The general kneels on the washboard again

Jiang Yunxiao packed up his things and came to say goodbye to Yue Niang: "Sister Yue'er, thank you for teaching me these days. Her Royal Highness's wedding is over, and I may be going back to Kyoto soon."

Yue Niang didn't feel any reluctance to leave. Everything has its end. She always felt that this brief encounter with Jiang Yunxiao was due to the obsession accumulated by the original owner.

He waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. I hope the Duke likes your gift."

Jiang Yunxiao took the dipping sauces and left with Li An.

The crops in the fields this year were ready to be harvested after deep plowing.

But on this ordinary morning, when Yue Niang was picking vegetables in the field in the backyard, she actually saw a lot of locusts.

Before she had time to clean up the dishes, Yue Niang hurried to the tea garden. Sure enough, the tea leaves were also affected. Fortunately, it was not interested in most of the spice trees.

After much thought, I realized that in this age without pesticides, the chickens at home are not strong enough, so I can only raise some ducks.

Looking at this number, it seems like a complete failure.

Yue Niang told the village chief about this discovery, and the village chief looked at the little girl.

With disdain in his eyes, he said, "There have always been a few locusts. How can it be as serious as you say? Go away. We have been farming for a lifetime. How can we not know what's going on?"

Her words were full of contempt, so Yue Niang naturally stopped talking. She just warned them, and whether they believed it or not was their business.

The only ones who believed it were Erya's family.

Yue Niang invited Zhao Xiaoming to the city, picked up several large ox carts, and brought them back to the village full of ducks. The villagers looked at them strangely.

Some gossipers have already started discussing: "Is this girl from the Fu family crazy? Why buy so many ducks?"

Some also echoed: "Who said it wasn't true? She even told the village chief that the harvest this year was not good. We have been farming this land for decades. What does a little girl like her know?"

There were also those who took a neutral attitude, such as Aunt Li with the mole on the corner of her mouth: "Why do you care so much? It's not costing your family money. Let her build it herself."

Yue Niang pretended not to hear. Zhao Xiaoming told her not to listen to them: "Yue Niang, don't listen to their nonsense. They just ate too much."

In fact, he also trusted Yue Niang a little. He earned a lot of money by taking care of the spice tree, more in a month than his father earned in a year.

But his mother felt that they shouldn't believe Yue Niang. There were only a few locusts that year, so how could it be called a disaster? So his family didn't buy ducks.

Yue Niang gave one of the several carts of ducks she bought to Erya's family. His family only had millet and rice now, and their own tea garden was more important.

With the help of Erya, her parents, Li An, Zhao Xiaoming and several aunts who worked as farmhands in the tea garden, the ducks were put in place.

I don't care about any festivals and spend every day on the mountain taking care of the ducks. After all, ducks are not animals that can be controlled.

The moon gradually became fuller, and the weather suddenly became cold for a few days.

Old Mrs. Fu's cough worsened and she caught a cold. She didn't even see the moon this Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yue Niang, who was guarding the bed, felt the pain of losing something for the first time.

Although she didn't spend much time with the old lady, this was how she imagined her grandmother would be, kind and gentle.

Thinking of those beautiful and warm times, a tear fell. Yue Niang pinched it with her fingers and laughed playfully. Is this family love?

Fortunately, under her careful care, the old lady gradually got better. Looking at Yue Niang who was tired for a few days, she asked Mother Ji to hold her down and let her rest: "Yue'er, grandma is fine now, you should go and have a rest."

Yue Niang nodded obediently: "Okay, Grandma."

Then he told Mother Ji: "Mother Ji, the medicine on the stove over there is for drinking in the evening. Let it cool down after it is boiled."

I went back to the house and fell into a deep sleep.

There were thunder and lightning that night, and I felt that the thunder and lightning would bring more than just rain.

After the heavy rain that night, the sky cleared up again, and Old Mrs. Fu recovered from her illness. Yue Niang woke up and was weaving something under the eaves.

Erya also took a stool and sat below her.

Seeing Yue Niang coming over, Erya greeted her warmly: "Yue'er, are you awake?"

"Grandma, Sister Erya, what are you doing?"

Old Mrs. Fu smiled kindly and said, "This is the cloth that your mother Ji taught Erya to weave not long ago. We are discussing making a dress with it."

Seeing such a heartwarming scene, Yue Niang also joined in unconsciously. It must be said that the old lady's craftsmanship is really amazing.

But Yue Niang never imagined that the dress was made for her.

It was a plain-colored double-breasted blouse. Perhaps because the color was too plain, Mrs. Fu embroidered many hibiscus flowers on it, making it look playful and cute.

However, this embroidery took more than half a month.

By early September, the crops in the fields were almost ready.

Recently, Yue Niang has been spending every day in the tea garden on the mountain, and only hired a few people to harvest the crops in the field in one day.

Naturally, I also heard about the severity of the locust plague. I have chickens and ducks, and I also lost a lot, but I didn’t lose everything like others.

Now there are more and more people in Yue Niang Tea Garden and under the spice trees.

The village chief and his wife felt a little embarrassed when looking at Yue Niang.

The village chief of Nanshan Village is named Fang, an old man in his fifties. Although he is old, he is still very strong. The two of them stood awkwardly in Yue Niang's yard.

The village head's wife spoke first: "Girl, are you still short of people for your tea garden?"

Yue Niang said with a smile, "Of course, we are still short of two tea makers."

The village chief was also very excited: "Yue girl, do you think we can do it?"

Yue Niang nodded: "Okay, but Grandpa Village Chief, I still want to discuss something with you."

"You tell me, as long as I can do it." The village chief was also straightforward.

Yue Niang also spoke frankly about the problem: "Grandpa Village Chief, I want to buy this abandoned yard next to my house and use it as a tea processing factory. Can you help me make some contacts?"

The village chief was a little embarrassed: "This house belongs to a drunkard in the village. I don't know where he is now drunk."

"Then I'd like to trouble you, Grandpa Village Chief, for a favor."

Now that the business is getting bigger and bigger, our small yard is not enough. Besides, I am always busy until late at night, which affects my grandmother's rest.

The village chief thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I will definitely help you make this happen. Leave it to me."

Now all the restaurants and theaters in Qingshi Town use Yue Niang's tea. Yue Niang also asked people to dig up tea trees from several ownerless forests.

Thank you for the gift of the magical nature.

If we were to say who was the one who suffered the most miserable rejection when asking for help, it would be Zhang Lan'er's mother.

She came in the evening with a smelly fish in her hand.

She pleaded with Old Lady Fu, "Aunt, Lan'er is getting married soon, but this year's harvest is ruined. If your Yue Niang had told me about the locusts earlier, she wouldn't have come to your house to ask for help."

Yue Niang laughed in the kitchen and didn't even have time to put down the kitchen knife.

He loudly questioned Zhang Lan'er's mother: "Just now you said that the lack of harvest in your fields this year was all your fault for not reminding me, right?"

Zhang Lan'er's mother stared at the kitchen knife in Yue Niang's hand in surprise: "No, that's not what Auntie meant."

Yue Niang looked at the fish in her hand and could smell the stench from a distance. There were still many lively fish swimming in the wooden basin in her yard.

Yue Niang was very unhappy: "Is this how you ask for help? I warned everyone in the village about the locusts, and you ridiculed me then, calling me a mere beggar and asking me what I knew. Now that you can't make ends meet, you come to my tea garden again."

Old Lady Fu pulled Yue Niang and then spoke up, "Aunt, keep the fish for yourself. This year is bad, and we two poor beggars can't afford to hire workers."

Aunt Li, who was frying tea in the courtyard, said, "Zhang Wang, you're asking for help with a stinky fish? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you tell others about it?"

Zhang Lan'er's mother picked up the fish and left angrily.