The new book of the burning prairie star

"Do I have to go and look after the homestead?" Little Zhang asked her eldest son timidly.

"No need, Uncle Jinxue will take care of the work and materials. We just need to wait until the work is finished and then prepare a sumptuous dinner to thank them!" Yang Biao knew that this cheap mother was socially anxious, which might be caused by the prejudice against widows in this dynasty. He just needed to take her out more often in the future. Interpersonal communication also requires training.

"Oh, okay." Xiao Zhang was obviously relieved.

"Mom, we need to make more things and sell them for money." Yang Biao thought that this time he had the good fortune of copying the collector's edition, but there would be few opportunities in the future, and the family still needed a long-term income. The speed of making money had to be faster.

By the way, Yang Lin's calligraphy should also be practiced. There are purple bamboos in Cuiyun Mountain, which can be used to make brushes. In modern times, when I have nothing to do, I watch short videos. Then, for the children's school handicrafts that they can't do, the mother and daughter search for videos first, and then learn from them before they can complete them. Xiaohua also needs to learn to recognize words. I am not the real Yang Biao, and I don't have the pedantic idea that women without talent are virtuous. When I finish all the things at hand and have time, I must put teaching them to recognize words on the agenda.

"Yes, I know. Am I not embroidering now? This one can be sold for twenty coins." Little Zhang raised the handkerchief in her hand proudly. Others could only sell it for twelve coins at most, but she and Xiuxiu had the best craftsmanship.

"Mother's needlework skills are indeed the best in the surrounding villages." Yang Biao praised. His mother was still favored, and little Zhang was not even as old as she is today.

"You kid, you always make fun of your mother. I'm not that great." Little Zhang blushed at the praise from her eldest son.

After a tiring day, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep.

As the days passed, the rice in Yangjia Village was basically harvested. Of course, there were still people harvesting crops in a few individual fields. Yang Dashan's family was one of those few. At this time of year in previous years, his family had also finished harvesting. This year, Zhang, Li (Li was pregnant) and little Zhang's family were missing. Although Yang Biao and his two siblings were young, if they worked together, they could be considered a strong laborer.

Wang was getting angrier and angrier as she thought about it in the field. She stood up and said, "Dad, we can't let the second family come out like this and ask them to give you food and money for your retirement every month."

"Food and money for retirement?" Yang Dashan squinted his eyes. The sun was too hot. "How do we get it? Who will go and get it?"

"Of course it was dad who went to ask for it." Wang said as if it was a matter of course.

"Sister-in-law, we haven't separated from my second sister-in-law yet, so how can we ask them for pension money? If we want pension money, we need a separation document." Yang Xiaozhen was really speechless about Wang.

"Just write a document to divide the family, it's not a big deal." Wang felt like a female general who was in control of the situation.

"Do you think that anyone can write a document for the division of family property? It's like playing house among family members? Not only do the parties involved in the division of family property need to sign and seal it, but the village head and five clan elders must also be present to witness it. In addition, their handprints and signatures are indispensable before it can be notarized and registered by the government." Yang Lidi laughed angrily.

"Then let the village head and others come to our house to write the documents for dividing the property and sign and seal them. It won't be a big deal." Wang still wanted the second house to pay the money.

"Write the documents for dividing the family. What things in the house do you want to give to the second wife?" Yang Xiaozhen knew that the second sister-in-law didn't want to see Wang again. When they left home, they didn't take anything except clothes for changing, so they wouldn't want things from the old house. She didn't want Yang Dashan to go to Yang Biao again and sever the only relationship with the second wife.

"What's there to share? Give them nothing. They deserve nothing, even a piece of shit." Wang was furious.

Yang Zhenzhen knew that Wang would be unreasonable and would not be able to make any arguments. He said this to Yang Dashan. Yang Dashan wanted to leave more money for the two brothers Zi'an, but if he went to ask for retirement money from his second sister-in-law, he would have to have a document of division of the family. Division of the family meant that even if it was inferior land, at least a quarter of the land would be given to the second branch. Yang Dashan would definitely weigh the pros and cons of this.

As expected, Yang Dashan fell silent. "Don't talk about this anymore."

Wang was so angry that she stamped her feet and glared at Yang Zhenzhen fiercely. However, Yang Zhenzhen was not afraid of her and did not want to pay attention to her. He bent down and continued to cut rice.

"Mom was fine this morning. Why did she look so angry when I came back?" Yang Meihua asked with concern when she saw that Wang was in a bad state.

"Oh, don't mention it." Wang told her eldest daughter that she wanted the second wife to provide pension and food.

"Mom, you'd better not ask for it now. Do you know why people raise lambs?"

"Of course, raise the lamb, kill it and sell it for money. I'm not a fool, why are you asking me such a simple question?" Wang laughed.

Yang Meihua tilted her head to the right, raised her eyebrows, and smiled at Wang.

Wang's mind moved, "You mean, wait until the lamb grows up, then..."

"Isn't Yang Biao going to take the exam to become a scholar next year? Even if he fails, will he have more or less money in a few years than he does now?" Yang Meihua was very happy to see that Wang understood something. Fortunately, her mother was not stupid.

"Although Yang Biao is young now, he has read a lot of books and has been exposed to many things. When he grows up, he will naturally become more capable. He will make more friends, have a wider network of contacts, have an easier path to walk, and naturally have more money." Wang concluded.

"Yes, mother, just watch patiently. The housing land over there is deserted and at the foot of the mountain. In winter, the wild beasts will come down the mountain when they have nothing to eat. It will not be safe to build a house there. Maybe Yang Biao doesn't have much money and can't afford to buy a better land to build a house." Yang Meihua persuaded Wang not to keep an eye on Yang Biao's family and just live her own life.

Wang's eyes lit up, "Yes, when winter comes, the wild beasts will come down the mountain to look for food, and they will eat the whole family of the second branch."

Yang Biao had been copying for two days when he returned home in the evening. He put the dried sorghum in a large bamboo sieve and beat it with a small wooden stick to remove the seeds. After the small bamboo sieve removed the impurities, he put it in a mortar to remove the shells and turned it over with a dustpan to remove the impurities. He put it in a large vat and poured water to wash it continuously. When he felt it was almost done, he scooped it out with a small bamboo sieve and put it in another large vat to soak overnight.

The next day, Yang Biao got up while it was still dawn, covered the wooden barrel for steaming rice with a clean cloth, put the soaked kaoliang on it, then started a fire and brought it to a boil. He told Xiao Zhang to steam it for about three and a half hours, and when it started to bloom, take it out and put it on a drying mat, and spread it evenly with a small wooden board. Let it cool down until you can feel a slightly warm hand (you think it is about 30 degrees), but not too hot. Then he pounded the previously made koji into powder, sprinkled it in the powder, stirred it evenly, and put it in a large vat, not too full, leaving some space, then sprinkled the koji on the top again, covered it with a lid, and waited for a month to ferment.