Chapter 544： arrive

Chapter 544 arrives

Yang Lan'er glanced at Yu'er with relief, and said warmly: "The fishermen will wear a collar around their necks, and the cormorants can't swallow the fish they catch. The cormorants have to return to the boat with the fish in their mouths to find their owners. The fishermen will take the fish The cormorants have no choice but to dive down to catch fish again. After the fishing is completed, their owners will reward them with small fish. In this cycle, the cormorants will understand that only hard-working fishers will be rewarded by the owner. Fish eat, will cormorants work harder next time when fishing?"

"Yes." The children said in unison.

During the question-and-answer period with the children, the cargo ship crossed the other side.

Yang Lan'er and others took a carriage to the inn in the town not far from the river to settle down. It took two days for the rest of the carriage to cross the river before they were transported one after another.

During the period, Yang Laner took Mrs. Zhou to wander around the town, and found several stalls selling taro, and she bought all the taro from the next year.

Back to the inn, I taught Mrs. Wang to cook some taro delicacies. The children’s favorites were taro **** and taro cakes.

Put the remaining taro into the carriage to see if it can be successfully planted at the border. Of course, Yang Laner also planted a few in the space. Both the taro and the stem can be eaten, and they can also be made into a variety of delicacies. How could she let it go?

After passing Chunshui, after another seven or eight days, the terrain gradually leveled off, and the speed of the journey also increased a lot. However, because the weather was getting hotter and hotter, the convoy had to leave early in the morning, take a rest at noon, and take a half-hour of the sun. When it's not too hot, go on your way.

The farther north you go, the more desolate the area is. In ancient times, the area was vast and sparsely populated.

Facing the hot wind blowing from the window, Mrs. Zhou looked at the endless wasteland covered with weeds, and said with emotion: "Lan'er, look at so much wasteland outside. If you plant food, how much food can you harvest?"

The north and the south are very different in terms of geography, landforms, customs and customs. In their place, it is almost impossible to have such a flat wasteland, and many slightly flat hillsides have been reclaimed.

And here, there is wasteland everywhere, even sparsely populated.

Yang Lan'er pursed her lips and said with a light smile: "If my sister-in-law wants to farm, she can buy a piece of wasteland at the border and ask someone to open up the wasteland. Are you afraid that you won't be able to grow food?"

When poor people see good land, the first thing they think of is to grow food, because they are afraid of poverty, and they are afraid of starvation, and they will not panic when they have food in their hands. This is their eternal obsession.

"Let's talk when we get to the border." Zhou sighed melancholy, the closer she got to the border, the more uneasy she felt.

Yang Lan'er saw the worry in her sister-in-law's heart, but she didn't know how to comfort her. No matter how good she said it would be better than what she saw with her own eyes. When she settled down at the border, she would then take her sister-in-law around.

"We will arrive in Pengcheng in a few days, sister-in-law, don't worry, brother hasn't seen you and the children for a few years, let's give him a surprise then!"

Mrs. Zhou twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly, lowered her head and showed a nervous smile, her husband hadn't seen her for many years, and she didn't know what was going on now?

Not wanting to continue this topic, she looked at the three treasures in Yang Lan'er's arms and said: "The three treasures and the four treasures have lost a lot of weight recently, is it because the weather is so hot that you lose your appetite?"

Yang Lan'er was immediately attracted by the three treasures, lowered her head and touched the child's cheek, and said distressedly: "Yes, adults can't stand bumping in the carriage all day, let alone a baby less than four months old."

(end of this chapter)