Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

"Shame!"

Two little children with runny noses, who looked about three or four years old, went shopping with their parents, and saw the couple holding hands and making faces, and someone next to them saw this and made booing noises from time to time.

Well?? Li Haitang covered half of her face, and she was not born and bred in Daqi. Facing the crowd, she was very indifferent. What happened to Xiuxiu Enai? A group of bumpkins who have never seen the world, but even though they thought so in their hearts, they kept a low profile.

The couple bought a fish ball and a bacon flatbread, and sat in a leeward place.

Xiao Lingchuan took the bacon pancake and only bit the edge of the pancake. He was careful not to touch a piece of meat, and handed it to Li Haitang, "Okay, I've eaten it, eat it while it's hot, otherwise It will be cold for a while."

"I'll find a job to earn some money in a while."

Xiao Lingchuan was eager to try, assuming that the couple ran out of ammunition and food, and had no money, how would he support his family? It's better to go to the pier to carry bags and earn dozens of pennies.

Daqi has beautiful mountains and rivers, and a canal was dug in the border town leading to Kyoto for special cargo transportation. A few years ago, there was too much silt in the river, which was once blocked, and then it was dredged manually by the corvee organized by the government.

No, in March in Yangchun, the ice and snow melted, and the pier began to come in handy.

With the opening of river transportation, there are naturally more hard workers on the pier. Whoever is strong and willing to endure hardship can make more money. Xiao Lingchuan is easy to carry a few bags, but the time is limited.

"?? Do coolies?"

Li??? Begonia almost choked on the fish balls. Just now, the husband said that he found a way to make money, and he was serious. She thought there was some shortcut, but it turned out to be the case. The hard workers on the pier are mostly strong men, going between cargo ships and carriages, loading, unloading, and running errands, because they have to carry bags on their shoulders. After a day, they are red and swollen. There is a thick layer of calluses, and the walking is slightly inclined, also because the shoulders are long

Time is carrying heavy objects, which is caused by left and right imbalances.

The reality is always cruel, it doesn't matter how much sweat you put in, you will gain as much.

There is usually a foreman on the pier, who deducts half of the money earned by coolies a day, or even more than half, to honor the foreman.

"??? Don't worry, lady, just find a place where the wind is blowing and wait for me for an hour."

Xiao Lingchuan was reluctant to let his wife be exposed to the cold outside, so he wondered where he could temporarily shelter from the wind. They have no money now, so it was a flaw.

"??? Husband, there is a big rock over there, can you smash it with one punch and turn it into slag?"

Li Haitang looked at the windmill in the hands of the little boy in front of him, and suddenly felt a little bit. People in this era just like to watch the excitement, and when there is excitement, they all scramble to see it first, not to mention the Shangsi Festival, and the people in the surrounding villages and towns are all concentrated in the border towns.

"???Can."

Xiao Lingchuan walked up to the stone under the tree, clenched his fist, and gave it a light blow. The stone immediately fell apart and turned into a pile of tiny stones. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was a hard work.

Ordinary people have never seen many real martial arts practitioners. They are very satisfied if they can have a fist and embroidered legs for them to watch. There were several melon-eaters standing in the row watching the excitement.

"???? Good! A strong man has a good skill, that is a real stone!"

Some people went to check the broken stones and nodded frequently. Now there are fewer and fewer people who know internal strength. Martial arts is a gradual process. Without the accumulation of more than ten years, internal strength is empty talk.

"?well!"

Some people applauded, and immediately others followed suit, "Here comes a boulder in the chest, wonderful!"

Li Haitang's face was full of black lines. Who on earth is so good? Before she set up a stall, these people spoke the lines first, but this is the side of the street, and there is still a little distance from the Lantern Festival market.

These people are really knowledgeable. Just now they sang a little song, and they can attract people immediately. The same is true for breaking big rocks now.

To put it bluntly, I borrowed an iron basin from the shop selling steamed buns next door. Li Haitang disliked the small bowl of soy sauce and vinegar they made at home, so small, did she look down on her husband's ability? The savage husband made a move, you must use an iron basin to hold the copper plates!

"?? You forgot? Now this juggling can also be fake."

Among them was a man with a candied gourd in his mouth, and he was spitting out hawthorn cores while talking, "They use fake stones, which look like they are on the outside, but they don't know what they are inside. They are light and fluffy. It's a shattered lie!"

Ever since knowing the inside story, everyone has gradually become disappointed in hard work. Maybe there are capable people, and they don’t lack a bite to eat. How could they be reduced to setting up a stall to support their families? If you have a few pennies, you might as well go to see the monkeys. The monkeys have small eyes that are alive, and they can bow to say hello and make a splash.

"???? Yo Yo Yo, fake stone? Who are you looking down on?"

Seeing that her husband seemed to understand what she meant, Li Haitang smiled, stood up, and pointed to the stone under the tree, "Just now my husband only used a light punch, someone saw it, and you have checked the stone, there is no fake possible!"

Speaking seriously, he raised the iron basin in his hand and turned it around. Only one person threw a copper coin into it. With a ding, Li Haitang looked at the oil-stained copper plate, feeling sore in his heart, making money was not easy. !

Just now???? Someone revealed that the broken boulder on the chest was fake, but she admired the faker very much.

This is economic acumen. Juggling is to deceive people and make them happy. As long as they are not discovered, the same effect can be achieved, saving time and effort for one’s own side, and making the other party’s audience happy.

It's like magic, it's fine if you don't wear clothes.

"March 3rd, today is a good day, let my husband do a little bit to open your eyes."

Li Haitang knows the strength of the savage husband, and just cast a questioning look. Although he was a little helpless, he acquiesced. In this case, she will speed up the progress of collecting money. Cake, add more meat, and add a bowl of gruel to quench your thirst.

"Little lady, someone saw you just now. We came later, so we didn't see anything. Even though the stone was real just now, it doesn't mean you can't continue to do tricks."

There are some good people in the crowd who are the first to jump out to find fault. Some people raise doubts, which attracts a lot of echoing voices. They want to see hard work, but they are afraid of being cheated, wasting their feelings in vain.

"This uncle is right!"

Li???? Haitang applauded, and there was no sound around her. She felt that she was singing a one-man show. Steal it, I have to do it on the spot..." ??? After all, I just don't have money, so let everyone stop patronizing and watch the fun, and those who have money will pay, and those who are powerful, they don't need to contribute, so they still have to pay , no matter whether it is one piece of paper or two pieces of writing, or ten pieces of writing and eight pieces of writing, in short, it is not too little if it is less, and it is definitely not too much if it is too much.