Chapter 008: Transporting Grain (Part One)
Now, during the autumn harvest, I feel as though I am helping my master with the work, yet my master seems to be unhappy, otherwise, why would he scold me so loudly
Sang Bai could not help but ask, "I say, Lord Lü Er, will there be anyone else coming later?"
Many people nodded in agreement
A person in their early eighties, with a slightly hunched back, walks and speaks very steadily.
Lu Qingyao gazed at the spot where the figure of the mulberry tree had vanished, murmuring: "Indeed, a disciple of a master! The bear serves as the mule."
Then we should prepare some, just in case. Please wait a moment, I will go home and get some ready for you
How is it, Qingyao? What did Mr. Sang say?
"No need, once we reach the forest, will I lack food and drink?" Sang Bai laughed.
At this moment, Lü Qingyao said: "Let us prepare the sled, and we will discuss other matters later"
Fortunately, Tao Jingying has not debuted yet; otherwise, in ten or twenty years, it is possible that Qiu Shou could perform a lengthy segment of "Too Aggrieved" live for Sang Bai to express her current feelings
Sang Bai shouted, and Qiu Shou stared with his round, bulging eyes, looking at Sang Bai with a pitiful expression
The peaches here have not yet been finished, when suddenly I saw Qiu Shou running over in a hurry, grabbing two bundles of rice and starting to swing them around, imitating his own style.
How is it? Are you satisfied?" Lu Qingyao looked at Sang Bai with a cheerful smile on his face
Urban household registration is extremely valuable, as once you have urban registration, it signifies that you belong to the working class. During this period, the living standards of workers were significantly higher than those of farmers.
After swinging for a day or two, Sang Bai is starting to feel overwhelmed. It is not a matter of strength, but rather that this task is exceedingly tedious. Anyone who swings thousands of times a day would inevitably find it tiresome
As for promoting this extraordinary individual and the children of the literary elite, currently, no one is willing to do so
Upon hearing this, Sang Bai called out "Autumn Harvest," and Autumn Harvest hurried over.
Lu Qingju said: "Alright, alright, let's not think in a roundabout way. Let's discuss this matter seriously, step by step. I think, Er, you should find an opportunity to bring this up with Mr. Sang, but don't mention it directly. See if he is willing to register his household in our village. After all, he came out of the mountains without a household registration. Our village is a mess anyway, so we can just add him when it's time to report the household registration."
Stop!
Another point is the household registration
"Uncle Yao Er, we need to prepare for the plow, but Mr. Sang must be kept in our village," said Ji Yanping, the father of Ji Lianwu.
There is no need to say much in gratitude. Sangbai took the cloth bag, said a word of farewell, and then plopped down onto the sled, reaching out to pat the plump rear of the autumn harvest.
Sang Bai was unaware that while he was still hesitating about settling in Willow Tree Village, they were already preparing to employ even the beauty trap on their side
For farmers, the county magistrate is akin to heaven; beyond that, they dare not even imagine. Therefore, an 18th-level county magistrate is considered a high-ranking official.
"You bring the autumn harvest to try it out, and I will see if the size of this shoulder protector is suitable. If it is not suitable, I will take it back tonight to make some adjustments," said Lü Qingyao
Sang Bai did not anticipate this; after leaving the village for about ten miles, in a desolate area devoid of human presence, he brought the autumn harvest back into the space to begin planting and harvesting crops.
Therefore, obtaining an urban household registration, or what is referred to as a non-agricultural household registration, is quite challenging
I think it would be best for us to take action first and report to Mr. Sang afterwards
No more, no more, please take a rest
A group of elderly gentlemen deliberated for about an hour, yet ultimately failed to reach any substantial conclusions, and thus dispersed regretfully
Lu Qingju said: "What is so difficult? When the time comes, just stuff the paper into the village, and if that doesn't work, we can have Uncle go. I don't believe the village won't give us this face"
In fact, to put it plainly, when the water from the spatial well is diluted, its potency correspondingly diminishes, to the point where, at a certain concentration, the growth traces become nearly invisible to the naked eye. This greatly facilitates Sang Bai's future cheating outside.
This grain ... ...
... ...
The longer the days go by, the more everyone worries
This grain can only be considered as borrowed! If someone is willing to take out their own grain, that is a tremendous kindness; what kindness can be greater than the gift of life? Therefore, this grain can only be borrowed, not taken!
After planting the grain, for the threshing process, one can only resort to a rudimentary method. The wheat or rice is bundled into a large sheaf, aligning the heads of the ears, and then it is struck against a bench. Through this continuous striking, the grains of rice and wheat will be knocked loose.
Sang Bai tried on the autumn harvest outfit, and it fit quite well. After taking a few steps with the autumn harvest, it seemed to become addicted to playing, quickly dragging the sled around and soon disappeared without a trace.
When are you planning to set off? In a couple of days, it will be time for spring plowing. Do you think it would be a good idea to cultivate a few plots of land and plant some crops while it's spring?
"Alright, then I will set off early. When I return, I will have you allocate a piece of land for me to cultivate a few acres of crops," Sang Bai said with a smile.
There is nothing much to tidy up, and with the mulberry tree in place, the plow is ready to set off early tomorrow morning
What kind of bad idea are you coming up with? Mr. Sang's fair complexion is even whiter than that of Da Feng. Do you really think he would be interested in a country girl like Da Feng? If Er Niu hadn't gotten married two years ago, she would have been a perfect match for Mr. Sang
However, for Sang Bai, having a rural household registration is preferable to an urban one. Isn't it enjoyable to have food and drink while basking in the sun every day? Must one go to work every day to find joy?
"It quite likes it," Lü Qingyao said happily
Although it is not entirely composed of rice and wheat grains, and occasionally includes some straw, the mulberry and cypress have no time to manage it; people are too busy to care about this.
Before dispersing, it was agreed to quickly make a sled for Sangbai
Lu Qingyao is also a scheming individual. If Sang Bai intends to cultivate crops here, then the matters left behind will naturally hold great promise. However, if he is unwilling to farm, then it could lead to some complications
Sang Bai left for several days. At first, everyone was filled with hope, but after five or six days, concerns began to arise. People started to worry that Sang Bai might not return and were also fearful of any potential accidents that could have occurred in the old forest.
Looking at the large sled in front of him, Sang Bai was extremely satisfied
"Uncle, what kind of person do you think Mr. Sang is?" Ji Shuping asked.
After chatting with Qiu Shou for a while, Sang Bai began to teach Qiu Shou how to properly harvest rice.
Everyone discussed for a while, unanimously agreeing that Sang Bai was indeed a disciple of a master. Since he was a disciple of a master, it was only natural for him to have a peculiar temperament and to engage in some unusual behavior.
Having left the small courtyard of Sangbai, Lü Qingyao returned to the village. Upon arriving at his home and pushing the door open, he discovered that those in the village who had reached the age of sixty were already seated in his living room.
Indeed, it is quite difficult to find accommodation elsewhere. Firstly, one needs a letter of introduction to secure lodging when going out; otherwise, you will struggle to find a place to stay, and you might even be mistaken for a vagrant and apprehended.
Standing beside Qiu Shou, Sang Bai gently stroked Qiu Shou's fluffy forehead and exclaimed: "What a good child, so simple-minded and only knows how to work. The only flaw is that he eats a bit too much, but since we have plenty of space, feel free to eat your fill!"
Is it easy
It can be said that the timing of Sang Bailai's arrival is quite favorable, as the turmoil has just passed and the situation in a remote area like Liushu Village has yet to be sorted out. At this moment, obtaining a rural household registration is not particularly difficult. If this were to be delayed for a few more years, it would become a challenging task.
This is good, and everyone must remember the kindness of others; we at Liu Shu Village do not produce ungrateful people
It is estimated that he is indeed a disciple of a master; even an official of the highest rank, level 18, would not possess such abilities. Just look at that bear; it cannot be raised by an ordinary person
Sang Baigan simply sat down, took a peach, and while gnawing on it, began to ponder how he could exert less effort.
On the second day, Sang Bai continued to teach the children to read and write, while Lu Qingyao began organizing the able-bodied men in the village to make sledges. Materials such as wood were readily available, and the village was not lacking in timber; it merely required some labor.
How about this, let us discuss with Da Feng's father about introducing Da Feng to Mr. Sang
The sled is approximately 40 centimeters high, with the bottom consisting of two wide, solid boards that are about 30 to 40 centimeters long and curved at both ends. The beams of the frame are made of solid wood, as thick as an arm, and it is immediately evident that this is a very sturdy item. Not only can it easily carry 200 pounds, but it is also likely capable of handling 400 to 500 pounds without any issues, as long as it can be pulled.
Accompanied Lv Qingyao to the door
The people in the room spoke one after another
Sang Bai looked at Qiu Shou, who was happily dragging a sled in the snow at the door like a big fat rabbit, and politely remarked: "It likes everything, except for doing serious business"
I am truly very satisfied
That is natural
This matter cannot be rushed, and I see that Mr. Sang does not seem to have any intention of leaving for the time being, so let us take our time
At this moment, the oldest person present, Ji Weigen, who was also the eldest in age, opened the door and walked in
Before Sang Bai could respond, Lv Qingyao had already run off, leaving one to wonder how someone of such an age could run so fast
As the autumn harvest began, the sled was pulled at a speed of eighty miles per hour, swiftly disappearing from Lu Qingyao's sight in the blink of an eye
Hearing Sang Bai say that he would leave tomorrow morning, Lv Qingyao immediately asked, "Have the provisions and other supplies been prepared?"
Moreover, it is now winter, and a group of villagers have plenty of time. Rushing to complete the task, within two days, Lü Qingyao had the finished large sled pulled by a mule to the entrance of the courtyard in Sangbai
Sang Bai is certainly not averse to the autumn harvest; rather, he is excited to have discovered his talent for laboring during the harvest season
The force of the autumn harvest is tremendous; with just two strikes, it can strip the tops of the rice stalks bare, and with another strike, it sends the rice stalks flying in a manner reminiscent of celestial maidens scattering flowers.
Growing grain is quite simple; one just needs to water the seeds directly. Initially, a ladle was used, but later Sangbai became clever and directly utilized the watering can used for his flowers. This way, he could water a large area at once. Eventually, Sangbai also discovered the method of mixing well water with river water from outside, gradually watering and allowing the plants to grow.
Early the next morning, Lü Qingyao arrived carrying a cloth bag
Goodness!
Lv Qingyao recalled the matter that everyone had agreed upon and began to subtly hint at Sang Bai.
The first to ask the question was Lü Qingju, the cousin of Lü Qingyao
Lü Qingyao's old face turned slightly red, but fortunately it was night and no one could see it
Mr. Sang is going back for a trip, saying that there is grain stored over there that needs to be transported out, approximately around 200 pounds
Sang Bai could not understand the meaning behind the question that was asked.