C28 (1/2)

At this time, Zhang Gui Hua could only send someone to tell Liu Dao Xiang that if she had the time, she would come home to make a bowl of egg soup and if she was not free, she would definitely send it over to him.

Every time he ate egg soup made by Liu Dao Xiang, Liu San Gui would be able to be quiet for a few days. Only Zhang Guihua who accompanied him into his old age knew that his father missed his daughter, and was just too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Liu Dafu's back was a little bent. He straightened his body and looked at his foolish son, feeling extremely helpless in his heart.

”Where's the Your Milk?”

Hearing that it was Liu Qiuxiang cooking again, Liu Dafu frowned even harder.

Master, don't worry, I've cleaned up the house with my sister in the morning. My clothes were washed and hung up, my chicken and pigsty were also cleaned, and I was full of chickens and pigs. Sister went to cook, so I came back to bring tea for Father and Master.

Hearing this, Liu Dafu could only sigh in his heart. How could he not know the character of his wife?

But …

He promised that he would raise Liu Sanguan up safely and live a peaceful life in this countryside. Therefore, even though he knew that Liu Sanguan was a good student, he still cruelly allowed Liu Qi to disrupt his path of prosperity and tied him up in this countryside. Liu Dafu taught Liu Sanguan all the farming methods he knew about, and now, he could be considered to have a good hand.

Liu Dafu took out the smoke pipe and started smoking. This smoke was personally planted by Liu Sanguan, and it was not that his other sons did not buy any smoke to give to him, but only Liu Sanguan knew, that Liu Dafu was too used to smoking cigarettes, and was not used to that kind of stuff.

When he finished smoking, he also felt that he had rested enough, so he said to Liu Dao Xiang: ”Let Your Milk add some dishes to cook some scrambled eggs at noon today.”

”Hey, when Milkman comes back, I'll tell Milkman.” She didn't say that she and her sister knew where Liu Qi hid his eggs.

Liu Dafu stood up and patted off the dust on his butt, then pushed the smoke pole to his waist. This was what he loved the most, this smoke pole was something his eldest son, who worked in the capital, bought for him.

The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty all thought that gold was only obtained by refining copper ten times, and this copper of the nine fires had been repeatedly refined nine times. Unlike ordinary copper, it was purplish-red in color, and as long as one wiped it frequently, it would look particularly dazzling under the sunlight, making it look as if it was very valuable.

Liu Dafu liked to walk around the village like this, following the praise of the other villagers who praised him enviously that he had given birth to a good son and gave him something good to be filial.

He didn't have many thoughts about her unremarkable granddaughter, but it was a pity that she wasn't a boy. In the future, he wouldn't be able to help Liu Sangui with his land work.

”Go and have some cold tea.” Liu Dafu waved his hand, picked up his hoe and continued digging, he was also a person who was not good at expressing his feelings.

Liu San Gui put down his hoe and walked to Liu Dao Xiang's side in three steps. Towards this clever second daughter, he felt even more guilty, and couldn't give her a better life.

The long years of hard work had erased all the thoughts that the man had hidden in his heart.

The change in his recent life had given him a little hope for the future. He hoped that his second daughter would marry a good family and not repeat his bitter days.

”My daughter.”

”Dad, drink this.” Liu Dao Xiang obediently passed the bamboo cup that was filled with water in front of him.

”Sigh!” Liu Sangui answered straightforwardly.

Liu Dao Xiang secretly looked at her cheap father. Hearing his happy reply just now, she should be in a good mood.

”Dad, how much hemp can we collect on this ten mu of land?”

Liu Sanguan looked back at the ten acres of dry land and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes. ”Fifty catties per mu of land? That price was twenty catties per catty last year.”

One mu of land could be exchanged for one tael of silver?

”That's not bad.” Liu Dao Xiang more or less knew about the price.

”Hmm, not bad. It's easy to get infected. It's tiring to have someone wait on you.” In this era, there were no future generations of pesticides, and their production was also extremely low.