Chapter 66 Rake Hand Wang Ge

"It's cold outside, let's go back to the house." Jia Gui told her to get down and pull Wang Ge into the main room. She wrapped her tightly in two layers of quilts, then took off her sweat-soaked footwear, leaving Wang Ge cold.

His feet were stuffed into his clothes. Hu Tou stood behind his sister and helped her tighten the mattress.

"Mom..." How could Wang Ge let the old man cover his feet? Just as he was about to break away, his aunt slapped him on the leg.

"Tell me, how was the test?"

The door of the house is high and low, all eyes are fixed on Wang Ge.

She leaned forward first, took her father's hand, asked him to sit next to her, and said, "Mom, father, I passed the exam..."

Wang Erlang coughed hard.

Wang Weng glared at Erlang, meaning: Are you talking too much? Hu Bao said it was a first-class craftsman, so it must be a first-class craftsman.

Wang Ge saw that her eldest father's expression was actually no better than that of her second uncle, so she simply didn't mention the first priority: "I passed the craftsmanship test." She pulled her feet back slightly, fearing that the cold would get to her eldest mother's belly.

But Jia Nu then pressed her granddaughter's feet firmly, and smiled so hard that she couldn't even see her eyes: "I'll say it, I'll say it, Hu Bao will do it!"

Xiao Jia pushed Wang Shu out: "Now that the fields are free, Age, I have to teach you how to be a good girl from tomorrow. Maybe in two years, our family will have another craftsman, craftsman... Yes

Bar?"

Wang Shu's face turned red. Grandma Zhen, even the craftsman didn't understand and rushed to push her out. What's the rush? Sister Cong had just entered the house.

"That's for sure." Wang Ge agreed, changed the subject and asked, "Third Uncle?"

Wang Peng had been waiting for a long time, and then he pulled Yaomei over and said, "My father has gone to Shatun again. Sister Cong, do you think I have grown taller?"

Wang Ge rubbed his little head and praised: "Not only has he grown taller, but he has also become stronger. Aai is also taller."

Wang Ai bit her fingers shyly.

Wang Weng said: "You all know, Age will be a craftsman in the future. This is a good thing. If anyone in the village asks, tell the truth. But if they don't ask, no one is allowed to ask! Okay, except the eldest brother, everyone will go back.

In your own room, Ah Shu goes to make some ginger soup, and Erlang, you go to the stove to warm yourself up."

The main house finally became quiet.

Wang Ge looked at the window lattice. The cracks in the window were covered with new mud. Under the window was a newly made long case. There were simple policies, pens, inkstones, and candle lamps on the case. He knew that it was specially bought for the tiger head. The mat was against the east wall.

There are a lot of gebu stacked on top of each other, and there are also pieces of raglan that have been cut and cut. What is this used for?

When Jia Nu saw her granddaughter looking back and forth in the room, she sighed and asked softly: "It feels like something has changed, right?"

"Well. Before I came back, all I thought about was how the house was before. Father, father, and uncle, I missed you all the way back." When she said this, she held her brother's hand with her backhand.

Little hands, the longing between sister and brother is in perfect harmony.

Wang Weng: "People, only after they leave home do they realize they miss home."

"Yes." Wang Ge lowered his head: "I didn't think I had been away for long. As I walked back from the county, the closer I got to my hometown, the more uncomfortable I felt. Then I realized that it wasn't that I didn't miss home at the beginning, but that I didn't dare to think..."

Wang Yun twitched, and Wang Ge took him in his arms, wiped away his tears, wiped away his own, and continued: "It wasn't until I saw my second uncle in Wei Pavilion and my eldest father at the entrance of the village that I felt at ease.

Also, my father was right not to mention my passing as a craftsman to the village neighbors. I am a first-class craftsman, well, to be honest..."

She recounted how she was admitted as a first-class craftsman, how she was bullied by Youyou, how Magistrate Huan helped her, how many people envied her when she was admitted as a first-class craftsman, and then how no craftsman shop would hire her.

Following her narration, the family became nervous for a while, cursed the husband at another, and thanked Magistrate Huan for another.

After she finished speaking, the eldest father said: "You are taking the craftsmanship exam to be a craftsman master in the future, not to work in a craftsman's shop for the rest of your life. What is there to feel guilty about? No matter how hard it is to make money, it is better than failing to pass the exam.

Don’t worry, no matter how cold the weather is, your uncle and I will go into the wild mountains to cut bamboo materials, so we won’t delay you from practicing your skills.”

The eldest mother agreed: "Yes. If anyone dares to make fun of you about first-class craftsmanship, the eldest mother will be the first one not to spare her!"

Jia Gu knew that if anyone in the family dared to laugh at her granddaughter, it would be Erlang's bride. Next, she briefly told Wang Ge what happened at home during this period.

There is no life in the fields, but there is no leisure at all. After entering Mengdong, Wang Erlang had to go to the wild mountains to cut firewood every day, cut bamboos, and pick wild reeds. The landowner Jia's family harvested leeks, and others gave him cloth, so he just took care of it.

Each set of clothes can be exchanged for one liter of next year's grain.

"Your third uncle, I really can't count on him! Also, why is that kid A-Zhu so annoying!" Jia Lai got angry when she talked about the third uncle: "Back then, he cried every day and missed his mother, but your eldest father took pity on him.

He asked his father to send him to Shatun. He was afraid that the Yao family would be reluctant and even took two big bags of food, so he could stay there with peace of mind. But it's good. Since he said he caught a cold last time, he asked your third uncle to go.

After his trip to Shatun, A-Zhu sent messages to people every three days, saying that he was suffering from the cold. The family was so busy that your third uncle had to go back and forth to Shatun. Every time he went there, he had to pay for the trip! I said

Then pick her up and don’t go back and forth endlessly. Huh, your elder father won’t let you pick her up, and A-Zhu over there is crying and refusing to come back. It’s really frustrating! Huh!”

Jia Gui gave Wang Weng a very dissatisfied look.

Wang Ge understood that Da Mu didn't know about the evil deeds Wang Zhu had done. At this time, her feet had warmed up, and she took the brown tassels that Da Mu was sewing. They were all sandwiched and had no seams. She knew they were sewing cold clothes.

Landlord Jia's family was afraid that the villagers would steal the catkins, so they only gave them the cloth.

Wang Ge remembered that in the craftsman's shop, square-headed shoes were made, and even the distance between stitches was strictly regulated, so he asked: "Auntie, Landlord Jia's family allocates these jobs to the village, but doesn't give them any clothes?"

"Here, here they are. The length of the sleeves must be cut according to the clothes." Jia Concubine took the top and trousers, compared them, and boasted: "Let our craftsmen see if they are exactly the same."

"The stitches are at different distances."

Jia Guo thought about it and muttered, "The tenant actually mentioned at that time that the stitching must be done according to the pattern of the clothes."

Wang Weng said "tsk": "Then why don't you listen?"

"I... Whose sewing requirements are so detailed?" The more Jia Lai thought about it, the more uneasy she became, "It must be more than just our family! Then Landlord Jia can let us farmers work for free without paying for the grain?"

Wang Weng: "I'm sure I won't give you nothing, but I know all the rules and I'll give you less than half of it. What's the point of us? A Ge just happened to be back, so he quickly removed the heavy seams."

Wang Ge picked up the pile of clothes and said, "Don't worry about it, mom. I'll take it all out tomorrow."

After the three elders left, Wang Weng took out a small bamboo tube from the cloth bag and said, "Hey, Hu Bao bought some turtle grease at the county drugstore. I gave it to you to wipe your hands. It says it can cure chapped hands."

Jia Guo pulled out the cork and saw that the white fat inside was soft, waxy and crystal clear. A rare sniff revealed that there was only a light medicinal smell, not unpleasant at all.

"How much does it cost? No wonder you came back late and went to make up stuff to sell for money again? Why didn't you tell me just now?"

"Aren't you afraid of you scolding her? She worked day and night in the craftsman's shop for two days and earned thirty cents. When she passed the examination as a first-class craftsman, the government rewarded her with a hundred cents. She also made up some things of her own.

I collected twenty dollars. I know that when winter comes, your hands will be cracked... Sigh! I bought everything, but don't... Sigh!"

Wang Weng turned around and looked at the window lattice. His old wife's hands suffered too much when winter came. Sometimes they were so cracked and even bleeding. The family was starting to save money, but where did they think it was better not to spend a lot of money?

I didn't know that this kind of medicine existed before, but even if I knew about it now, only Hu Bao would be willing to show filial piety.

To be filial, you have to do it secretly, for fear of being scolded. It costs one hundred and fifty money to buy this small box of medicinal ointment.

"Ugh..." Jia Gui covered her face, cried hard several times, and hit the old man's back a few times to make the pain feel better. "This child is just a rake! Don't give her any money in the future!"

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Wild radish (fú): wild radish. Radish had many names in different periods in ancient times. Before the Sui Dynasty, it was called "lu radish".

Mengdong: October was called "Mengdong" in ancient times. From this month, people began to save winter firewood, paste window cracks with mud, make straw sandals, brew winter wine, etc.

The medicine that does not cause turtles: "Zhuangzi Xiaoyaoyou" records that "there were people in the Song Dynasty who were good at medicine that did not cause turtles", which proves that there were chilblain medicines from that time.
Chapter completed!