The new book of the burning prairie star

"Shall we go to the county town now?" Yang Bowen asked the team leader. It was already afternoon and it would be dark by driving the donkey cart to the county town.

"How about we go to the county town early tomorrow morning?" Yang Shuiqian looked at the other five people, "What do you think?" His son's fever had just subsided, and he was worried that the child would have a fever again tonight. If he was not at home today, his mother and wife would be watching over him, and he was afraid that they would be scared.

"I think it's OK," Yang Xiaoyong lived next door to his family and knew what his family was like. Parents would be worried if their children had a headache or fever.

"Okay, then the six of us will gather at the ancestral hall early tomorrow morning." Yang Bowen originally wanted to gather at the team leader's house, but Shui Qian's father was not at home, and there were only two women and a baby at home, so it was not very convenient. "What do you think, team leader?"

"Well, that's it, everyone remember to go to bed early and get up early!" Yang Shuiqian nodded, "Put the wine in the ancestral hall, and don't take it home." He was afraid that if he took it home, he would get addicted to the wine, and the wine wouldn't even start selling, and he would ruin it. "Everyone, go away."

"Brother Biao, can we still make wine?" Little Zhang asked her eldest son. Everyone in the village has started making wine, and she wondered what the child was going to do.

"Of course it has. The sorghum has been fermented, right? Then we can start making wine." Yang Biao instructed Qin Xiaoran, "Close the gate first. I will go and make the preparations for making wine."

"Okay," Qin Xiaoran agreed, but still didn't move. "What should we do when Xiaohua and Yang Lin come back?"

"They will definitely knock on the door when they get home, just listen for the sound," Yang Biao said without stopping, "Hurry up, otherwise it will take until late at night." Qin Xiaoran then hurried to close the gate.

"Hey, why is Yang Biao so smart?" As they were walking on the way home, Yang Bowen asked his cousin, why couldn't he think of making wine when he had started school a few years earlier than him and was older than him.

"He reads a lot of books. I heard from my great-grandfather that he saw the wine-making recipe in a book." Yang Xiaoyong said admiringly. He never touched this book after he stopped going to school.

"Yes, he has been at home in mourning for two years and still insists on studying and practicing calligraphy. If it were me, I would have given up studying long ago."

“I heard that the group assigned to plow the fields in the west of the city rushed to the county town to sell the wine as soon as they got it.” Yang Dongsheng believed that his group should also quickly go to the county town to sell wine.

"The area to plow the fields is in the west of the city, where there are few rich people. No matter how hard we work, it will be useless. We should have a good rest and see you tomorrow." Seeing that they had reached the door of his house, Yang Bowen said goodbye to everyone.

"Bowen, don't you know that your wife is pregnant again?" Yang Xiaoyong asked him. His wife and Bowen's wife are sisters. The two families live not far from each other and often learn embroidery together.

"I don't know. Did your wife tell you?" Yang Bowen was very happy. If she was really pregnant, he would be the one with the most children among his cousins.

"Well, I talked about it at lunch today. My wife said she saw your family retching and asked if she was pregnant." Yang Xiaoyong smiled and congratulated him, "Of course you can. You are only two months older than me, you have one more son than me, and now you are pregnant again."

"Hey, it's mainly because your brother is in good health, hahaha!" Yang Bowen was overjoyed. "Well, I'm going to the town to buy some meat for my wife to eat. Xiaoyong, do you want to come with me?"

"I won't go. Just bring me five pounds of pork belly." Yang Xiaoyong declined. He had to go home quickly to find a wife and have more children. He couldn't let himself be outdone by his cousins.

"Hmph, that's nothing great." Yang Zi'an walked out from behind the tree, looked at their departing backs, gritting his teeth, "When I marry a girl from the county town, I'll have seventeen or eighteen children, and then I'll outdo all of you." Yang Bowen and Yang Xiaoyong are the same age as him, eighteen years old. After Yang Bowen got married, he had a child every year. Now he has three sons and another is in the belly. Xiaoyong has two sons.

"Do you think Zi'an is mentally ill?" the wife of the village head asked her husband, why does he always want to marry a girl from the county town? Wouldn't it be better to find someone to live a down-to-earth life with?

"Who cares? Fortunately, he is not one of our descendants, otherwise he would be so angry that he would vomit blood sooner or later." The head of the village continued to walk with his wife to digest the food. "Today we ate too early. Don't cook so early next time. It's easy to get hungry if you sleep in the middle of the night."

"I've just finished steaming the kaoliang, and the firewood is still burning strong, so I thought I'd cook earlier instead of wasting it." The wife of the head of the village hit him a few times, "I worked so hard, and you still blame me."

"Okay, okay, I apologize to you, my dear, please stop hitting me." The village head bowed and apologized to his wife.

"That's good enough." The wife of the village head was very satisfied with the old man's attitude. He was indeed the one she had chosen. He was pretty good. "Are you going to town tomorrow too?"

"Of course I have to go. I'm afraid these little kids won't get into trouble if they don't have anyone to keep them under control."

"It's a pity that our Wenqi has to take part in the provincial examination, otherwise it would be great if he and Yuqi could help you together." The headman's wife expressed regret that all her grandchildren were studying. Among the five grandchildren, only Yang Zhaosheng and Yang Jiaping could not read, while the others had all studied for four or five years.

"Wenqi is also very good. She passed the imperial examination and was exempted from the land tax of 50 mu in her family." The head of the village was very satisfied. "Well, my old woman is still good at teaching children."