Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Qili Village is remote, and no grain merchants have come here to harvest wheat, so Lao Zhoutou did not know what the current purchase price of wheat in the countryside is.

But he knew what the price of the grain store was because his daughter just mentioned it to him last night.

Therefore, he felt that the wheat that was ten cents less than the grain shop was really cheap, and this was the price of conscience.

So he crossed the old wife and shook Bai Shanbao's hand, and said gratefully, "It's still a kind-hearted young master."

What I wanted to ask was why Master Bai still transports wheat from Longzhou, isn't it his own wheat...? The words are also forgotten.

In Lao Zhoutou's cognition, although the white house and the white family are two houses, they are actually a family.

Mrs. Liu didn't have an adult male here, so she naturally had to rely on Master Bai, so what Bai Shanbao said at his house represented Master Bai.

Old Zhoutou couldn't help but sighed in his heart, thinking that Master Bai is really a good person, they only made such a big sum of money from him before.

Thinking of this, Lao Zhoutou immediately said: "Little Young Master, go back and tell Master Bai that when the wheat harvested in Xia comes down, if he still wants to buy my wheat as seeds, I will give him a cheaper price."

"No!" Bai Shanbao and Manbao said in unison.

The two said at the same time, "Father (old man), how can you lower the price?"

"Ah?" Old Zhou glared at him. It's okay for his daughter to object. Why does the young master of the Bai family object? Shouldn't he be in the same group as Master Bai?

Qian shi glanced at him helplessly, didn't he understand until now? Bai Shan and Master Bai are two families!

Man Bao said: "Dad, you have lowered the price, what about our farm? We are our own family, you can't do this."

Bai Shanbao nodded in agreement.

Old Zhou Tou stared blankly at Bai Shanbao. He and Man Bao are in the same family, but aren't the young master and Master Bai in the same family?

Isn't he selling Master Bai through the young master?

Why did the young master of the Bai family also object?

Old Zhou Tou was still a little confused until he sent the person out of the gate.

Bai Shanbao also whispered to Manbao, "We are a group, and your family can't lower the price."

"Don't worry," Man Bao said, "I must be optimistic about my father, I am not at home, and my mother."

Bai Shanbao was still at ease with Manbao, so he waved goodbye to her, "Okay, I'll go home first, I have class tomorrow, I have to go back to study first."

Man Bao's skin was also tense, thinking that she would go back to the house to read in a while.

When the master and servant were gone, Old Zhou Tou remembered that he still had a major question to ask, "Man Bao, have you agreed with the young master how many bags of wheat to buy?"

Old Zhoutou said: "Actually, there is still a month before the wheat will come down, but if Master Bai buys wheat seeds from our family again... It's actually nothing, and it doesn't look like it will be flooded this month. , the wheat ears have already begun to fill the grain, and the drought will not have a big impact, after all, it just rained a while ago..."

"So it's okay to buy some food directly from the villagers." Lao Zhoutou counted the days when the summer food came down with his fingers. He was not good at counting the rest, but when he counted the rations at home, his direct response was comparable to Manbao's. It was much sooner, so he said: "With a little bran, two sacks will be enough..."

When Man Bao heard it, he immediately shouted, "I don't want bran-mixed buns!"

The big children immediately gathered around and said, "Grandpa, grandpa, I don't want to eat either."

The sound was so noisy that it was as if there were hundreds of chickens clucking in his ear at the same time, and Lao Zhoutou waved his hand in disgust, "Okay, okay, if you don't eat it, you won't eat it, then buy three sacks. already."

The children were happy when they heard it, and the adults were also happy when they heard it. The family only earns so much money, how can it be mixed with bran?

However, the old Zhoutou turned to look for Qian and asked, "I don't know if eldest brother and the others want to buy wheat there. Anyway, the flour milled at home can still be eaten for a few days. Why don't we wait for my sister-in-law and the others to ask when they come to the door tomorrow?"

Qian Shi nodded: "Okay."

Lao Zhoutou bowed his head and smiled brightly at Man Bao, and said in a soft voice: "Man Bao, see if you can tell the young master to keep the wheat for us for two more days, and don't take out food for the time being, maybe we will at that time. It is also possible for the family to buy a few more bags.”

Manbao said it was fine. Anyway, in Qili Village, Bai Shanbao's wheat could not be sold.

If it was sold to a grain merchant in Luojiang County, it seemed that he would lose money again.

Old Zhou Tou was happy, reached out and touched Man Bao's head and sighed, "Our Man Bao is really getting better."

Man Bao and the old Zhou family nodded in agreement. She also felt that she was getting stronger and stronger, and she would be even stronger in the future.

Because of Mr. Zhuang's tone today, their reading will be as severe as the wind in summer and autumn and the cold in winter and spring.

Ugh--

After entering the door, Lao Zhoutou had the door closed.

Wednesday Lang and Thursday Lang closed the door in confusion. The sun was about to go down and the sky was still bright. What door would be closed during the day?

After closing the door, the head of the family, Old Zhou Tou, occupied the position on the threshold of the main room. As long as there was a family meeting, basically, this position was exclusively his.

Qian didn't like to sit on the threshold, she preferred to sit on a stool, and Man Bao dragged a small stool to sit with her mother.

Although he has agreed, Lao Zhoutou still has some heartache when it comes to the end.

But seeing that the old wife and daughter were looking at him with bright eyes, and all the children and grandchildren below were also looking at him in confusion, Lao Zhoutou knocked on the cigarette stick, thinking he was quite imposing: "Boss , go and take out the silver you just exchanged."

"Oh." Zhou Dalang entered his parents' room in confusion, and found that the back basket he carried was still on the ground, and the money in it had not been touched.

Zhou Dalang vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he still carried the basket out.

Old Zhoutou asked him to take out the silver in the cloth bag.

Zhou Dalang obediently put it in front of his father.

Old Zhoutou opened the cloth bag, and inside was a pile of silver ingots with twice the size but half the size.

Old Zhoutou exchanged twelve taels of silver for fifty taels.

He felt that their family would rarely use twelve or one ingots.

Even though they have seen it several times, the old Zhou family still couldn't help but look at it again. They all thought to themselves: Our family is really rich.

What Lao Zhoutou thought was that I would soon run out of money, and sure enough, the money would not last in his hands.

No, it can't stay in the hands of his daughter-in-law!

The old Zhoutou pondered: "I have discussed with your mother, it is useless to put so much money here, and you are all married and established..."