After fleeing famine, I have thousands of acres of fertile land

Sun Dazhu thought about what Ye Qing said and quickly replied: "Sir, I am willing, but I have one more request. I want these two people to go to the market to apologize to me and explain the situation. I am afraid that no one will dare to buy lobsters."

The county magistrate thought it was no big deal, so he agreed. When everyone saw the county magistrate punish the bad guy, they called him the great judge.

The people who had gathered at the county government dispersed, chatting with those who had not come about what happened today. Before the afternoon, half of Wu'an City knew about the farce, and lobster became even more popular.

The lobsters sold better at Sun Dazhui and the restaurant. People who had never eaten them wanted to try what this lobster that had seen the officials tasted like.

Fu'an Pavilion and Queran Tower have also caught on to this wave of popularity and are recommending lobsters first, but now they would add a sentence: people who are allergic to lobsters should not eat it, which is also keeping up with current affairs.

Ye Qiu bought some cakes and cloth and went to the Ye family's house. "Qingya, thanks to you this time. Without you, we would have suffered a loss. I bought a piece of flowered cloth and asked my sister-in-law to make you a dress."

"Aunt, you are too polite. This is what I should do. I made the lobster. If anything goes wrong, it will also affect me." Ye Qing felt that he was helping himself.

Boss Ye was very worried when he found out about this. There were so many people there, what if someone got hurt?

When Boss Ye went to deliver lobsters again, he also brought a few more and gave them to the county magistrate and the yamen runners to thank them for helping his family.

Lobsters are so popular that more and more people are cooking them. However, Ye’s lobsters are still the best-selling ones. After all, they have been approved by officials and their quality is guaranteed.

The sky was a bit gloomy in the early morning. Ye Chenjing and his friends put on straw raincoats and took a cart to the private school. The road was a bit wet, but it did not affect the movement of the ox cart.

At noon, the rain became heavier and heavier. The drizzle turned into a heavy rainstorm, and the dark sky seemed to be collapsing.

The strong wind chases the heavy rain, and the heavy rain chases the strong wind. The wind and rain join forces to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is covered in rain.

The strong wind and heavy rain were like countless whips, lashing the house fiercely.

By the afternoon, the rain was still heavy and the few people who had gone out to study had not returned, which made the family a little worried.

Ye Laosan and his wife had not returned yet, so they picked up Ye Xiang at noon, worried that the little girl would be scared at home alone.

With Ye Laosan and his wife in the city, there is less worry at home.

My aunt and uncle had not returned either. Ye Lao Da took Ye Da Lang to Sun's house to visit the two old people and helped feed the chickens and ducks at home before returning.

It was still raining heavily at night, the wind was howling, and there was constant thunder in my ears, as if a lion was roaring, which made people feel terrible.

Ye Xiang slept with Ye Qing. With the two of them as companions, the dull thunder didn't seem so scary.

In the morning the rain stopped, the sky cleared up, and the sun finally came out. The road was full of water, and the path was mostly muddy, bumpy, and wet.

The road was dry in the afternoon and Uncle Ye came back with a few children.

It rained heavily last night, so a few of us stayed in the city and booked three rooms in an inn, where we spent the night.

The next day was Ye Chenjing and his friends’ first day off. When they got up in the morning, they first practiced writing two large characters and then reviewed the new content they had learned.

After finishing all these, I followed Boss Ye to the wasteland to plant sweet potatoes. The wasteland had been cleared, fertilizer had been spread, and the ridges had been made.

Two people worked in a group, one dug the hole while the other planted the sweet potato seedlings, and then filled the soil back in. It had just rained, so the ground was very wet and no additional watering was needed.

Three mu of land was planted with sweet potatoes, and it took three groups of people a whole day to finish planting. Ye Chenjing was so tired that he couldn't even straighten his waist, and he became more determined to study hard.

Boss Ye brought Ye Chenjing out to work. He has three sons and one daughter. In case his youngest son cannot study, he is too old and can still support himself.

The day passed quickly. Boss Ye went to deliver snails and brought some vegetables to Doctor Lin.

It was still early when we arrived in the city, and Doctor Lin had not yet started seeing patients.

"Wen Ning, do you know any caravans? I want to look for my family. I wonder how they are doing."

"Doctor Lin, I know him. He's from the inn where we stayed when we first came to Wu'an City. His boss has a caravan." Boss Ye had sent rabbits to him several times, so he was considered familiar with him.

"Wen Ning, are you able to take me there when you are free? I want to ask some questions." Doctor Lin asked anxiously.

"Doctor Lin, when are you going to rest? I'll take you there when you're resting." Boss Ye is also a kind-hearted person.

"I'll take a rest the day after tomorrow. Let's go the day after tomorrow."

"I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow after I deliver the lobsters. Doctor Lin, I'm leaving first."

"Drive slowly, and don't forget the day after tomorrow." Doctor Lin reminded again with concern.

Boss Ye waved his hand and drove away in the ox cart.

Ye Chenjing came back in the evening. He had completed the task of memorizing on the way. He practiced calligraphy when he came back. He first practiced it ten times on the table with water. When he could write well, he wrote two more sheets on paper. This way he could save some paper.

At this time, Ye Qing followed his brother to learn to read words, learning five words every day and practicing them several times on the ground with a branch.

Although Ye Qing knew most of them, he was not proficient in writing some traditional Chinese characters, and he had never practiced writing with a brush.

Mr. Ye bought a set of pens and ink, which was used for accounting as well as for Ye Qing to practice.

Ye Qing has been studying for so many years, but now he doesn't want to read at all.

As long as you can read and write, that's enough. I will leave the task of studying and bringing honor to the family to your elder brother.

My goal is to be a small landlord with money and free time, to have no worries about food and drink, to be loved by my parents, and to enjoy life.

Ye Chenjing also likes to teach his sister how to read. His sister learns quickly and can learn once taught. After writing a few times, she can do it well and feels a sense of accomplishment.

Ye Chenjing also wanted to teach his sister the Analects, but his sister didn't want to hear it and went to feed the rabbits as soon as he was told.

Ye Chenjing could only give up this idea and just teach her some words and then tell her the stories he had learned.

It rained yesterday and we weren’t able to get the lobsters, so Ye Dalang drove a ox cart to Ji Village early in the morning to get the lobsters.

The road in Ji Village had not been compacted yet, so the ox cart was moving a little slowly, and Ye Dalang drove the cart carefully.

At the intersection leading to Ji Village, a woman was supporting a young boy. Both of them were carrying two large baskets of green grass. The boy slipped and fell to the ground.

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, tall but thin, with an oval face and watery eyes, and she was wearing a patched dress that was very clean.

The boy was a little younger than the oval-faced girl. He had a determined look on his face and was carrying a basket of grass that was taller than himself as he tried to climb up.

Ye Dalang quickly stopped the ox cart, took the basket first, stretched out his hand, pulled hard, and pulled the boy up.

"Are you from Ji Village? I'll take you there. I'm going to the village head's house." Ye Dalang first told where he was going.