Farmer’s Blessed Girl

A group of elders talked about the children's marriage, and Lao Zhoutou only remembered the business after he finished smoking a bag of cigarettes.

He knocked on the cigarette rod and poured out the ash and oil inside. Then he pinned it on his lower back and touched a handful of wheat to help him rub it.

He groaned inwardly, if they were rubbing wheat like this in their house, the big stick would have been photographed long ago, and he had never seen anyone rubbing wheat while sitting.

But this is someone else's home, so of course it's more comfortable to sit and rub.

Old Zhou Tou remembered the business, and asked everyone, "Have the wheat in each of your households been drying?"

"Oh, my family has just finished rubbing, and it still needs to be dried for two or three days, but I think it will rain again this day. Look at the pile of dark clouds in the sky, they will not come over. If it rains, it will be more exposed to the sun. It's been a day."

"Then you have to be careful, don't let it get rained. I was just about to tell you that the Bai family wants to exchange wheat for us and use it to make wheat seeds, so you have to dry it well."

"How much do they want?"

"All!"

"What?" The villagers were startled and asked one after another, "Why so many, can their family be able to plant them all?"

"The family is a big landlord, and there is more than one Bai family, so Master Bai is the Bai family, isn't the young master Bai also the Bai family?" Lao Zhoutou had automatically understood that the two Bai families had to change wheat seeds, so he took it for granted. The answer should be: "There are so many people, I guess this idea is not enough."

"A pound for a pound?"

Hearing the unwillingness in his tone, Old Zhou Tou rolled his eyes and said, "Wasn't your family's exchange with my family just a pound for a pound last year?"

"Uncle Jin, aren't we in the same group?" He said, "You can't stand by Man Bao just because he played well with other young masters."

"Fart," Lao Zhoutou scolded and thought, it's true, he has a good relationship with the Bai family, but he has a better relationship with the village, so he thought about it and said, "Yes, we can do this. Seeds, a pound for a pound seems to be a bit of a loss, how about a little more?"

"More orders, more orders," everyone agitated, and someone said: "Even if it is one or two more, a hundred pounds is ten pounds, enough for the family to eat several large white steamed buns."

Old Zhoutou's eyes brightened slightly, and he patted his thigh and said, "That's right, then let's ask for a higher price, then..."

Old Zhoutou thought for a while and said, "Just change one pound for three taels for one pound, and let them lower the price at that time, and then let them down to a minimum of one pound and one tael. At that time, my family will also exchange all the wheat."

"Uncle Jin, how much wheat did your family harvest this year?"

"I didn't say it, but this year, I planted 20 acres and filled 69 bags. I remember that I only received 67 bags when I planted 35 acres last year."

Everyone was stunned, "So many?"

Dad Daliang slapped his thigh and said, "Let's just say, my family's two acres of land in Xiaowan have been tied up in ten bundles this year, and I remember only seven bundles were tied up the year before."

Da Liangniang couldn't help but say, "You bundle that wheat, one more bundle and one less bundle, can you count them?"

"Why can't you count, and the difference is only a handful of wheat ears. Where can the difference go? I asked you to separate those wheat ears. A piece of land is a piece of land, and you can count whether it is more or less. pile up."

"I want to open it up separately, is your yard so big?" Daliangniang couldn't help arguing with him, "You can't dry the wheat ears that are bundled back, you want me to plant rice and spread fertilizer, you Instead, remove the grains of wheat to make room for me."

"Okay, okay," Lao Zhoutou quickly persuaded the fight, "What a big deal, the seedlings are all inserted, and there is nothing to do next, just slowly rub it."

"Uncle Jin, your family is too powerful, where did you buy it?"

Old Zhoutou thought it was unbelievable, he thought about it and said, "I didn't buy it, I kept it at home, and the year before last was fine. Although the wheat in some fields is better than yours, it's because my family planted it meticulously. After the disaster last year, the production in the field decreased a little..."

When the old Zhoutou said this, everyone remembered it.

The land in the village is almost all in one place, and everyone can see what the crops are like.

The real change really started last year. At that time, everyone suffered disasters in the fields and the harvest was not good at all, but the wheat fields at Lao Zhoutou's house were not bad.

Zhou Daliang, who had been quiet as a chicken, suddenly slapped his thigh, "I know, it must be because Master Tianzun remembered Manbao last year, this is a reward from Master Tianzun to your uncle, and a favor to our village. "

Old Zhou Tou and everyone looked at Zhou Daliang without speaking.

Zhou Daliang said anxiously: "Father, uncle, uncles, what I said is true, the fourth child said that Man Bao is really the reincarnation of a fairy, and the day his daughter-in-law gave birth to a child was called a miserable, but he pulled Man Bao to worship. She gave birth immediately after the immortal, and there was no problem at all, and both mother and child were very safe."

Everyone looked at Old Zhou.

Old Zhoutou was silent for a while and said: "That night, the fourth child took Man Bao to worship the gods, but aren't we talking about changing wheat?"

The villagers laughed immediately, nodded and said, "The same, the same, Ah Jin, you have to tell Man Bao when you go back, and ask her to bless our business well and exchange more wheat."

Old Zhou Tou thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I will ask Man Bao to pay his respects to Lord Tianzun, but there is no guarantee that Lord Tianzun will agree to our family's Manbao."

"I know, I know, it's not good to force it."

"Then we agreed, and then you have to dry the wheat. No matter if you can change more, we have to dry the wheat. This is used to make seeds, so it's not good to cheat people."

Everyone agreed and discussed, "Unfortunately, this year my family uses seeds left over for spring wheat, and the harvest is definitely not as good as this winter wheat crop."

"Then we have to keep some more seeds for ourselves. Next year's spring wheat will also be planted with this seed from Uncle Jin's family."

Old Zhou said with his hands behind his back, "Then keep a little more. After the autumn harvest, you will plant winter wheat. Why don't you order more seeds?"

"Ah? You still plant winter wheat after the autumn harvest. Is the soil strength tolerable?"

Seeing that the person who asked the question was a young offspring, he knocked on him with a cigarette stick and said, "You are really stupid, you won't change a field to plant winter wheat, and let it rest if you planted it last year. "

The younger generation couldn't help but mumble, "If the autumn harvest goes well, why plant winter wheat?"

Old Zhou Tou heard it, but he didn't answer, so he just clicked it. Whether or not to plant is entirely up to people's voluntariness. Anyway, he did.

With so many children in their family, even if the weather is good, they can only eat enough.

But after he was full, of course he thought that it would be better for the children to eat big white rice and big white steamed buns every day. Anyway, he didn't like to eat things mixed with bran or wheat bran.

The next chapter is around 8pm

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