sun.

But... the little tiger changed his posture. These pigs are really worthless. After being taught a few times by him, they are all very obedient. It's really boring to take half a step out of the pastoral area. It's better to go back to review the memorial.

"Good morning, Mimi."

It seemed that someone was talking to it, and the little tiger looked over from the corner of his eye. It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, wearing a thin silk scarf, looking a little silly.

"Mimi, do you like to bask in the sun?"

Does this person think I'm a cat?

The little tiger turned his head and changed direction.

As soon as it turned its head, its eyes just fell on those pigs. The happy rolling piglets suddenly felt the gaze of the tiger, their buttocks tightened, and they didn't even dare to roll.

"Mimi, how old are you? Touch me." The boy stretched out his hand.

"Ah!" a scream.

The two young men who were herding the pigs looked around, only to see a strange young man covering his face, jumping and screaming.

The little tiger licked his paws, got up gracefully, and planned to continue basking in the sun in another place.

"Master, what's the matter with you, master?" Shutong saw his young master sitting under a tree lonely, two young men from the village chatted to him, he thought his young master was being bullied, so he hurried over.

"Hahaha, your young master was caught by a tiger. He's fine. We gave him herbal medicine." One of the teenagers from Wujia Village said.

"Tong Tiangan's tiger has a bad temper. I heard that Tiangan has been caught by it too, so don't tease it anymore." Another boy from Wujia Village said.

The book boy hurriedly wanted to read it, but the boy avoided it: "A little injury, did you buy it back?"

"I bought it, don't go anymore, I'll go." The book boy said.

The boy took the chicken from the bookboy's hand: "I still don't believe it, I can't beat a little tiger?"

The boy carried the grilled chicken and went boldly.

Tong Ran was in the field. After the project of digging a well to irrigate the field was finished, he finally went home to rest for a few days.Recently, the weather has gradually warmed up. The barley has bloomed, filled grains, and entered the mature stage. Each ear of wheat hangs down, giving birth to full grains.

"Thanks to you, Tong Tiangan, our millet this year is much fuller than last year's. I just counted, and there are thirty grains on one ear, compared to ten grains last year!" Tong Ran passed by a house. On the ground, the man from that family happened to be there, pulling his eyebrows and smiling.

"Thirty is nothing, there is another one in my field that bears fifty." Another villager passing by said proudly.

"Everything is fine, as long as the harvest is good." Tong Ran said.

From composting to repairing water wells, after doing everything, the village will have a bumper harvest, and Tong Ran also feels a sense of accomplishment.

"But Tiangan, I'm not saying it's not good, but every village has dug wells to irrigate the fields. This year's barley harvest will definitely be more than previous years, and the market price will be hard to say by then," said the villager.

"It's true." The passers-by also echoed.

Some other villagers heard them discussing this, and those who happened to pass by also gathered together.

After Tong Ran came, the longer their wheat grew, the better it was, of course it was a great thing to have a good harvest.But when they planted the seeds, they looked forward to a good harvest, and after a good harvest, they hoped to get a good price. Now every household in Xiaoguo County has signs of a good harvest, and the price of this barley is really unbelievable.

If they don't come out for a walk, Tong Ran doesn't know that they are still worried about this, but the villagers are reasonable, if they have a good harvest, they can only sell it at a low price, and they will have a sad life next year.

"Hey, why are you talking to Tian Tan about this?" A villager said, "Tian Tan has helped us so much, and the harvest is almost bumper, why come here to complain to him?"

"Yes, yes, let's not talk about it, anyway, it is always good to harvest more wheat. If you can eat it yourself, you can also raise pigs and chickens."

Others followed suit.

Tong Ran picked up a wheat ear, on which dozens of millet were densely packed.

The villagers agreed with each other, and it was considered to have uncovered this little episode.They each had their own concerns and planned to go back to work, but they heard Tong Ran say, "It's not a bad thing to have a good harvest of barley. If the millet has more uses, the price will naturally not become cheaper."

"More useful?" The old man with the hoe looked puzzled.

The woman next to her was the first to say, "Tian Jian, do you know how to use barley for other things?"

Generally speaking, the use of barley is nothing more than steamed wheat rice to eat by oneself, or fed to pigs and chickens. Unlike wheat, it can be ground into noodles to make many snacks, and it is not as fragrant and delicious as rice, which is popular with people. If it is not for the soil here The problem is, they don't grow barley all the time.

"Know some." Tong Ran thoughtfully.

"What can be done? Tian Tian, ​​please tell us quickly." The villagers asked.

Tong Ran glanced at the sky and said: "It's getting late, I have to pick up the little tiger, there are still some days before the harvest, I will tell everyone in two days."

"Hey..." The villagers continued to ask, but Tong Ran hurried to the entrance of the village.

It's noon, his cubs should be hungry.

Tong Ran rushed to the grassland where the pigs were kept, but saw a roasted chicken leg in front of his little tiger, and a person next to him leaned up to his cub with his ass pouted: "Mimi, is the chicken leg delicious?"

Who is this?

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief!