You are unlucky and I am tough

On the second day, the sky was clear and the family got up one after another. When Cheng Shuang was sitting in front of the bronze mirror combing her hair, she saw Wei Qinglang, who was still lying in bed, got up and folded the quilt. She suddenly remembered that this guy seemed to have not secretly gone to the space to play games for a long time.

She has managed to adjust this schedule, but it may also be because she has too much to do and is too tired to take care of it.

Whatever the reason, she and Wei Qinglang seemed to have become more and more adapted to this world.

For breakfast, they had noodles rolled by Cheng Panqi early in the morning, and braised pork noodles with braised pork. After eating, Wei Qinglang harnessed the donkey cart.

Cheng Shuang was combing the hair of her two younger brothers. The French hairstyles for men in Daliang include full bun and half bun. Since her two younger brothers usually run around in the village, Cheng Shuang always buns their hair up.

This time, half of their hair was combed again, and the tied part was fixed with the simplest wooden hairpin bought in the mall. They were also dressed in new clothes bought in the capital city.

"So cute." Cheng Shuang pinched Cheng Xu's face, which had already become a little chubby. Looking at the two younger brothers' handsome features, she could already imagine that they would all be handsome and extraordinary men when they grew up.

The original owner's family is actually all good-looking. The original owner's grandfather was well-educated. He was handsome and praised by everyone when he was young. The wife he later married was also pretty. The children he gave birth to were all good-looking, and each of them had a pair of peach blossom eyes.

In particular, the original owner's father, Cheng Laosi, looked the most like the original owner's grandfather. It was because of his good looks that he fell in love with the original owner's mother at first sight. The original owner's mother was an absolute beauty, so naturally, no matter who the children she gave birth to looked like, they would not be bad.

However, the children of the first and second wives were not so lucky. Hu Chunhua had a round face, a flat nose and ugly eyes, while Cao had high cheekbones and a protruding mouth. Ugliness is a dominant gene, and several children have inherited it to some extent.

Cheng Caijun looks the most like Boss Cheng, and can be considered a handsome boy. Unfortunately, he inherited Hu Chunhua's flat nose, which wastes his good-looking face and eyes.

After daybreak, Zhao Xiuwen knocked on the door and said that they could set off. He put on the scholar's robe of the academy again, and his temperament was gentle and refined, which was unique to scholars. Cheng Chen and Cheng Xu immediately went up to him and surrounded him, asking him what the private school was like.

Wei Qinglang set off in a donkey cart with three people. At the entrance of the village, he met Cheng Zhengyi and Yang who were going to the county town to sell braised food. The two donkey carts traveled together and talked and laughed.

Not long after Wei Qinglang and the others left, all the people who helped to open up the wasteland arrived. Including Xu Daqing, there were six people in total. They were all hardworking and capable young men selected by Xu Daqing. They were paid 30 cents a day and had to bring their own tools.

After the six people started to get busy, Cheng Shuang was not idle either. She went to Beishan with the rest of the family to continue planting watermelons.

On the way, they met Cheng Guifang who was washing clothes by the river. When she saw them, she lowered her head and hurried away, leaving the women who were traveling with her confused.

After being busy until noon, Cheng Lizheng came slowly over with the help of a cane, followed by two boys aged seven or eight, who were Cheng Zhengde's youngest son and Cheng Zhengyi's second son.

Cheng Lizheng was also strolling over with nothing to do. Seeing Wei Xinyi helping to sow seeds and sweating profusely from the heat, he asked his two grandsons to help.

Cheng Li was sitting on the edge of the field when he said to Cheng Shuang, "I asked my eldest daughter-in-law to plant the seeds you gave us in the vegetable garden behind the house. She planted three acres of mustard greens and one acre of cabbage. The rest of the crops were only planted on less than half an acre."

Cheng Shuang stood up, stretched her aching waist, smiled and said, "When the mustard greens are ripe, I'll go teach Aunt Qi and the others how to pickle sauerkraut. Pickled sauerkraut can be eaten for a long time. It can be stir-fried, stewed, or made into soup. It's most convenient to eat in winter."

Cheng Lizheng nodded repeatedly, then looked at Cheng Shuang as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Cheng Shuang noticed something was wrong and asked, "Grandpa Lizheng, do you have anything to say?"

"I wanted to ask you, how much of this mustard seed did you buy? If other families in the village want to grow it, do you have seeds to sell to them?"

As the village head and the head of the Cheng family, the first person he thinks of when something good comes is the villagers. However, he is not sure whether Cheng Shuang has extra seeds.

"So it was because of this. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to buy them in the future, so I bought a lot of seeds this time."

Cheng Shuang smiled and said, "Grandpa Lizheng, you can tell the villagers that those who want to grow mustard can come to my house to buy seeds. Twenty cents a bag."

Getting seeds was a simple matter. She could get as many as she wanted in the mall, and a big bag cost only three or four cents.

But it was impossible for her to sell it to the villagers for only three cents. The mustard seeds in the city's trade merchants cost forty cents a bag, and the quantity was not as much as in the mall. Selling it for twenty cents a bag was not a high price.

With twenty cents, they can cultivate three mu of land and harvest seven or eight hundred kilograms of mustard greens. No matter how you look at it, they are making a profit.

Cheng Lizheng smiled brightly when he heard there were so many seeds. "Okay, okay, I'll go back and have someone notify them."

"Then you can ask the villagers who need seeds to come to my house in the afternoon to buy them. We will go back when the sun gets hotter." Cheng Shuang said, and suddenly remembered something else, so she ran over and sat down next to Cheng Lizheng.

"Mr. Village Head, the work of treating the villagers' headaches is almost done. This is my plan. After the wasteland at home is reclaimed and the vegetable seeds are planted, I will prepare to go into the mountains with Qinglang to look for Gastrodia elata.

You should select some trustworthy people over the next few days, about fifteen or sixteen, young and strong, and after four or five days, they will go into the mountains with us."

"Okay, leave the organization to me. I'm sure they'll be reliable." Cheng Lizheng nodded repeatedly in agreement.

He was also always thinking about the medicine. He wondered how much Gastrodia elata he could find in the mountains. If it wasn't enough for the whole village, he would have to buy it at a high price. Many families simply couldn't afford so much money, and then there would be a quarrel over how to distribute the medicinal materials.

Cheng Shuang noticed his worry and comforted him, "Don't worry, Village Chief. The old forest is so big, we will definitely find enough Gastrodia elata."

When it came to treating headaches, Cheng Lizheng could no longer sit still. He left his two grandsons to help and went back.

He planned to first call a few elders over to tell them what happened, and then discuss with them to select a dozen people to go into the mountains to look for medicinal herbs. This matter had to be kept secret for the time being until all the herbs were gathered.

Today they also brought some dry food with them. At noon, Cheng Shuang gave the village head's two grandsons a piece of bread each and sent them home. After the family had eaten, they were busy for about an hour. As the sun was getting hotter, they went home first.

The rest should be planted in one more day tomorrow.

The man outside the house who was helping to clear the wasteland was still working hard. He first cut the weeds, then cleared the gravel and weed roots, and finally turned the soil.

All the weeds were cut in one morning, and the cleared gravel was spread on the path ahead to fill the road. When the road was almost filled, it was dumped at the foot of the bamboo mountain.

Cheng Shuang looked at the progress for a while and felt that it could be finished tomorrow morning. In the afternoon, he would cut bamboo and build a fence. Two days would be just right.

The sun was high in the afternoon and the family was resting at home. Around noon, someone really came to buy vegetable seeds. The first one to come was Chen, who came with Cheng Xiaomai.

As soon as Chen came in, she took out some money and said, "Here are twenty coins. The village head was talking about this mustard green. He said it has a high yield and can be made into sauerkraut. I don't know what sauerkraut is, but the village head said it's a good idea, so I thought I'd plant some and try it out."

Cheng Shuang took the money, turned around and went into the room to get a bag of vegetable seeds, and also took a bag of pastries for Cheng Xiaomai.

"Xiaomi, this red date cake is for you. Take it back and eat it with your brother."

Cheng Xiaomai opened her big watery eyes, but did not reach out to take it. Instead, she looked at her mother.

Chen quickly pushed the cake back and said, "No, no, it's so embarrassing. Dim sum is precious. Leave it for your younger brothers and sisters at home."

"They still have some. This bag is only a few dollars. Let the child take it back and eat it." Cheng Shuang took Cheng Xiaomai's hand and put the thing directly in her hand.

Chen smiled sheepishly and stopped refusing. "Then if you need any help from me in the future, just let me know."

Cheng Shuang nodded, squatted down and touched Cheng Xiaomai's head, "Aunt Chen, has Xiaomai been in poor health since childhood?"

Chen sighed, "Yes, I was born with a weak constitution and have been a sickly person since I was little."

Cheng Shuang only asked this question and didn't say anything else. It would be too abrupt to tell Chen that she could treat illnesses and cure her daughter. It would be better for her to treat the villagers' headaches first, and wait until the news of her becoming a disciple of the miracle doctor spread, and then she could treat the child.