Sister Han is good at farming

"Daya! Okay, let's go. There's no need to get angry over this kind of person!" Ruan Wantie advised.

"If you dare to do something dirty behind my back again, I won't just beat you up!" After giving the warning, Ruan Qingqing stood up, clapped her hands, and walked away.

"When did such an evil spirit appear in our Lu'an County?" Wu Liu climbed up tremblingly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth neatly, looked at Ruan Qingqing's back, and muttered to himself.

The only response he got was the wind blowing past him, picking up dead leaves.

In the wind, the old man half-raised his hand and sighed slightly: "February and March should be rainy, but now the wind is so dry that it hurts like a knife cutting people's skin. I'm afraid we won't be able to endure this drought!"

Ruan Qingqing looked at him in surprise, "Grandpa, do you also think this drought will continue?"

"Yes! If the water from Qianlong River had not been diverted here, we would have been on the way to escape by now. But if the situation continues, I don't know if the water from Qianlong River can help us survive."

The old man said with a sad face.

"I don't know what your name is, Grandpa?"

The old man smiled and said, "My surname is Wu, and my full name is Wu Zhongyou."

"Grandpa Wu, who are your family members? My family is in Zaoziling, Qingshui County, in the next county, which is quite far from here. I wonder if your family will object to you going there to work?"

When talking about his family, Wu Zhongyou showed a faint smile on his face.

"I'm an old man, my wife is still alive, I have three sons and two daughters, and a dozen grandchildren in total. My family will definitely oppose my decision to work far away, but if I explain it to them clearly, they will understand."

The more Ruan Qingqing listened, the brighter her eyes became. From Mr. Wu's few words, it was not difficult to find that their family atmosphere was good, which very much met the standards of a happy elderly person.

It is true that one may plant flowers with care but they do not bloom, but one may plant willows without care but they grow into shade trees. She wanted him to go to Zaoziling to customize some small items for her to sell only because she valued Mr. Wu's handicrafts. Now she is eager to use her existing knowledge and resources to realize them. Unexpectedly, by chance, she found the old man Quanfu that she had been looking for.

"Old man, you're back! How's business today?" In the fenced yard, an old lady with a kind face leaned out and asked.

"No, I met that bastard Wu Liu again today, and he stepped on one of my jumping jacks and broke it." Wu Zhongyou stamped his feet in grief.

"That child...eh!" After sighing, Old Lady Wu no longer asked about the price of the child and changed the subject to other things. "Old man, have you heard any news from outside? Are we going to escape the famine?"

When she looked up, her slightly cloudy eyes glanced at Ruan Qingqing and Ruan Wantie.

"Who are this young man and little girl?"

"They are recruiting people who are skilled in handicrafts. They say they will pay one tael of silver a month. I want to go and have a look. I want to save up some silver. It will be needed whether I want to escape famine or stay in the local area to buy food in the future."

"Young man, where are you from?" asked Old Mrs. Wu.

"Aunt, I'm from Zaoziling, Qingshui County next door. My last name is Ruan, and I'm the fourth child in my family. You can just call me Ruan Laosi. Recently, my family has been doing some business, and we've taken a fancy to Uncle Wu's weaving skills, so we want to invite him to come to our house to help.

Don't worry, we are a respectable family. We just built a house last year and there is an empty room in our house for Uncle Wu to live in. Uncle Wu doesn't need to worry about food, food and water. We will prepare everything. All Uncle Wu needs to do is concentrate on his work."

Ruan Wantie explained in detail.

"It's Ruan Laosi, right? Bring your girl in and sit down!" Old Mrs. Wu welcomed him in first.

"Dachun, there are guests at home. Go and pour two bowls of water for the guests." While giving instructions inside the house, Old Mrs. Wu was weighing the pros and cons of her husband going out in her mind.

"The milk is here!" A thin, dark boy stuck his head out of the house and answered.

After a while, two bowls of boiled water with steam rising from them were handed to Ruan Qingqing and Ruan Wantie.

"Thank you!"

The boy smiled shyly. "You're welcome. It's my pleasure."

"Ruan Lao Si, there has been drought outside for more than half a year. In this disaster year, going far away is no less than hanging your head on your belt. If you don't do it well, you will be separated from your life and death. I think we should consider whether my old man will go to your house to work. Why not give you news in a few days."

"Grandma Wu, it's not that we are unreasonable, it's just that our mission is urgent. It took us more than ten days to find someone, and our two homes are quite far apart. It will take several days to go back and forth, and we really can't wait.

The things we knit are both valuable and urgent, so we hope that Grandpa Wu can stay at my house temporarily, with food and lodging provided. When the things are done, we also invite him to check them over to make sure there are no mistakes. "

Ruan Qingqing took over the conversation.

"This..." Old Mrs. Wu was also in a dilemma.

"Old lady, don't worry about this. Before I came back, I was blackmailed by that bastard Wu Liu, and it was this little girl who helped me beat Wu Liu away. A child who helps others when seeing injustice must have good character, and her family can't be wrong either! Don't worry!

Besides, we don’t know how long this natural disaster will last, how can we not earn some money to support ourselves? Whether we go out with the others to escape in the future, or stay at home to buy food, we will need it.”

Wu Zhongyou tried his best to persuade his wife.

"Oh! What a sin! In such a difficult year, life is getting more and more difficult!"

Old Mrs. Wu could no longer say anything against it, and instead complained about the year's condition.

A man carrying a hoe came in from outside the fence, "Dad, why don't I go with you! I'm worried about you going out to work alone. If I go with you, there will be more people to take care of us, and we'll feel more at ease at home."

"But... you can't knit, so the little master doesn't need you!"

Wu Zhongyou sighed.

"Young master, I can farm. How about I help you farm and just take care of my father!" Wu Wei looked at Ruan Qingqing pleadingly.

"Of course! I have a few acres of land at home, and you can help us cultivate it. Of course, your wages will not be as high as Grandpa Wu's. You can only get six coins of silver per month."

When Wu Wei heard that he could earn six cents, he was extremely excited. "Thank you, young master. I will go with my father!"

"Young master, I want to go too! Are you still short of people?" Wu Zhongyou's second and third sons came back late and only heard a little bit of the tail end, so they came forward to ask.

"If you just want to make money, you don't have to think about going to my house. After all, in this disaster year, it is safer to keep some young and strong people at home. If you trust me, you might as well plant more sorghum. My family will collect the sorghum stalks when they are ripe. This way you can still make money at home."

"Why don't you thank the young master properly?!" Wu Zhongyou glared at his two dumbfounded sons.

"Oh, ok, thank you very much, little master!"

After the discussion, they left.

On the way back, Ruan Qingqing clearly felt that she was being followed.