Early in the morning of the next day, Gouzi came to the foot of Shemo Mountain with a hoe and a hatchet. Shemo Mountain is full of big stones, small stones, and thin stones... One or two crooked small trees grow tenaciously in the cracks of the stones. There is a stone cave near the foot of the mountain, shaped like an open snake's mouth. A clear spring flows out of the stone cave, pouring between the rocks to form a small stream. Next to the small stream, there is a small mountain path. This path is one or two feet wide, and the narrowest part is less than one foot. Gouzi squeezes through the cracks between the stones sideways. The mountain is high and the road is slippery. It is more difficult to climb than the mountain where he planted seedlings. He stumbled and finally reached the top of the mountain. Looking from the top of the mountain, he finally saw some slightly neater stone nests scattered on the top and the mountainside. This kind of stone nest is surrounded by stones on all sides, with a pit in the middle to collect rainwater and soil. Locals call it a stone nest. Among them, there is a relatively large stone nest, surrounded by huge stones on all sides, with a piece of land in the middle, about three acres, where the new field reclaimed by the old stubborn donkey is located. Coming to this kind of stone mountain to reclaim wasteland, the old stubborn donkey is also a man who dares to think and do, which is very fitting for his name.
Unfortunately, this old stubborn donkey, who forgot to eat and sleep, got up early and worked late, died after only half of the work. Walking into this stone nest, digging through the thick ice and snow with a hoe, revealing the black soil on the surface. The soil is so fertile, no wonder it was noticed by the old stubborn donkey. The dog first cleared the snow on an acre of land, then sprinkled rice seeds and watered it. In the next few days, Gouzi went back and forth between Sheshan Mountain every day, bringing firewood, straw and other family wealth here. At the same time, the rice seedlings there were gradually maturing. After harvesting this time, all the rice stubble was pulled out and burned without leaving any trace. After more than ten days of hard work, all the rice seedlings on the top of the mountain were harvested, and even the wild vegetables were moved here. There were more than ten buckets of rice harvested this time, filling three full bags. Gouzi lay on the rice, counting on his fingers, and calculated that if he ate one liter a day, these millets would be enough for him to eat for half a year. Moreover, the one acre of land on the Sheshan side was about to be harvested, and at least four stone of rice would be harvested. If he didn't eat and drink a lot, there would be enough food for the whole year. Now that he had food, he began to have some other little thoughts. He looked down and saw his pants were torn into rags. Not only were there leaks everywhere, but the places that should be covered were not covered. The ropes tied several times could not hold them. He wanted to buy a new pair of pants. He also wanted to buy an iron pot. Now he didn't have a pot, so he used tiles to fry rice every day. His throat was smoking, his mouth was sore, and his face was constipated. Sometimes he thought about it and felt that he was too pretentious. He didn't have any food before, but now he has food and drink, but he has so many problems. People don't live too well. In the future, he will live here for a long time, and he will build a thatched house. This time he will build a bigger one. If he has extra money, he also wants to get a few wooden boards and make a bed. Sleeping on the ground with thick grass is cold and damp...
The dog shook his head and threw away many unrealistic ideas in his mind. After just two full meals, he didn't know who he was. He had so many squandering ideas and even wanted to have meat every meal. Five days later, the one-acre rice in the stone nest was harvested and more than four stones were harvested. However, just when he planned to go to the town to sell grain and buy pants, one thing made him very embarrassed. What if so many rice grains were stolen here? Even if no one stole them, the rats and sparrows in the mountains would steal a lot. He was thinking, should he put these rice grains into the gourd and carry them with him. The gourd was already filled with a lot of water. Would the rice grains be soaked and rotten if they were put in? But this question will be known after a try. First try to put some rice grains in, and then try to pour them out the next day. He found that sometimes what came out was water, and sometimes it was rice grains, and the two were not mixed together in the gourd. If he thought of rice in his heart, what he poured out must be rice, not a drop of water. If he thought of water in his heart, what he poured out must be water, not a single grain of rice. He spent three days to make the gourd taller than a man and the mouth of the gourd bigger than a bowl, and put most of the rice into the mouth of the gourd. He left two sacks, ready to take them to Sanchazi Town to sell for money to sew a pair of pants. After another three days, he finally changed the gourd back to its original size, and then he carried two sacks of rice to Sanchazi Town. Carrying a load of rice for 20 miles, he was exhausted like a dead dog, and he rested several times on the way. Finally, he staggered to the market, "bang", quickly threw away the burden on his shoulders, took out the gourd and drank a large amount of water. He stuffed the gourd back into his jacket and looked around the market. Probably because after the New Year, most people's money was gone, so they took out some of their most valuables to sell. There were more people selling their children, and they were picking and choosing among the crowd like animals. When I have money in the future, I will buy a strong girl to be my wife. I gave birth to a baby in the evening, and I still worked hard during the day, washing clothes and cooking. Next to his stall, an old man had a sad face. There were a few old belongings and an old hen on his stall. Gouzi picked up a shiny bamboo tube from his stall. "How much is this bamboo tube?" "One penny!" 괗Gouzi took out a copper plate from his jacket and bought this Shengzi.
This thing is not difficult to make. If you have bamboo and a saw, you can make it. The price is not expensive. "Young man, how about exchanging this hen for your rice?" The old man looked at the rice in the sack and asked greedily. 괗Gouzi took a look at the old hen held by the old man. It was even bald, so he probably didn't know how to do it with eggs, so he immediately shook his head and refused. It happened that someone wanted to buy grain seeds at this time, so Gouzi ignored him and concentrated on selling grain. Now that the ice and snow have melted, it is the busy time of spring plowing, and seeds have become more popular. 놙It took half a day to sell out all the two sacks of grain. A total of 2,600 copper coins were sold, and the copper coins on my body weighed nearly ten kilograms. A large amount of scattered copper coins stuffed the tattered jacket, but the clothes were so torn and had so many holes that he couldn't even cover them, and they kept falling out from the cracks. In the end, he had no choice but to pull a few straws, squat on the ground, string up all the copper coins, tie them around his waist, and cover them with clothes. Walking out of the market, Gouzi felt that his waist was heavy. From time to time he stretched out his hand to touch it, feeling like he had a lot of money. This is the first time in my life that I have touched so much money with my own hands. Having money in his pocket, even though his crotch was leaking, still made him a lot more confident. After leaving the market, I went straight to the tailor shop. There were no ready-made clothes in the shop, so I bought cloth and made it freshly made. "Do you want to sew?" Gouzi looked at the woman in front of him, who was about the same age as himself. She was wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket that had been washed white, and the sleeves were neatly patched. Looking at his rags and rags, I felt a sense of inferiority. I lowered my head involuntarily, blushed, pulled my clothes forward, and closed my legs a little. "Well! I want to sew a cotton coat and a pair of cotton trousers. How much does it cost?" "The handwork fee is 15 cents in total, and cotton is 100 cents per pound. There are many types of fabrics. It depends on what kind of fabric you choose." The woman then introduced several kinds of fabrics in the store to Gouzi. The cheapest one is Gebu and linen, which costs 30 cents per foot. The slightly more expensive one is cotton, which costs 40 cents per foot. These are all original colors without printing and dyeing. If the cloth is printed and dyed, the price will increase by ten yuan. There is also a kind of cloth that is said to be satin, which is shining with jewels and is unique at first sight. The woman didn't say the price, and Gouzi wisely didn't ask, and just chose the cheapest fabric. "Just use linen!" Then the woman took out a ruler and helped him measure his body size, shoulders, arms, legs, and waist, which made Gouzi blush with embarrassment. "A total of three kilograms of cloth and three kilograms of cotton will be used."
"Including the manual fee, the total is 585 Wen." "Okay! Okay!" With a blushing face, Gouzi took off the large bunch of copper coins from his waist, counted out 585 copper plates, and held them in front of the woman. "Count on me, how long will it take to sew?" "585 pieces, just right. Sister 놖놌 and my mother can do it together. It will take about half a day." "Okay, come back later!" 괗Gouzi said something, then crossed his legs and walked out of the tailor shop step by step. When I walked to the street, I took a breath, touched the copper coins around my waist, and strode towards the blacksmith shop. I bought an iron pot for 600 Wen. I spent another 200 Wen to buy a knife. The blade of this knife is five inches long and one inch wide. It is edged on one side. It is very convenient for sharpening small things. And it can also be carried with you for self-defense. Making money is hard, but spending money is like running water, especially ironware and cloth, which are always expensive. I spent 800 Wen at the blacksmith shop. Adding in the previous 585 Wen, the money I just got was less than half. After buying what he needed to buy, when he passed by the pork stall again, he saw the pieces of fat meat. After hesitating for a while, he finally made up his mind and bought half a catty of fat meat. As for the smell of meat buns wafting from next door to the pork stall, he still resisted. I am just a small tenant, even a wealthy man is not so extravagant and lustful. The clothes still had to wait for a long time, and there was nothing to do, so I wandered around the street with a bunch of pork. For such an old man, he doesn't come to Sanchazi Town very often, and everything on the street feels strange.