I was a young master in ancient times

"Haicheng?" Aunt Sun happily introduced her eldest grandson to Mrs. An, "Madam, this is my eldest grandson, Sun Haicheng!"

Mrs. An looked Sun Haicheng up and down, smiled and said to Aunt Sun, "Your grandson is really upright."

"Hello, old lady." Sun Haicheng took out the letter from his arms and handed it to old lady An, "I'm from the city to deliver the letter to Ankang. Is it Captain An?"

Old Madam An nodded, took the letter, and immediately recognized that the words on the envelope were written by An Zhonghua.

Aunt Sun pulled Sun Haicheng aside and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Grandpa is worried, let me come and see you." Sun Haicheng looked around and asked, "Grandma, how is life on this farm? Does that lady make you angry?"

"There's nothing to be angry about." Aunt Sun waved her hand, "Old Madam An couldn't be more kind."

Aunt Sun suddenly remembered something, and whispered to Sun Haicheng, "Grandma left two pieces of snacks, which were given by Mrs. An, and we don't have any. You can take them back later and give them to Junjun."

"Grandma, you just keep it for food. What to do with Junjun." Junjun is Aunt Sun's only great-grandson, and Aunt Sun is in great pain.

"Grandma, let me ask you something."

Aunt Sun looked at him suspiciously, "What do you want to know?"

Sun Haicheng scratched his head, "I'll ask about shopkeeper Xu Li. Xiaohui asked me to ask."

"Xiaohui is a big girl asking what a man does." Aunt Sun glanced at Sun Haicheng, "Xiaohui has taken a fancy to Shopkeeper Xu?"

"Isn't that right. Grandma, don't tell anyone, I'll ask for Xiaohui."

"How should I tell others about this? Telling it out will make people laugh." Aunt Sun thought for a while and said, "I heard that shopkeeper Xu manages the shop for Mr. An Ying's family. The long-term relationship is good. People, it looks good. I haven't heard of any serious problems."

"Xiaohui fell in love with the shopkeeper, can the shopkeeper take a fancy to her?" Aunt Sun patted Sun Haicheng's arm lightly, "Don't stir up trouble in this matter. When I go home, I'll go and give it to you." Xiao Huixiang is optimistic about her."

"I'll ask my sister, what can I interfere with?" Sun Haicheng looked at the excitement in Medina, and asked, "Why is it so busy working there?"

"Battalion Commander An is holding a wheat harvesting competition. Big-headed soldiers are different, and they work very quickly." Aunt Sun said with emotion, "Look at the harvest just started today, how much wheat has been harvested? There are five big piles on the field." Heaped up. This piece of land will be mowed by Almighty in five days."

"It's very lively here. Mr. An is still a teacher, and he gives lectures in that room every day." Aunt Sun pointed to the classroom to show Sun Haicheng, covered her mouth and smiled, "I also went to listen to it that day. I still understand Well, here on the farm, reading and writing is free.”

"Do you know the magazine run by the battalion commander? It says that if you have the magazine, you can go to the city to attend classes for free. When I save some money, I will buy some magazines for Junjun so that he can read and write."

At the end of the day's competition, Ankang was really taken aback when it came time to check the results.The five piles of wheat on the field were already as high as two people.

The tallest one is obvious, that is the team composed of nine men with big thick arms and one thin man, they happily carried three baskets of cucumbers back to the barracks.

Mrs. An handed the letter to him after class in Ankang.

Ankang opened it and saw that the letter contained An Zhonghua's instructions to him to manage Mrs. An's 1000th birthday, and a [-] tael bank note was attached to the letter.

Ankang looked at the banknote and clicked his lips, "Where did my father get such money? Don't be corrupt."

"Master!" Huzi looked at him disapprovingly, "Our master is very clear, so he won't embezzle. The master is a good official!"

"Our wife is rich. My wife's natal family is Wei's Firm, the largest firm in the entire state capital."

"Huzi, why are you defending my father so much?" Ankang put the banknote close to his body, rolled up the letter paper, and hit Huzi on the head. "I can't tell that my father is still a good official. He hangs his face all day long, and looks at me like a debt collector."

"Master." Huzi leaned closer and squeezed Ankang's shoulders, "Master loved you so much when you were young. It's better to hug you all day than to the young master."

"But then..."

"What happened later?" Ankang squinted at him, "You deserve a beating if you say a word. Huzi, your skin is itchy."

"That's not it, young master, you are too naughty." Hu Zi jumped away after finishing speaking, "Master, don't be angry, I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

Huzi scratched his head and asked uncertainly, "Master, do you think that there is someone like Lin Yuan in the winning team today?"

"Lin Yuan?" Ankang pondered for a moment and asked, "Who is Lin Yuan?"

Huzi lowered his voice and said, "It's Lin Yuan who poisoned Sun Sanshao in Dongye County and then dug out and whipped his corpse."

"He?" Ankang's eyes widened in disbelief, "Are you sure it's him?"

"I see it. Shall I inquire?"

Ankang grabbed Huzi and told him, "Don't inquire about this matter. What happens to others is none of our business. He can live a good life and fight well. Huzi, when we see him in the future, let's pretend we don't know each other. .” That’s a dangerous person.

Huzi nodded in agreement.

After dinner, Song Shitou and a group of people from the grain camp squatted by the wall, looking at the setting sun in the distance.

Ankang ate the noodle cake that Pang Youde had just baked today, and ate a small piece after dinner, rolled with green onions, looked at the group of people by the wall, and then looked at the sky in the distance. "What are you looking at?"

"Look at the sky. Tomorrow will be sunny." Song Shitou said with certainty. "Tomorrow I will take them to thresh the wheat and dry it well."

At night, Ankang got up to go to the toilet, saw the sky full of stars, he thought, tomorrow will really be a sunny day.

Early the next morning, Ankang just opened his eyes in a daze.Huzi ran in and shouted loudly, "Young Master, I've lost my son."

"Huh?" Ankang got out of bed and asked eagerly, "Which horse?"

"Little Red Flower." Every horse on the farm has a name.What small peanuts, small red dates, small black skins, and small white flowers.These are all names given by Ankang.

At first everyone hated it, but the majestic horse turned out to be called Little Red Flower?Later, I got used to it after screaming, and no one said anything bad.

Ankang hurriedly put on his clothes, "Go, go and have a look."

In the stable, Xiao Honghua was grazing with her head down, surrounded by people.

They all came to see Xiao Honghua who was pregnant with a cub.

Ankang looked at the little pony's father, little black skin, and then at little red flower, wondering if the little pony would be black red flower or red flower black.

Lao Yang carried a pile of fodder and put it into Xiaohonghua's trough.While Xiaohonghua was grazing, he touched Xiaohonghua's face.He smiled and said, "Little Red Flower is the most docile horse here."

"Add some beans to Xiaohonghua today!" Ankang also stepped forward, touched Xiaohonghua's horse's face, and whispered, "You are the horse that wants to change the history of horses. Xiaohonghua, you want to come on."

Today's wheat harvest is the same as yesterday's, but everyone has already known the rules, and they are divided into groups on the way here.

Ankang paid special attention to the "strong man" group, and immediately recognized Huzi's "Lin Yuan."

It should be him, with a scar running from the right side of the cheek across the bridge of the nose to the left side, with a fierce look on his face.

In Ankang's distant memory, this man named Lin Yuan had a gloomy appearance, and he was still frightening when he told stories.

The big man who is now waving a sickle in the sun and laughing heartily is completely different from a few years ago.He let it all go.

Xiaofang, Lin Yuan, and Sun Sanshao, their good and evil stories were recorded in the first issue of the magazine.The sky has eyes, it's not that it doesn't report, it's that the time has not yet come.

The people in the wheat field worked for five days in a row and changed two people.Finally cut the wheat.

The field is full of golden-yellow wheat grains in the sun.

Song Shitou pulled Jin Xiaosan, and the two of them dragged a bag, saying that they were going to pick up the accidentally dropped wheat in the wheat field.After picking for a whole afternoon, I got half a sack of wheat ears.

Many houses have been built on the farm, and people from the grain battalion keep moving in after it gets shaded.Now half of them live in farm houses.

Ankang is now squatting by the wall, thinking about how to hold a birthday banquet for Mrs. An.Beside him was Mr. An who was sitting on a stool smoking a pipe.

A gust of wind blew over, and all the smoke from Mr. An was blown onto Ankang's face, causing him to cough twice.

Mr. An turned his head to look at Ankang, and continued to smoke his tobacco.

Ankang put his hands in front of him to fan the wind, and moved two steps to the side, away from Mr. An.

Xu Li has been busy with the opening of Wei's Commercial Bank in the city recently.

Ankang heard from him that magazines are selling well in northern Xinjiang, and many merchants are willing to sponsor free schools in order to attract customers.

With the gimmicks of magazines and velvet flowers, the grocery store that Wei's firm is about to open has also made a splash.Now we are waiting for the car to deliver goods to the south to come back.

"It will rain tomorrow." Song Shitou, who was squatting beside him, said with certainty, "We have to harvest the wheat."

After speaking, he called all the people from the grain battalion and rushed to the field.

Ankang smashed his mouth, didn't react, and looked at the old man An beside him, "How did he know it was going to rain?"

Old Mrs. An took a puff of cigarette, let out the smoke ring leisurely, and replied calmly, "I don't know."

"Aren't you going to help? They can't do it."

"Oh." Ankang jumped up, tucked the hem of his clothes into his belt, ran to the field, took the tool from Song Shitou's hand, and pushed the wheat grains into a pile.

Jin Xiaosan opened the cloth bag, and Huzi scooped up the piled wheat grains and poured them into the bag.

It was getting dark, and finally all the wheat was sent to the warehouse.

Ankang went back to the house and washed up briefly, then went to bed.

Huzi had just blown out the candles when there was a thunder outside.Lightning pierced the sky, instantly brightening the room.

"My dear, it's really scary." Hu Zi clutched his chest, walked to his bed in the dark and lay down. "Fortunately, we have harvested the wheat tonight."

"Song Shitou is like a weather forecaster." Ankang muttered, turned over, lay on his side on the bed, and began to think about the old lady An's birthday banquet.