Si Niang and the others said they wanted to sell the white rice for money. In two days, they sold them all to the Xu family house. There are so many gentry men living there, and those people have strong consumption power.

Luo Yong doesn't care. Just sell it. He can still eat noodles without eating white rice. As long as these children at home are happy, Luo Yong will eat whatever they eat.

Now the task of Luo’s family has returned to Si Niang. Luo Yong just needs to wash clothes. As for the book shop, it’s enough to clean it when you have nothing to do. If someone wants to buy a booklet in the Xu family’s guest house, the children of the Xu family will come over and call someone.

Recently, the Luo family is busy making bean paste. They have to make dozens of kilograms every day. After soaking the collected beans, they are mashed with a stick and then pick out the bean skins from it.

The picking of the beans that are dozens of kilograms of beans every day is also very time-consuming and energy-consuming. The children at home sit in the yard to pick the bean skin when they are free. They have been busy for a long time. They don’t complain about hardship or fatigue. They look at the Luo Coffin Board and have to check in their hearts whether they have done too much. These little kids are too worried about the financial situation of the family.

However, sometimes you have to endure this kind of thing. Let them worry about it and suffer a little. It is better than to raise them one by one to become second-generation ancestors.

These little adults seemed to me. The more Luo Yong looked at them, the more he felt that it was too rare. He had cameras and smartphones in his space, but he could not take them out to take pictures as a souvenir. This is a great regret in the world.

The Luo family made bean paste every day, and it was soon time for summer harvest.

This summer harvest, many villagers in Xipo Village used threshing machines. Not just the whole village used one, but they had a threshing machine at home.

When Luo Yong and the others first made Yan Erfei, the villagers had not accumulated much at hand. Everyone thought that although Yan Erfei was novel, it was not very practical. It would be very different when they bought a threshing machine.

Although the people in this village sell tofu and knitted sweaters, they don’t seem to earn much, but they spend less money. Anyone who has a few money, they basically save up. At this time, the threshing machine came out. Luo Sanlang also gave benefits to the people in their village. Many people gritted their teeth and took out their savings from their homes to buy one. With this threshing machine, the wheat can be saved a lot of effort by collecting it.

By the time the wheat was harvested this year, the corn in the field also had corn buds one by one. The villagers knew that Luo Sanlang and his sister loved to eat tender corn on the cob. Recently, many people have sent tender corn on the cobs to the Luo family yard.

The Luo family brothers and sisters have to make a pot of tender corn on the cob every day. When they have something to do, they will take one and chew it. They are all when they grow up. They are all very good at eating, and they will never get fat after eating. They are all over the place. Liulang and Qiniang's two short-brown white hemp that were made last year, and this year they are wearing shorter. Luo Yong doesn't care. Just be shorter. Children in the village wear this way.

After reading a letter, Luo Yong looked up and saw that his brother-in-law Lin Wuro was still having fun while grinning.

"It's gone." Luo Yong said to him.

"Oh, I'm so troubled Saburo again." The couple was embarrassed to ask others to read the letter, so he asked Luo Yong to help him read it every time.

"Why do you need to be so disgusting with your brother-in-law?" Luo Yong said with a smile.

If the couple is different, Aunt Luo will write to him every time she writes a letter to him, most of the things she says are business matters, otherwise she would just tell him about family matters, and rarely talk to him about his experiences in Chang'an City like a letter to Lin Wulang.

Lin Wulang received a letter written by Aunt Luo today and was in a very good mood. After hearing it once, he carefully folded the letter paper, put it in his arms, and then went back to the Xu family house.

Ah Pu, a black man, was very good. He studied with Lin Wulang in the Xu family's guesthouse for so long. Now he is basically able to get started. He can handle it no matter whether he is cooking in the kitchen or going to the front hall to greet guests, so Lin Wulang can only come out and have a break at this time.

In the afternoon, Luo Yong went to the Xu family's guesthouse to teach people math classes. When he went to the back kitchen, he saw Lin Wulang sitting in their small kitchen with paper and pen, snuggling words one by one, as if he was planning to reply to Aunt Luo.

However, at his level, if there is no help from others, it will be difficult to read letters next year, let alone write letters by yourself.

"Apu, do you know how to write the word "peach" in Taozi?" Just now, I just started and wrote a few words in a ruthless way, and then I encountered a roadblock.

Luo Yong leaned over and looked at it, but he saw that it was written on it.

"I have received the letter, my mother is good, and I am good too." This sentence is a must-write every time, and this time I write it again, I am more familiar with it.

"The summer is hot in Chang'an City." This sentence was found in the letter of the aunt, and it was probably copied.

"Don't want it, you're greedy for coldness." From here on, I started stuttering.

"I heard from Sanlang that Chang'an has many () sons, you can buy them to eat..." The word "peach" can't be written, it's empty.

"Tsk, sour." Luo Sanlang smacked his lips, turned around and returned to the hall to stay.
Chapter completed!