Traveled through time with my ex-boyfriend [Chang Tian]

Chapter 63

【If you are Daji, you will not be a disaster】

In the golden autumn of August, in this vast land, the harvest scene gradually began to appear.

With the blessing of pulleys, the cave dwellings in Beilai Village were built at an astonishing speed.

However, the newly built cave dwellings are not yet habitable, so they need to be painted with mud twice, and then the pits should be plated, the doors and windows should be installed, and then it should be dried for a period of time, and then moved in after it is completely dry.

During this time, the elderly and children of Beilai Village still lived in Hanjialing. As for the young and strong, they were organized by Liao Huan and divided into different teams. Some stayed in the vineyard, some in the buckwheat field, Some simply nested under the slope of Ye Fan's house, taking care of the sunflower fields by the way.

The more Ye Fan looked at it, the more he felt that Liao Hao was a talent. He managed these people like a "production team" in a certain era, no, it was more efficient than a production team in the form of collective labor——

These teams are not divided randomly. Each team has men, women, old and young, and they are relatively average.

In addition, he divided those fields into different plots, and each small plot was in charge of a dedicated team.

After the crops are harvested, see which team manages well and which team manages poorly, and there are corresponding reward and punishment rules.

Under such a competitive model, the villagers worked hard from dawn to dusk, for fear of falling behind.

Correspondingly, Ye Fan found the request he made on behalf of the villagers very interesting - no wages, just a moderate amount of flour, oil sunflower and their seeds.

Ye Fan did not refuse.

The old village head of Hanjialing was stimulated by Liao Hao's drive, and he refused to lag behind. He came to Ye Fan with a cane, and spoke sincerely.

"I'll let go of this old face, and ask Ye Xiaolang to look at the friendship in the same village, let our family take over the work of the fungus house, and don't let it go."

Ye Fan secretly laughed in his heart——when the victims were in distress, the old man was kinder than anyone else, but now he is so lucky that he treats them as outsiders to guard against them.

"Okay, boy, listen to Mr. Han. From now on, you will take care of building a house and raising fungi, so I won't care about anything else."

Hearing this, the old village head was finally relieved, and with the help of his grandson, he went cheerfully.

In fact, in the past years, when there were no vineyards or mushroom houses, life was still the same—harvested crops in autumn, paid heavy land rent and miscellaneous taxes, or distributed some meager money and grain from landlords, and tightened belts Have a new year.

However, this year, everyone's mood is obviously different.

When people from other villages heard that Beilai Village and Hanjialing had jobs, they couldn't sit still any longer, so they asked Guan Dalang if there was any job they could share with them, and expressed their attitude that they would definitely do it well.

Seeing the earnest expressions on the faces of the men, Ye Fan held back a "no" in Ye Fan's mouth, and couldn't bear to say it.

Zheng was in trouble, but the housekeeper of Li's house stood up and said kindly, "I was going to find Guan Lizheng, and I happened to meet here. Lord Hou ordered me to tell you that after autumn, I want to build a river... ..."

When Guan Dalang heard this, his face sank.

The villagers also felt uneasy.

How could they have forgotten that Daning was the fiefdom of the Marquis of Chang'an, besides collecting taxes, he also had the right to initiate corvee.

Only Ye Fan looked at Steward Li suspiciously - he instinctively believed that Li Yao would not issue such an order.

Sure enough, Steward Li admired everyone's expressions enough, and then said with a smile: "Master Hou said, it's not conscription, it's recruiting workers, paying wages, and taking care of meals. Those who are willing to say in advance, work will start after autumn is busy." .”

After speaking, he watched "Changing Face" again, and returned to the house in a happy mood.

Leaving a group of villagers behind was so uneasy just now, and now they are so happy, even doubled.

—— Hou Ye not only does not conscript, but also pays wages!

——Looking at the entire Great Jin Dynasty, apart from Chang'an Hou, where is there such a good thing?

Everyone didn't care whether Li Yao was at home or not, they immediately knelt down on the ground and kowtowed towards the gate of Li's house.

There was only one young boy left with a white face, standing like a green onion, with his head raised high, looking towards the direction of the attic with a half-smile.

At the same time, the people upstairs were watching him.

Li Yao could clearly see the doubt and trust on his face just now, which made him happier than knocking his head a hundred times.

***

On the third day of August, when Aunt Yu is looking for someone to calculate, it is appropriate to start work and break ground.

The "start of work" mentioned here does not mean opening the door to sell wine, but to gather workers to brew new wine.

Ye Fan betrayed his lust again, and went to his ex-boyfriend's house to set up two firecrackers. There was a burst of excitement, and the winery opened in full swing.

Speaking of which, there was also a long-winded incident.

Mrs. Jiang, Ye Fan's cousin—Lin Sheng's wife, the one who was punished as a lowly person, specially picked this person when there were many people, and brought her two children, wearing patched and shabby clothes, kneeling unkemptly to the bar Square gate.

She didn't talk about causing trouble, but just said that the child was pitiful with snot and tears.

"Thousands of mistakes are the fault of my family, and have nothing to do with your two nephews. Xiao Langjun, little good man, for the sake of relatives, save them!"

As he said that, he twisted the child hard, and the child couldn't bear the pain and cried loudly.

How could Ye Fan fail to see her plan?How could she ask herself to save the child, she was clearly here to ruin his reputation!

In addition to the villagers from the nearby villages, the doctor from Jishengtang, the steward of Baicaotang, and other old and new friends of the Ye family were present today.

Most of them were soft-hearted, seeing the dolls crying their little faces flushed, shaking their heads and sighing one by one.

Even Aunt Yu persuaded: "Give her some money and send it away, just for the sake of the baby..."

Ye Fan can indeed give money, and he can also confirm the two nephews, but he can't give it now, and he can't admit it now. If he gives it, it will be equivalent to erasing Lin Sheng and Jiang's crimes in disguise, and it is quite Yu admitted that he was wrong!

Ye Fan's face was cold, and he said every word: "Jiang Shi, others don't understand, don't you understand in your heart, why did you fall into the current situation? If you really feel pity for these two children, then—"

"My poor child!"

That Mrs. Jiang has always been a seasoned hobgoblin, a veteran of playing tricks, how can he give him a chance to speak?

Crying and shouting came down, completely overshadowing Ye Fan's defense.

The children were strangled so hard by her that their voices became hoarse from crying. The thin and lonely little people were about to pass out.

More and more people joined the ranks of persuasion, and even the old doctor Bian couldn't help but speak out—if they didn't want to embarrass Ye Fan, many people would want to pay for it themselves.

Ye Fan's heart was both angry and cold.

He wanted to praise this Jiang family, he really knew how to choose the time, even if he wanted to make a bad face against her, he still had to take the wine shop's reputation into consideration.

Now that he hasn't pulled his face off yet, many people have already said that his heart is hardened.

Jiang shi was crying while secretly complacent, her withered hair covered her sinister eyes - she never planned to "clear" with Ye Fan, as long as she lived for a day, she would seize every opportunity to deal with him!

Here she yelled like mourning, the banquet could not be arranged, the guests could not be entertained, and the wine shop was the delay.

Aunt Yu was so anxious that she burst into tears, she kept saying, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault! What kind of day is this!"

Seeing the messy scene in front of him, Ye Fan gritted his teeth, and tried to persuade himself, it's better to just suffer this boring loss, and let's talk about the matter in front of him first.

He closed his eyes and was about to speak when he heard a loud shout: "Where is the sinner?"

Immediately afterwards, a soldier wearing a brass armor and holding a three-foot long knife pushed aside the crowd and came to the front.

The leader is a white-faced teenager, Ye Fan looks a little familiar, he seems to have seen it in the Li family school.

However, the other party didn't say hello to him at all, and didn't even look at him, as if he didn't know him, and stood in front of Jiang, with a cold face, and raised his voice:

"Sinner Jiang! It's not good for you to live in a confined place, and you dare to come here to make noise. What do you want?"

Jiang shuddered in fright, and tremblingly said: "I, I—"

"Bold!"

Mrs. Jiang hurriedly got down on the ground, pounded her head on the ground, and kept yelling: "Officer, please spare me! Official, please spare me!"

It can be seen that he was afraid of being beaten.

Not allowing her to say more, the soldiers picked her up, carried the crying child in their arms, and left with great vigor.

The sudden change made everyone stunned.

Then, they all remembered at the same time, Lin Sheng, and how the Jiang family deceived and bullied Ye Fan in the first place. It is said that they even forged the contract in order to seize the No. [-] Scholar Winery!

Thinking of this, most people changed their attitudes one after another, pointing at Jiang's back and cursing, but at the same time still not forgetting to affirm that Ye Fan did the right thing, they just cannot soften their hearts towards this kind of person.

Ye Fan smiled wryly and shook his head. If it wasn't for the people sent by Li Yao just now, I really don't know who they are scolding now.

It's boring, it's really boring.

***

As Ye Fan walked towards the wine shop, he was thinking about what happened that day.

Speaking of which, I haven't had time to thank Li Yao.

Also, what happened to Mrs. Jiang, and those two children... He really wasn't in the mood to ask.

Although it was resolved in the end, this matter did not have any impact on the winery. At least when Uncle Yu was recruiting workers, some familiar people did not come, mainly people from other villages.

Ye Fan's performance that day probably left people with a hard-hearted and unkind impression. Most of the long-term workers were unwilling or afraid to be hired by such an employer.

Ye Fan sneered, if he is really the kind of person who disregards the king's law and is cruel and ruthless, Jiang Shi still has his life to find trouble with him?

The fat group rubbed against his face, "Fanfan is very soft."

Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, "You are called soft."

Fat Tuan imitated him, grinned and smiled with his eyes bent, "Fanfan is also soft."

"You are soft."

"You are soft."

"You are the softest..."

The two were arguing all the way, and Ye Fan's suffocation gradually disappeared.

The white deer raised its hooves, kicked and ran.

In just a few breaths, the wine shop is just around the corner.

Ye Fan climbed off the donkey's back and stood by the door, looking at the old plaque on the lintel, Ye Fan couldn't help feeling an indescribable intimacy.

Someone saw him and raised his voice to remind: "Xiao Lang is here!"

"Xiao Lang is here?"

"Say hello to Xiao Lang."

Everyone put down their work and gathered around.

Ye Fan cupped his hands, "Everyone keep busy, I'll just walk around."

He raised the corners of his mouth vigorously, put on the kindest smile, and tried to be a good boss with a "soft heart".

Uncle Yu nodded and greeted the workers to return to their respective positions.

Guan Erlang was still lying on the kang pretending to recover, while Guan Sanlang and Guan Shilang had already come to work.

In addition to them, there are also a few long-term workers from the past. Ye Fan remembers clearly that when someone made trouble, they stood beside Uncle Yu and kept the wine kiln together.

The Yu family's father and son are authentic in their work. Although they are the owners of the winery, they never put up the airs of the owners. The workers they choose are also down-to-earth and willing to show their temper.

When Ye Fan arrived, they were "opening the cellar".

"Opening the cellar and starting the trough" is the first step in brewing liquor. It seems simple, but in fact there are many key details that need to be paid attention to. If you are not a veteran with rich experience, you will stumble in this step alone.

Don't ask Ye Fan why he knows, he won't say, he was planted all the way from a rookie.

Even after studying related majors for seven years, the actual operation is still incomparable to those veteran craftsmen.

Until the 21st century, the brewing of baijiu still cannot be fully mechanized, not to mention that his mentor has always advocated the ancient method of brewing, and Ye Fan has a higher degree of recognition of traditional crafts.

Now, as he watched Uncle Yu operate step by step, there was nothing but admiration in his eyes.

Uncle Yu didn't hide it either, and talked while doing it——

"When opening a cellar, you need to use an iron rake to dig the cellar mud into a square as long as your forearm, and apply strength to your hands. You must be steady in your mind and don't be impatient..."

Ye Fan nodded. The instructor also said that this step cannot be done with a shovel.

"Then it's time to remove the bad grains. First remove all the bad grains on the cellar skin, and then check if there are any moldy places in the noodles. If there are any, they must be removed as well."

"Uncle Yu—" Guan Silang couldn't help but was kicked by his brother.

Uncle Yu turned his head and glanced at the two brothers, "Say."

"No, it's okay." Guan Shiro blushed a little, and seemed to feel that he had done something wrong.

Uncle Yu stopped and said seriously: "If you have anything to say, just ask. Now that you are thin-skinned and only half-knowledgeable, when the time comes, the wine will be spoiled. What do you do?"

When Guan Sanlang heard this, he stood up and pleaded guilty, "Don't blame Uncle Yu, I was confused."

Guan Shilang also quickly said: "I just want to ask, is it enough to get rid of the bad grains in the noodle dregs, why do you need to dig out the mud? I, I don't want to be lazy, I just want to find out."

Uncle Yu nodded, without any intention of blaming him, and said patiently: "The pit mud is not just thrown away once it is used, it has to be transported back to the mud pond for sealing next time. If you don't dig it this time, you won't dig it next time. There will be trachoma on the skin, and then destroy a whole cellar of noodles."

When everyone heard it, they all showed sudden expressions.

Ye Fan nodded again and again, he was taught.

After working so hard for most of the day, it was time to eat before the work was finished.

Aunt Yu and Da Lang's wife each carried a shoulder pole, a drum and a wicker basket to deliver the meals.

The basket contained millet noodles, and the bucket contained beans, wild vegetables, radishes and other seasonal vegetables mixed with soup, as well as sparse corn porridge.

Ye Fan wrinkled his face, he was really dull.

The long-term workers were very happy to eat, especially the millet noodles. Many people broke them into pieces and soaked them in the vegetable soup, and they were reluctant to waste any scum.

After Aunt Yu finished cooking, she came over to talk to Ye Fan, "After waiting for a long time, Xiao Lang should go home for dinner."

"What are you doing at home?"

"Noodle steamed buns, stewed goose eggs with bacon, and silver diced vegetables that you have been talking about for days. They were picked from the slope early in the morning. They were mixed with roasted sesame seeds. They are delicious!"

Ye Fan smacked his lips and said in a low voice: "Auntie, is it inappropriate for us to let others eat this while we eat so well?"

Aunt Yu was stunned, as if she had done something wrong, and said awkwardly: "One thing and two things, that's how it was when the old club was here..."

Ye Fan hurriedly said: "I'm not blaming my aunt, I just think that our family is doing well now, and there are not many people to live, so we might as well do something better."

"Xiao Lang means..."

"On weekdays, it's still what you said. Add a goose egg for each person, boil or stir-fry. Auntie decides. Make the rice porridge thicker. On the [-]th day of the Lunar New Year, there will be a meat dish."

Aunt Yu stared wide-eyed, "There are goose eggs every day?" Even the landlord's family dare not eat like this!

Ye Fan blinked, and in order not to make her feel too distressed, he made up an excuse, "Isn't my third sister's family raising geese, let's buy it from her at the normal price, and let her make a profit."

Aunt Yu was not a mean person, so when she heard this, Dang even smiled, "This is the best of both worlds, and Xiao Lang is thoughtful."

She was also unambiguous, and immediately told everyone about the good news.

When the workers heard that there were goose eggs in Dundun, their mouths were opened wider than the goose eggs, and they were so surprised that they couldn't even say a word of thanks.

Ye Fan touched his nose and took the opportunity to slip away.

Aunt Yu publicized the matter when she left the winery. For a while, the long-term workers of the Zhuangyuan Winery became the envy of everyone-two meals a day, a total of two goose eggs, eat as much as you want, and eat if you don’t eat I took it home to my daughter-in-law, and the boss never said anything.

Based on this alone, I don't know how many people want to work in the winery.

Especially those who refused to come before, now they know that they are looking for Uncle Yu to make friends.

Uncle Yu didn't say anything to them, he just said that there were enough people and he would not accept them for the time being.

But alas, that was shabby enough in itself!

***

When Ye Fan returned home, he thought about how to get out the brewing equipment in the space. After much deliberation, he couldn't think of a good way, so he went to find his ex-boyfriend.

The concierge got Li Yao's confession, and Mr. Ye Xiaolang had to entertain him wholeheartedly whenever he came to the door.

So, the little concierge was very dedicated, and kindly invited him in, asked him to sit down, poured good tea, and called "Little Langjun" one after another. The intimacy was as if Ye Fan was the serious master of his family. like.

Ye Fan recognized that this was the person who "entertained" him when he first came.

He rolled his eyes, and suddenly there was a bad water in his stomach.

"Xiao Li."

"Hey!" The concierge nodded and bowed, thinking it was wrong, he hurriedly said, "Young Lord, the younger one's surname is Guo."

"Oh." Ye Fan suppressed a smile, and continued to pretend to be arrogant, "Well, do you still remember me?"

"What did Mr. Xiaolang say? Lord Hou personally confessed it. How can I not remember you?"

Ye Fan pointed his chin at him, "I'm talking about the first time I came back, the time I didn't see Lord Hou, I brought two jars of wine..."

The concierge's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly groaned—this little ancestor, why did he bring up old accounts?

Seeing his fearful expression, Ye Fan became even more addicted to the game, "Speaking of which, my wine is a thousand guan high-quality sake. I don't know if Lord Hou has drunk it?"

When the concierge heard this, his legs went limp—God!One thousand jars is one jar, he, they drank two jars, even if the three of them share it... they can't afford it if they sell it!

Ye Fan picked up the teacup and thought of it again, "This tea is really fragrant. I remember that the first time I smelled it was not this smell, and it wasn't so hot..."

Beads of sweat slid down the porter's forehead.

Ye Fan's tone was unhurried, "I don't know how your Lord Hou punished people, for example, neglecting distinguished guests..."

The young concierge smiled embarrassingly. He was not a slave of the Li family. He had been sold into the Li family for more than ten years. Although he had never seen Li Yao punish anyone, he had heard of him punishing soldiers. Ah, I won’t be able to get out of bed for ten and a half months!

Ye Fan crossed Erlang's legs and leaned over with a smile, "Say, will you give him a hundred army sticks?"

With a "plop", the concierge couldn't stand up any longer, and slumped to the ground.

"Pfft—" Ye Fan couldn't hold back, and sprayed out a mouthful of tea.

"Cough, cough cough... you are too timid, aren't you?"

The little concierge looked at him anxiously, his nose twitched, and he was about to cry.

Ye Fan quickly grabbed the rag on the table and smacked it on his face carelessly, "Don't, my lord, why are you so careless?"

The little concierge sniffed, finally saw it, and said aggrievedly: "Are you kidding me?"

"What do you think?" He wiped his nose with a rag, uh - there was a black mark on his face, it was oily and I don't know what it was.

Ye Fan hurriedly threw away the rag, pretending that he didn't do it.

"Look what scares you. Do you think that your Lord Hou is the king of Shang Zhou, and he cut you off just because of Daji's two words?"

"King Zhou of Shang?" Li Yao raised his foot and stepped across the threshold.

The little porter shuddered.

Ye Fan trembled even more than him, "A metaphor, it's just a metaphor, don't take it seriously! Well, I heard that King Zhou of Shang in history wasn't that bad, he was vilified by Zhou people..."

Li Yao raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to be Daji?"

"Well, it's just a metaphor."

Ye Fan scratched his head, softened his tone, and dragged him out - he had just played a fake show in front of the small porter, but he couldn't let him see the tiger eating the fox.

Seeing the young boy winking and frowning deliberately to please him, Li Yao's heart moved...and he didn't want to let him go easily.

"So, if you compare me to King Zhou, you are Daji."

"Li Yao!" Ye Fan stomped his feet, "Is it still possible?"

Li Yao tugged at his lingering bun, raised his eyebrows and said, "If Daji was like you back then, I don't think she would bear the name of disaster for the country."

Ye Fan's question mark face, what do you mean?

Li Yao pursed his lips, with one hand on his waist and the other on his back, he walked leisurely forward.

Ye Fan tilted his head, and just happened to see his own shadow on the screen wall next to him - messy hair, messy clothes, and pants with one leg long and the other short, just, like a little beggar.

Ye Fan blinked and reacted suddenly——

"Ahh! Li Yao, stop for me!"

"What do you mean I can't be a disaster, I just think I'm ugly in disguise!!!"

Master Chang'an Hou raised his eyebrows and smiled happily.

Behind him was a young boy with disheveled hair, showing his teeth and claws, lively and cute.

This is really a rare spectacle!