Make a fortune by farming in another world

Chapter 50

That night, when Yu Zhou was almost sober, the moon had already moved westward and the whole village was quiet, without even the barking of dogs.

Fortunately, he had expected this result, and he and Jinchuan had washed up before dinner.

So after carrying Jinchuan to bed, he just boiled some water to wipe their faces and hands before going to bed.

The fixed biological clock would not change for a while. Even though he went to bed much later than usual the day before, Yu Zhou woke up again at the time of Mao the next day.

He still got out of bed quietly, but Jinchuan, who usually woke up for a moment, did not move.

Yu Zhou turned around and tucked in the quilt, and smiled in his heart. It seems that the rice wine yesterday was quite powerful for Jinchuan.

It was almost Chenshi when Jinchuan came out of the main room with a frown, rubbing his temple with one hand and holding the door frame with the other hand.

Yu Zhou just took some things to go to his master's house. Seeing this, he put down his things and helped him sit down at the table. He poured a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of Jinchuan, "I shouldn't have let you drink so much yesterday."

He didn't think too much at the time. He just thought that the crabs sent by He Yunqi were delicious, and if they were not eaten, they would be inedible overnight, so he didn't stop Jinchuan from eating more.

But crabs are cold in nature, and Jinchuan has a cold body. Yu Zhou saw him eating a few crabs and poured him a few glasses of wine.

Who would have thought that Jinchuan would get drunk so easily, and even have a hangover.

Jinchuan finished the hot tea in two gulps and muttered, "You poured it for me."

After a pause, his somewhat slow head finally turned around, raised his head and looked at Yu Zhou steadily: "Why haven't you gone to the master yet?"

"Just about to go," Yu Zhou stretched out his hand to touch Jinchuan's forehead worriedly, "Shall I serve you the porridge?"

"I don't have an appetite now, I'll serve it myself when I want to eat later," Jinchuan let Yu Zhou put his hand on his forehead, and said, "And I feel uncomfortable after drinking, not fever."

After that, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself another cup of hot tea.

Yu Zhou saw that his hand was still steady when pouring tea, and it was about time to report to the master, so he reminded him: "Take a rest after you finish eating, and wait for me to come back if you have anything to do."

Jinchuan nodded slightly slowly.

When Yu Zhou left, he saw that he was still sitting at the table and looked uncomfortable. He was worried after all. After finishing the class at the teacher's house, he hurriedly left with the excuse that he had something to do. Mr. Wen also teased him that he didn't eat enough during the festival yesterday.

Just after leaving the teacher's house, Yu Zhou saw several people carrying millet in baskets and walking under the big locust tree. He caught up with one and asked, "Uncle, are the government officials here to collect the land tax?"

"Yes, you should go back and carry all the millet under the big locust tree," said the person being asked, "The yamen runners only drove a carriage to collect our village today. If you don't pay it all today, you have to send it to the county government yourself."

"I'll go back and prepare now." Yu Zhou nodded in response, but his pace didn't speed up much.

His family planted rice in two acres of paddy fields, one acre of the two acres of dry land was planted with rapeseed and wheat, and the remaining acre was planted with at least half an acre of sweet potatoes, and the rest was corn and vegetables and other miscellaneous things.