Chapter 2183
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Zhao Wentao couldn't help but say this. Although he was only an uncle, he still couldn't stand Zhao Wenshui's behavior and felt that Zhao Wenshui had gone too far.
Zhao Baoshan also said, "That's right. Don't you feel ashamed? You're a man, so what's the point of pestering your daughter for money?
If you really want to marry a wife, you can earn your own money to marry her. No one will stop you, and no one will criticize you. "
Zhao Wenshui suddenly became depressed. Let him earn his own money?
Are you kidding me?
He didn't have the ability, so how could he earn money? If he didn't rely on his daughter, he would probably starve to death, let alone earn money to marry a wife.
"Father, Jing 'er is my daughter. Why can't I ask her for money?" Zhao Wenshui couldn't help but grumble pitifully.
Zhao Baoshan snorted coldly. "Okay, okay. You're so useless."
"Father, I'm useless. What's the use of being useless? As long as I have a good life, that's more important than anything else."
Zhao Baoshan saw that Zhao Wenshui had no other ability, but he was good at twisting words and forcing logic.
"I'm too lazy to talk to you!" Zhao Baoshan replied to Zhao Wenshui angrily.
Zhao Jing 'er had already gotten into Young Master Zheng's carriage.
The carriage didn't stay for long and went straight away.
Looking in the direction of the carriage, Zhao Wenshui sighed heavily.
His daughter was really ruthless. She didn't seem to take what he just said to heart.
He turned around and went back to the house in disappointment, thinking about how to get money.
Anyway, he couldn't starve to death. When he was desperate, he would go directly to Young Master Zheng's mansion.
He didn't believe that Young Master Zheng wouldn't give him money if he went to him personally.
After Zhao Jing 'er and Young Master Zheng left, Zhao Yun' er and her family also went back.
They rested for two hours at noon. In the afternoon, the sun went down a little, and the men in the family began to work in the fields again.
Because Zhu Erhu's health wasn't good, Zhao Tianan helped Mu Lan's family harvest rice these days. After a few days of work, the grains were almost all harvested.
Zhao Yun 'er's family was finally busy with the harvest season, and the following period of time was a lot more relaxed.
After the rice was harvested, the grains had to be removed from the stalks to be stored conveniently.
Zhao Yun 'er's family's several mu of fields, and they had harvested more than a thousand kilograms of rice.
But after they threw the husks away, the rice's probably only eight or nine hundred kilograms.
The rice paddies of ancient times were not like those of modern times. Now, not only were there hybrid rice paddies that could be planted, but they could also greatly increase the yield. Furthermore, modern fertilizers and pesticides were not available in ancient times.
Because of this, in ancient times, the yield of grain per mu of land would be greatly reduced. Originally, in the 21st century, one mu of land could produce thousands of catties of grain, but in ancient times, one mu of land could only produce a few hundred catties of grain.
In the event of natural disasters or drought, the rice's output would continue to shrink.
It was already not easy for Zhao Yun 'er's family to have their current output.
Now that Zhao Yun 'er's family had a lot of people, they didn't have to be as frugal as before.
The rice harvested from the fields was definitely not enough for a year's rations.
Fortunately, they had some money on hand. Even if they didn't have enough rations, they could still buy some rice.
After the busy days were over, the family had some free time. The weather gradually entered autumn, and there was no longer the heat of the sixth and seventh lunar months.
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