The new book of the burning prairie star

When Yang Biao arrived at his own field, he looked at the sun hanging high in the sky. It was probably around ten o'clock in the morning. He walked to the place where his family usually put farm tools, took out a sickle from the basket, took out a straw hat and put it on, and was about to go to the field. "Hey, why don't you wait until lunch? It's so hot!" Hearing the annoying voice, Yang Biao paused, but still didn't say anything. He walked silently to the rice and bent down to cut the rice.

"My second brother's wife is really well-educated. Biao is also smart and uses his brain in everything he does. We are not like the rest of us who are born dumb and have no other ideas except working with all our strength. We work ourselves to death and still end up being laughed at for being fools with brute strength but no flexibility."

Xiao Zhang pretended to be thirsty. There was a pottery jar and some bowls of water in the shade beside the field. She went there and poured two bowls of water. She held one bowl in each hand and walked to Yang Biao while drinking. She handed the bowl of water that he had not drunk to his eldest son. Yang Biao took the water, drank it in one breath, and returned the bowl to Xiao Zhang. The mother and son looked at each other without saying a word, and then went to work separately.

"Old woman, it's time to cook!" Yang Dashan shouted to Zhang who was not far away.

"Oh, got it!" Zhang put down the rice in her hand, stuck her sickle into the ground, clapped her hands, took off the straw hat on her head, fanned her face, and looked aside: "Qiao'er (little Zhang) will come home with me to cook today."

"Okay, Mom." Little Zhang quickly put down the bundle of rice in her hand and followed Zhang.

Wang was very angry when she saw that her mother-in-law did not ask her to go home to cook today. Yang Biao thought it was an exaggeration when he heard people describe her face as so gloomy that it could rain. But when he saw it today, he realized that the description was indeed very apt. He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, feeling that he had really broadened his horizons.

At noon, Yang Biao saw from afar that Xiao Zhang was carrying a prepared meal towards her own field. He quickly ran forward, took the meal from her hand, and shouted to the field, "Grandpa, uncle, third uncle, eldest brother, second brother, it's time to eat!"

"Okay," everyone responded, and gathered around.

Yang Zian went to the stream beside the field and fetched a bucket of water. Everyone washed their hands and feet with the water. "What are you doing? You don't have a man anymore, so you want to hook up with someone else. Why are you so slutty?" Xiao Zhang just handed the bowl to everyone so that they could serve the rice. But Wang pushed her away and kicked her. Xiao Zhang fell to the ground, while Yang Biao was serving the rice with his head tilted. "You can't do without a man, right? You'll die without a man, right? You slut, you even want to seduce the uncle of your own child..." "Shut up!" Yang Biao couldn't listen any more, and went over to help Xiao Zhang up. He was surprisingly calm: "Aunt, if you don't like my mother, our family can leave. There's no need to throw dirty water on my mother."

Yang Lidi glared at Wang fiercely, and Wang stiffened her neck and glared back. Yang Biao called his brothers and sisters to his side: "Grandpa, it is said that widows are prone to gossip, but I didn't expect that today's gossip would come from within the family. In this case, from now on, the second wife will move out of the house."

"Biao, wait a minute, don't..." Yang Zhenzhen wanted to keep them, but was held by Yang Dashan next to him. Yang Zhenzhen looked at his father in confusion. Is he just going to watch the second family leave like this? Why didn't his father try to persuade them?

Yang Biao took little Zhang and her younger brother and sister back home. Zhang was nowhere to be found, and Yang Biao did not bother to care about her. He first went to the west room where he lived and took out ten taels of silver. Then he came out and said to little Zhang, "Mom, you and Xiaohua pack up your things. I will go to the head of the village to buy a house site."

"Well, it's better to choose a place far away from the old house." Xiao Zhang really didn't want to see Wang again.

"I know, I'll take care of it."

Yang Biao walked towards the village head's house according to his memory. When he arrived, he looked at the beautiful blue brick and gray tile house in front of him and thought that he could own one too. He walked to the gate and asked, "Uncle village head, are you home?"

"Shouldn't you be harvesting rice in the fields?" Yang Meihua was practicing embroidery in the house with the headman's second daughter-in-law. When she heard Yang Biao's call, she followed him out, feeling very surprised that he would come here.

"It has nothing to do with you, go away." Yang Biao was not happy with her.

"Hey, you're so fierce today." Yang Meihua wanted to say something to him, but when she saw the head of the village had come out, she pulled her sister and other girls who were learning embroidery back to the room where they had been before.

"Uncle village head..." Yang Biao looked at the village head who was in his fifties and suddenly burst into tears. God is my witness, I don't want to cry. It may be the original owner's body consciousness at work. The village head looked at the crying boy, hugged him and walked into his room, closed the door, silently waiting for the boy in front of him to calm down, and then told him what happened in the field today.

"This Wang is too outrageous. How can Dashan, as an elder, just let her act like this?" The head of the village was extremely angry when he heard this.

"Uncle, I want to buy a residential plot, but I don't know how to do it?"

"It depends on where you want to go. The more remote it is, the cheaper it will be." Li Zheng walked to the desk and took out a land map from the box next to it. He also knew that Yang Biao had earned a lot of money from copying in the past two years. Although the money did not have to be handed over to the government, he still had to pay for his own writing tools and pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Yang Dashan didn't care.

"The ones with red stamps on them are owned by someone. You can choose this one, this one, and that one," said the village head as he pointed to Yang Biao.

"Uncle Lizheng, I choose this place."

"This place is too remote, and there aren't many people living here. Aren't you afraid of letting Biao live here?" The head of the village tried to stop them, guessing that the boy might be a little short of money and wanted to save some money on the homestead, but it was still necessary to remind him not to regret it in the future.

"Don't be afraid, uncle the village head, don't worry, I have a plan." After some persuasion, Yang Biao still insisted on choosing the residential land at the foot of the mountain.

"Well, if you regret it, you can always come and switch with me."

"Well, how much does this land cost?"

"This piece of land is full of sand and rocks, and it's considered a wasteland. Just give me one or two taels of silver." The head of the village said helplessly when he saw that he was not convinced.

"How big is this piece of land?"

"About three or four acres." Yang Biao saw that he was nonchalant and said, "I want to buy them all. How much do I need?"

"What? Are you stupid, little kid? This is wasteland. It's all sand and gravel. You can't grow crops on it. It can be used to build houses." The head of the village was frightened by what he said.

"Uncle, I really want to buy it. Just tell me how much it is."

"Wasteland is usually sold for one tael of silver per mu. This place has more than four mu, so I'll give you three taels."

"Uncle, the village head, do you know where to order bricks and tiles?" Yang Biao knew that the village head's youngest son was a bricklayer and wanted to make a good deal of it.

"My youngest son makes a living from this. Let him take you to place an order later."

Sure enough, the village head mentioned his youngest son. "Here are ten taels of silver, use three taels to buy the house site, and for the rest, ask the village head uncle to help find a craftsman to build the house and the required wood. I don't know much about this." Yang Biao took out the silver from his pocket.

"Okay, I will write you a land purchase contract now. You can regret it at any time before building the house!" The village head emphasized again that he still felt that buying wasteland was not a wise move. It was not something an adult could do. Alas, it seemed that he was only fourteen years old this year and was indeed not an adult.

"Well," Yang Biao took the written contract and handed the silver to the village head: "Uncle, is there any vacant house in the village?"