Be a little landlord

Chapter 13 Stone Mill

  Seeing the frightened place, Chu Zihang flipped the page in his hand, hey, why is it gone—the story stopped abruptly at the most critical point, could it be a missing page, and he carefully flipped through the page again, really The sequel to the story could not be found. Could it be that what Lin Lixuan brought over was half of the manuscript?

After Chu Zihang folded the manuscript, he sighed faintly, feeling an empty sense of loss in his heart. After this empty sense of loss, what followed was the irritability of a feather itching in the deepest part of his heart.

Really want to know what happens next in this story?

I wonder if that person just wrote down the story? Or just write here?

Chu Zihang rubbed the edge of the yellow paper with his cocooned thumb, he decided to help Lin Lixuan, it would be a pity not to publish such a good story for everyone to see...

"Little Si, I want Go to Mr. Shen's house." Mr. Shen is the behind-the-scenes owner of Songyun Bookstore, and Chu Zihang just happened to send a few newly acquired copies to Mr. Shen's house, so he thought of bringing Lin Lixuan's manuscripts to Mr. Shen Look, it would be great if Mr. Shen could appreciate it.

"Okay." The clerk in the store nodded, Chu Zihang packed his things, and walked out of Songyun Bookstore with the manuscript.

When I arrived at Mr. Shen's house, it was a coincidence. Mrs. Shen said that Mr. Shen was not at home and went to drink tea and play chess with friends. Chu Zihang handed the books he brought to Mrs. Shen. Mrs. Shen took the books and was surprised. Said: "Bitter Wood Essays?... I have found this book, and the master will enjoy it for several days when I come back."

Chu Zihang smiled when he heard this, and Mrs. Shen also came from a scholarly family, which is unusual It is believed that a woman is virtuous without talent. Although she has never taken the imperial examination, her knowledge is recognized by Mr. Shen. She also loves books, and she reads the few books that Chu Zihang sent with admiration. Seeing that the timing was just right, Chu Zihang told Mrs. Shen that he had a friend's manuscript, and if Mr. Shen came back, he would ask Mr. Shen to read it.

Mrs. Shen nodded, but she didn't take his words too seriously. She thought that Chu Zihang's friend wanted his master to help review the article. Since her master resigned, he didn't like to do this. If you are in a good mood, you are willing to read these annoying things.

Chu Zihang left Shen's house respectfully. Mrs. Shen sat around the table with the scroll in her arms. When it was getting late, she asked the servant girl Liu Xiang: "Has the master not come back yet?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Is the meal ready in the kitchen?"

"It's ready, ma'am."

Madam Shen is plump and elegant, She has a plump oval face. Although she is over forty, she does not look old. On the contrary, she has become more dignified and graceful with age. She took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, tapped her forehead twice, put down her book and was about to get up Leaving, out of the corner of his eyes, he inadvertently noticed the manuscript in Chu Zihang's mouth, and opened the manuscript lazily with his finger

... His wife was bumped into, and Shen Changwen was full of surprise—he had never seen his wife so restless...

Madam Shen walked in a hurry, and her voice was unsteady: "Old man, you came just in time , I'll show you something."

"You said—this was written by Chu Zihang's friend?" Mr. Shen stroked his beard and boasted thoughtfully: "This story is well written. "

Yes, yes, old man, you can ask Zihang to bring the second volume over tomorrow. This story is cut off from here, which is really unpleasant..."

Mr. Shen nodded to Mrs. Shen inscrutablely.

After Lin Lixuan bid farewell to Huang Yuan, he found the place he was looking for according to the map. Before entering the door, the sound of chiseling stones came from inside, which was extremely sharp in the silent courtyard. Once Lin Lixuan walked in, his purpose was to A middle-aged man with a shirtless shirt and a white scarf on his shoulders was holding a hammer in one hand and an awl in the other, carving something on a stone plate.

The big man seemed a little surprised when he saw Lin Lixuan. He patted the lime on his hands and wiped his sweat with a towel: "Young man, are you here to buy a stone mill?"

Lin Lixuan nodded, and he looked around the scattered things in the yard. A few grinding discs, the surface of the stone mill is uneven, the texture of the stone is colorful, and the workmanship of the grinding discs is simple and rough, which seems to be something seen in history books. He came to buy the stone mill for the purpose of making tofu.

After two visits to the county seat, coupled with the memory of the original owner, Lin Lixuan truly believed that tofu in this world had not been invented yet. He found soybeans at home, but the way to eat soybeans here is to mix them with rice , boiled and eaten together, very few people use it to grind soy milk, even if the soy milk is ground, it has not yet made tofu.

Because this world lacks an alchemy madman—Huainan King Liu An!

Tofu was originally invented as an accidental accessory when ancient ascetics practiced alchemy. In the world Lin Lixuan lives in now, Taoism is not respected, and no one has ever heard of anyone making alchemy... So tofu has not yet been released.

For the current Lin Lixuan, it is a good thing, gratifying to congratulate.

As the saying goes, order tofu in brine-one thing drops one thing.

As long as you master this trick, making tofu is not a difficult task, and it's just a cheap and fresh food that won't attract the attention of others. Selling some coolies and earning a little money is enough to improve the current living conditions of Xialin's family.

"Boss, how do you sell this stone mill?" Lin Lixuan didn't have a lot of money on him. The last time he came to the county, the copper coins Zhao Liniang gave him were only 465 cash, plus 93 cash for selling vegetables. Zhao Liniang didn't take the money back, so Ji Yan gave the money to Lin Lixuan and the 170 cash he earned at Huang Yuan's calligraphy stall today, a total of 728 cash.

Lin Lixuan was disappointed by the price that the big man said. There are many stone mills of different sizes and diameters here, the cheapest and the smallest cost a tael of silver, even if he bought the cheapest one, he couldn't afford it. , there is still a difference of two hundred and seventy-two Wen.

Seeing his distressed face, the big man smiled and said, "What's the matter, did you not bring enough money?"

Lin Lixuan nodded calmly.

"How much money did you bring?"

"...about seven hundred Wen."

The big man bowed his head after hearing his answer, and finally made a suggestion. He pointed to a clumsy stone mill in the corner: "Because the apprentice made a mistake at the beginning, there were a few cracks on the stone plate, but it didn't affect its use. I originally planned to sell it for a tael of silver, but no one bought this thing after several months in the store. If you want If so, you can take the seven hundred Wen, but you have to promise me a request." Lin Lixuan

didn't expect such a twist, he blinked his eyes: "What request?"

Smiled: "I just saw you ghostwriting at Boy Huang's stall, and I happen to be writing a letter to my daughter who is married far away, so please help me write a letter from home to replace the cost of buying a stone mill." ..."

"Okay, then thank you, uncle..."

The big man just wanted to write a letter to his daughter on the spur of the moment. On the one hand, his daughter married far away, and he really missed her; I really want to help him, and the stone mill really can't be sold...

When he got the letter from Lin Lixuan's family in his hands, he felt it was worth it.

"Please, uncle, send it to Bixi Village..."

"Okay..." There is a donkey cart for people to deliver goods in the store, so it would not be too much trouble for Lin Lixuan to deliver it.

When returning to Bixi Village, Lin Lixuan also sat in the donkey cart of his uncle's house. Sitting on the rickety cart, looking at the long gray-brown ears of the little donkey pulling the cart, Lin Lixuan couldn't help sighing in his heart: In ancient times, riding a horse was a must. It is a luxury thing, ordinary people like them can only touch the shadows of ox carts and donkey carts...

It is said that cattle cannot be slaughtered wantonly. Criminal behavior, if you are caught by the government, you will be sentenced.

Uncle Liu Shu heard that Lin Lixuan was no longer going back to the village in his ox cart, and he was a little surprised: "Lin Xiucai, why did you buy a millstone to go back?"

Lin Lixuan smiled and said that Zhao Liniang wanted to buy it. Grind back to grind the beans.

When they arrived at Lin's house, Zhao Liniang and Brother Yan were both at home. They heard the sound of thumping in the yard and gathered around to watch. Although Zhao Liniang didn't understand why her son bought a stone mill, the uncle who sold the stone mill was still with them. At home, she couldn't open her mouth to question Lin Lixuan.

"Xuan'er? Why did you suddenly buy a stone mill and go home? Sister Li's house in the village also has it if you want to grind beans. You can just borrow from their house. Why should our family spend that money..."

"Mom, I bought it Don't worry, the millstone has its own uses, so don't worry."

Brother Yan on the side was not at all interested in the stone mill that Lin Lixuan bought, but his focus was on the donkey that brought Lin Lixuan back. There are cows and donkeys in the village. There are not many families with such livestock, and they don't have a donkey. This is the first time he has come into close contact with a small donkey?

Brother Yan enthusiastically picked a handful of grass and fed it to the little donkey.

The slightly arrogant donkey stretched its neck and sniffed the grass in Brother Yan's hand, let out a low cry, and obediently ate the grass in Brother Yan's hand, and rubbed it against Brother Yan after eating hands.

Lin Lixuan couldn't help but smile knowingly when he saw the interaction between the man and the donkey.

The uncle helped move the millstone to the Lin family's yard. Zhao Liniang invited him to drink a glass of water, and after resting for a while, he drove the donkey away from Bixi Village.

Brother Yan looked at the little donkey with some reluctance.