Dressed as a farm girl, she randomly cheats and makes the whole family happy

After eating, several children from the Zhao family took the initiative to take paper and pens to practice calligraphy.

Wu Yang stood by and watched his younger brothers and sisters practice calligraphy. Mr. Zhao gave him a set of pen, ink and paper when he saw him standing alone.

"Brother Yang, your words are worse than mine."

Zhao Changfu picked up a piece of paper he had just finished writing on and blew on it carefully.

"Nonsense!" Wu Yang retorted without raising his head.

After finishing the last stroke, he raised his head to look at what Zhao Changfu had written.

"Hehe. Our words are the same, no one can say anything about the other."

The handwriting of both of them is more than neat and neat, but lacks sharpness and lacks flavor.

Zhao Changfu didn't take it seriously and held his head high, "Brother Yang, I'm not bragging. I am the worst calligrapher among the sisters in the family."

Wu Yang was confused, "Then why are you so proud? The worst thing you can do is brag."

"Hey." Zhao Changfu pointed at Zhao Changan and Zhao Yigui.

“I’m the worst at writing.”

"It means my younger brothers and sisters are good at writing!"

"Nan Zhou and Sister Cha are still young. Let's not talk about it for now. Just take a look at them."

The two people who were pointed out were completely unaffected and concentrated on writing their own words.

Wu Yang walked around behind the two of them and looked at them. Every stroke they drew was very serious.

The strokes of the written words are similar but different, with their own styles.

It is indeed better than my own handwriting!

There are also Zhao Nanzhou and Zhao Yicha, children who are just over three years old and can write well.

Wu Yang was greatly shocked.

"At what age did you start practicing calligraphy?"

Zhao Changfu spread out the next chapter and said, "Three years old."

"No, Nanzhou and Yicha have only been together for a few months."

I think of my younger brother at home, who is almost three years old. He only cries and is always running around.

I really want a younger brother.

It doesn’t matter if you have a few more!

"

Ah Yang. "

Chen Jingzhi warned, "Concentrate on practicing calligraphy."

There are several children, but he is the oldest and the most noisy.

"oh oh."

Zhao Changfu had already picked up the pen and started writing. The person who was laughing and joking just now changed his demeanor when he took the pen and became serious and steady every stroke.

Wu Yang secretly exclaimed, not daring to delay, as he could not keep being compared with his younger brothers and sisters.

"Dad, how do you like the tea trees at the village chief's house that you went to see this morning?"

Boss Zhao took the initiative to ask, which was related to the development of the village.

"I don't know anything about farming. According to the village chief, farming is easy."

The Zhao family also goes to the mountains to pick tea leaves every year, but not much. After all, there are so many people in the village and they cannot pick them all at once. They have to leave some for others.

The tea leaves picked every year are only enough for each person to drink a few bowls and taste them.

Zhao Laosan has never drunk other tea leaves, only tea leaves from the mountains.

"Does tea from the mountains taste different from tea from other places?"

Chen Jingzhi replied: "It's different. It tastes cleaner when I drink it."

Mr. Zhao got up and went to boil water. "The village chief brought us some tea. Let's have a drink."

Li Xiuxiu and Zhao Miaomiao were washing dishes together, while He Sutong was packing things on the stove.

Seeing his father-in-law setting up firewood, He Sutong quickly stepped forward and said, "Dad, what do you want to do? I'll do it. I'll do it."

Mr. Zhao took out the tea bag and said, "I'll boil some water and make some tea."

He Sutong put down the basket in his hand and turned around to scoop water.

"Dad, you go and sit down, I'll do it."

"Are there any sweet pears in the village now?"

The ripening season for pears has just passed. Since there are many pear trees in Lihua Village, the villagers should still be able to pick them.

Mrs. Zhao was picking up shoe soles when she heard the words and replied

He replied: "Yes, I still have some at home."

There are really many pear trees in Lihua Village. Although the pears are not very popular, you can keep them for yourself.

Every year when pears are ripe, every household in the village goes to pick pears.

Mrs. Zhao collects the grain, and the rice grains are locked in boxes.

You can pick pears at will in the village for free, and it's okay, just put them on a wooden shelf specially designed for vegetables.

Zhao Laosan went to get some pears.

The pear is not big, narrow at the top and round at the bottom. It can be eaten in just a few mouthfuls, and the skin is a bit rough to the touch.

"Sir, I will cut one for you and you can try it."

Chen Jingzhi heard something that was awkward for an adult. Since he is the master's child, he should be called his brother.

"There's no need to call me sir. I should be about the same age as you, so we can be considered brothers."

Zhao Laosan said with a smile while peeling: "Should we rank them by brother or brother? Do we have to rearrange them?"

The Zhao family has no other relatives in the village. Mrs. Zhao has no brothers and sisters. Mr. Zhao has a brother and a sister, but they lost contact decades ago.

When a clan relative either dies or moves away, the Zhao family's ranking does not matter to the rest of the clan.

Now is the time to join the new brothers and line up again.

Chen Jingzhi took the initiative to ask the ages of the three brothers.

Comparing several people, Chen Jingzhi is one year younger than Mr. Zhao, and older than both Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhao.

"In this way, I should be called Brother Zhixu, Brother Jiaxiang, and Brother Yanshan."

Zhao Laosan quickly peeled the pear and handed it to Chen Jingzhi.

"Brother Jing, give it."

Chen Jingzhi smiled and accepted the title.

Take a bite of pear flesh, and the sweet pear flesh mixed with juice pours into your mouth.

"So sweet."

Zhao Laosan peeled another one and gave it to Mr. Zhao, "It's very sweet and juicy."

Chen Jingzhi is very fast

After eating a pear, I don’t understand why it can’t be sold.

"Even if sweet pears are popular, there should still be people eating sweet pears. Why can't they be sold if they are so sweet?"

Mr. Zhao lamented, "Many nearby villages have planted some. Although they are not planted on a large scale like our village, there is enough to eat, so they won't spend money to buy it."

"In addition, sweet pears are small in size, so many people are reluctant to buy them just because of their size."

"Sweet pears are gradually becoming unsaleable in the county, and the journey to other places is too long."

"To this day, people in this village are not willing to go out and sell sweet pears. The younger ones go to the county to help, and their income is no less than selling sweet pears."

Zhao Laosan said while peeling, "I think the sweet pears in our village taste no worse than sweet pears."

"The sweet pears are just big and not as sweet as the sweet pears from our village."

"If we sell it in other counties or farther away, it will definitely sell well."

Chen Jingzhi suddenly remembered something.

"Tangsu shops have become popular in the capital recently. I heard that they were opened by the third lady of the Prime Minister's family."

"It is unparalleled in the capital, and one of them is the rock sugar snow pear dish, which is the most famous."

"It doesn't look like pears. I don't know where the pears are from."

Lu Ming had been eavesdropping and heard the candy shop.

When did sugar water shops exist in ancient times?

"Brother Jingzhi means that you can change the selling method?"

Zhao Laosan understood what Chen Jingzhi meant.

"For example, sold as a raw material."

Chen Jingzhi nodded, "That's what I mean."

"If you think about it differently, you might be able to sell it well."

"Coupled with the tea in the village, we should be able to develop quickly."

The water is just about to boil. Farmers don’t have teacups, they use bowls instead.

How many times did He Sutong wash?

A clean bowl, with some tea leaves in one bowl.

When the boiling water is poured in, the aroma of tea comes out immediately.

The water in the well is sweet, and the tea has a hint of aftertaste.

Chen Jingzhi took a sip and said, "It's really fragrant."

"Ah Yang."

Chen Jingzhi suddenly called Wu Yang. Wu Yang had just finished writing a page and was changing it. He looked up in confusion after hearing this.

"Teacher, are you calling me?"

Chen Jingzhi waved to Wuyang.

"Come and taste this tea."