Chapter 12： double yolk egg

Chapter 12 Double Yolk Egg

In the evening, Jiang Sanlang returned home and handed 800 yuan to his wife, "This is for selling deer points."

Chunniang took the money bag, poured out a pile of copper coins, and was surprised: "So many?"

Jiang Sanlang smiled proudly and took out a few more strings of money from his arms, "There are still more than seventy cents here, so leave them here with me. I'll go to the town tomorrow to buy a few more old hens for you to eat during your confinement period."

Chunniang was shy, turned around, locked the heavy copper coins into the box, and whispered: "It's still early, what's the rush?"

"It's getting late. The doctor said we should prepare early."

Not only food, but also bedding, blankets, diapers, etc. Everything must be prepared.

Not only can’t have less, but also have to have double portions, alas.

Jiang Sanlang turned his head and did not see his daughter, and asked: "Where is Ying Bao?"

“I went to my eldest brother’s place. He said he wanted to learn how to read from Yuan Bao.”

“Hey! Our daughter is so capable.” Jiang Sanlang smiled and said, “How old is she, and she is so eager to learn?”

Chun Niang looked at him angrily, "Yingbao learned several characters a few days ago, and even wrote them on tree branches for me to read. They are well-formed and more decent than Yuanbao's writings."

“Really?” Jiang Sanlang pretended not to believe it, “I will take the test when she comes back.”

The couple chatted for a while. Seeing that it was late, Jiang Sanlang got up and went to his eldest brother's house to pick up his daughter.

At this moment, Yingbao is watching Yuanbao recite the Three Character Sutra. The deer lay at his feet and slept peacefully.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Jiang, who was washing pots and dishes, felt strange:

What’s wrong with my youngest son today? He’s so diligent.

When she came back from school, she would write big characters, and after finishing writing, she would read again. She kept reading for half an hour without taking a break. If it weren't for dinner time interspersed in the middle, she would be worried that her son's voice would be broken.

Uncle Jiang and Old Man Jiang were quite pleased.

The younger son (grandson) finally knows how to make progress.

Their family might have a baby boy in the future.

In Uncle Jiang's eyes, Tong Sheng is already a great person. In the future, he can not only work as a teacher in the village, but also work as a shopkeeper in the county town, or even work as a bookkeeper to manage accounts for others.

 Chen Changrong, the eldest son of the Chen Laoshuan family in Xichen Village, just manages the accounts of a wealthy family and earns a net income of twenty or thirty taels a year. Although his family also farmed and received income, with this huge income, those days were not to mention comfortable.

At that time, Yuan Bao will also go to work for others and make money while sitting in the house. There is no need to **** or plow the fields, and he will no longer be exposed to the sun and rain.

Tsk tsk, that kind of life is the most complete.

You can't blame Uncle Jiang for thinking this way. In fact, every farmer who works in the fields has a dream of a county town.

Unlike his eldest son, Old Man Jiang did not think so far in the future. He simply felt that his grandson had changed his procrastination and started to be diligent and motivated.

This is a good thing.

"Better than his third uncle when he was a child." Old Man Jiang gave a fair evaluation, "Although the third uncle has a bright mind, he doesn't need to study."

Ms. Jiang Liu rolled her eyes at her wife, "You can praise me as long as you want. Why do you praise someone and step on someone else?"

Old man Jiang coughed and turned his head away.

In the side room, Yuan Bao finally memorized the entire Three-Character Sutra and turned to look at his little cousin, "I've finished memorizing it."

Yingbao immediately clapped her little hands and praised: "Brother Yuanbao is so awesome! I will go to school with you tomorrow morning, and I will hold the little deer for you."

Yuan Bao pursed his lips and smiled, nodding vigorously, "Okay!"

Jiang Sanlang entered the room at this time and waved to his daughter, "Yingbao, go home quickly."

Ying Bao responded, picked up the fawn, and walked out with her father.

Uncle Jiang stood at the door, his dark face smiling like a chrysanthemum, and he said to his niece, "Ying Bao'er, I will come to my uncle's house tomorrow to listen to Yuan Bao's reading."

“Yeah, yeah.” Ying Bao agreed ten thousand times.

Because she will be able to write openly in no time.

Although she learned to read in her previous life, she was not good at writing, which was a major shortcoming in her life.

So she must study hard with Yuan Bao and practice good calligraphy.

When her younger brothers grew up, she taught them how to write and memorize early, so that they would be able to take the official exams and not be bullied by others.

…

The sun and the moon alternated like a white horse passing by, and more than two months passed in a flash.

The weather is getting colder, the leaves are beginning to fall, and the Winter Clothing Festival is approaching.

The apple seedlings planted by Yingbao have grown to eight feet tall, with strong stems and strong branches, becoming a veritable small fruit tree. Jiang Sanlang and his wife were both amazed and amazed that the sapling grew so fast, even faster than Paulownia.

The little deer at home has also grown up a lot, and was named Youyou. He is strong and docile. He always follows Yingbao everywhere, as if he regards her as a companion.

After the autumn harvest, Jiang Sanlang bought two old hens and a rooster. In addition to the original two, the family now has five chickens.

With Yingbao's careful feeding, the last two old hens also started to lay eggs. Each chicken laid one egg every day, and they were all double yolks.

Jiang Sanlang and his wife were stunned.

But they didn’t make any announcement, not even telling the main house.

"Sanlang, do you think it's strange?" Chun Niang sat on the edge of the kang, sewing the baby's bellyband, and chatting with her husband.

“The hens you bought back are all old hens that don’t lay eggs, but Yingbao starts laying eggs as soon as she feeds them. She always lays double-yolked eggs every time.”

“That’s because Yingbao often digs earthworms for it to eat.” Jiang Sanlang sat on the bench and wiped the arrows one by one.

When it snows this winter, he will go to Nanshan to hunt rabbits and beat teeth for his family.

If you are lucky, you can hunt a few more and get them to the market to exchange for some pork and mutton.

“But why don’t other people’s chickens lay double-yolked eggs?”

Chun Niang just thought it was amazing, "Eldest brother's chickens are also fed with earthworms. Didn't Dani dig them with Yingbao every day? It's getting cold now. I heard Dani say that she has five hens and three Genius picks up two eggs.”

Jiang Sanlang was speechless.

But he could not admit that his daughter had magical powers.

Laughing at his wife, he teased: "Are you saying that you are like an old hen, laying double yolk eggs?"

Chunniang's face darkened, she spat at her husband and kicked him lightly, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Sanlang chuckled and stretched out his hand to touch her huge belly, "Come and take a look at our little Shuanghuang. Your mother is bullying your father."

“There is no formal appearance.” Chun Niang’s lips curled up and she ignored her husband.

 Jiang Sanlang stared at his wife seriously and sighed: "Chun Niang, how do I see that you are getting more and more beautiful?"

Chunniang blushed and turned to the side, "They are all yellow-faced women. What's so good about them?"

Jiang Sanlang clicked his tongue twice, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, stretched out his hand to hold his wife over, and pointed: "It's really good-looking, with fair skin, almost as good as Yingbao. I used to have freckles here and there, but they are gone now."

“Really?” Chun Niang touched her face and couldn’t believe it.

Which woman can’t care less about her appearance?

"Yeah." Jiang Sanlang nodded, "I thought you didn't go out much, so your skin turned white, but I saw my second sister-in-law standing next to you yesterday, and she looked like black coal against the background."

Sister-in-law Jiang gave birth the year before last. She took care of the baby at home and did not go to the fields for almost a year or two. Her skin color was usually about the same as that of his wife, so it is reasonable to expect that the difference will not be much different now.

But the comparison between the two yesterday gave Jiang Sanlang a strong visual impact.

My wife is so beautiful, she is more supple than when she was young, and her complexion and skin are not like those of a country woman at all.

“That’s nonsense, be careful if the second sister-in-law hears it and scolds you.” Chun Niang glared at her husband, but she was happy in her heart.

There is no bronze mirror at home, and the only bronze mirror that was given as a gift was sold a few years ago and replaced with bowls of soup and medicine poured into the stomach. Now that I think about it, I feel really dizzy.

Usually when she combs her hair, she only coils it casually in front of the basin. In addition, she is pregnant and doesn’t go out much, so she doesn’t dress up much.

After being praised by my husband today, I felt a little hopeful.

“I’m going to the market tomorrow and I’ll buy you a bronze mirror in town.”

Jiang Sanlang also realized his negligence. He hugged his wife apologetically and said, "Buy a few more flowers for your hair. You and your daughter will wear them. It will make you happy."

Now all the flowers have withered, and women’s heads are also smooth.

He remembered that women in the county all wore silk flowers, which were exactly the same as real flowers and were bright and eye-catching.

Chunniang pursed her lips and smiled. "Buy another piece of cloth for Ying Bao, and take advantage of my free time to make her a new cotton coat."

Since the daughter arrived at their home, most of them have been wearing Danni Erni’s old clothes.

Although she embroidered and altered the old clothes, trying to make them look similar to the new ones, or even better, they were still old clothes.

So Chun Niang always feels that she owes her little girl.

“Yeah.” Jiang Sanlang agreed, “It’s really time to make new clothes for Ying Bao.”

(End of this chapter)