Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Xiao Qian greeted him, took his parents in, and said with a smile, "They're going to take it to the county town tomorrow to sell it."

Uncle Qian was taken aback for a moment, and said suspiciously, "Can this thing be sold? Isn't it everywhere?"

"Erlang took it. He said yes, and Man Bao also said yes, it should be possible." Xiao Qian said with a smile: "For things like business at home, they should be more familiar."

"Erlang is more clever," Uncle Qian glanced at the wormwood piled in the yard, didn't take it to heart, and asked his daughter with a smile, "Where's your father-in-law?"

"I'm going to see Maizi. Mother is in the chicken house at the back. I'll go and call her back."

Santou immediately volunteered, "Mother, I'll go, I'll go."

"Okay, you go."

Uncle Qian was looking around for Zhou Zhou, but found that there was still a pile of wormwood in the courtyard. He was bringing Zhou Zhou and a few to sort out, and he immediately stepped forward with a smile.

When the brothers saw Uncle San, they immediately moved their buttocks to make room for him, "Uncle San, why did you come so early? The fifth, the sixth, hurry up and greet the uncles."

When Wuwu Lang and Saturday Lang heard it, they left the wormwood and ran away. They didn't like to do it yet.

Uncle Qian asked Tuesday Lang, "How can I sell this thing? Can it really be sold?"

On Tuesday, Lang said with a smile: "I haven't sold it before, but I guess it should be possible. There aren't many wormwood in the city, but with so many people in the city, not everyone is willing to go out of the city to mow it."

On Tuesday, Lang had planned and said, "I will divide the wormwood into small handfuls, and a handful of two cents. If you want, you can pay directly to choose one. If you don't want it, I will not lose. Anyway, it will take some effort."

Wednesday Lang nodded in agreement. It was different from before. In the past few years, all business at home has begun to be involved, and his concept is also different from before. "Now it's not busy with farming. Anyway, I'm idle, so try it."

Qian Sanjiu felt that what they said was very reasonable, so he helped them tie wormwood with a roll of his sleeves.

Thursday Lang went to the firewood room and pulled two straws, which were left over from last year. A handful of wormwood was tied with two straws and placed aside. Later, he would hold it in the shadow and put it away. Just pull it away in the car, this kind of business is easy and not difficult, how wonderful.

Yes, Lao Zhoutou agreed that they would go out with an ox cart tomorrow, mainly because there were a lot of people going, and there were a lot of wives and children.

Of course, the more important thing is that Lao Zhoutou really wanted to enjoy the feeling of driving an ox cart to the market.

As soon as the sun jumped into the air, Lao Zhoutou came back from the ground wearing a straw hat and carrying a hoe.

Uncle Qian asked him, "Are you here to watch the wheat?"

"Well, there are two fields that are a bit late for the ear, I'll take a look." Old Zhou Tou said, "I was thinking that if the sisters-in-law come today, I have to ask the sister-in-law to help me spread the word about the food in your family. Is there enough to eat now?"

Uncle Qian coughed and said, "I'm missing some, mainly because I planted more than five acres last year. My ex-son's wheat ran out of cooking as soon as the wheat was harvested, so I dried the wheat and ground it early, and now there are still some left in the house. The ones are all rubbed out at the back, there are about three bags."

Old Zhou Tou said: "That's enough to eat, the summer food will come down soon."

Uncle Qian said helplessly: "It was enough, but when I went back yesterday, I remembered that my uncle had agreed with me some time ago that he would borrow two bags from me this year. He had winter wheat last year. Only two acres have been planted, and he has borrowed grain from people since February, and now he has to pay back the wheat as soon as he is harvested, and there is not enough at home."

Old Zhoutou couldn't help muttering, "They have a lot of family members, so how come they only planted two acres?"

What can Uncle Qian do?

He sighed and said, "Last year, the luck of his family was really bad. The river flooded the river bank, and the large wheat field and paddy field of his family were all flooded, and he couldn't get a single grain of wheat back, let alone that it was not grouted at that time. The rice is gone, and it didn't take long to boil the grain, and the children in the family were ignorant and stole some wheat seeds..."

In order to maintain soil fertility and there is enough land, they rarely plant winter wheat, and their family is not sure about the harvest of winter wheat, so after leaving enough spring wheat seeds, the remaining seeds are enough to plant two acres. That's it.

The ordinary wheat seeds are not like their new wheat seeds. They only harvested two sacks of wheat per acre, and they were the one-size sacks that their farmers used to use.

Uncle Qian said, "His two little grandsons are only three or two years old, so they can't watch them starve to death."

Old Zhou Tou asked, "What about the second and third brothers?"

"They are better, and they have enough to eat."

Because of the limited manpower, they wanted to pick some more wheat over, but didn't they fail to pick it up?

So what was left was barely enough to eat, but it was impossible to lend it to Uncle Qian to the Yue family.

In addition, Uncle Qian also had other ideas. He wanted to keep the existing wheat at home and lend it to relatives as wheat seeds, so that they could also try to grow new wheat seeds.

At any rate, the next year's harvest will be better.

Old Zhoutou had no objection, and said: "Master Bai used wheat to exchange wheat seeds with our villagers. There are still nine bags left at home. I plan to buy three bags, which will be enough for the family to eat summer food. If you want to , I'll buy some more later."

"How much is a bucket?"

"Thirty texts."

Uncle Qian nodded, "That's a lot cheaper than the county town. My uncle said that the grain store in the county town is forty cents a buck, but the grain merchants go to the village to buy them and only accept twenty-eight cents a bucket. ?"

"What?" Lao Zhoutou couldn't help shouting loudly.

Uncle Qian said with a smile: "Okay, we can't buy it either. Those grain merchants came to our village to collect grain, but they didn't even collect a pound. Now the family is in difficulty, and there are relatives outside the house. If there is any excess grain, I will borrow it first. How many are willing to sell food to relatives who are dying?"

Other villages occasionally have such a few, but they don't dare to buy it, for fear that there will be disputes in the future.

Old Zhoutou touched the cigarette rod, but did not dare to smoke in front of his uncle, "Then are you borrowing money or food? If you borrow food, your family is not short of food now, so it's not a loss."

"Let's lose some if you lose, and it's a blessing to eat some losses." On this point, Uncle Qian and Mrs. Qian were surprisingly unanimous, he smiled and said, "They are all relatives, so why don't the two families have such a small amount of food? Still making a fuss?"

Uncle Mother, Uncle Mother, several children have grown up, and the Yue family helped him a lot in the early years. And he had promised to borrow food before, how could he change to borrow money in the middle?

Uncle Qian said, "You can also buy three bags for me. I'll ask Dalang and the others to pick them up tomorrow."

"No," said the old Zhoutou, "Later, let Dalang directly pull you over with an ox cart."

Old Zhoutou didn't expect his uncle to buy so many bags of three bags. He had to know that he still has wheat at home. Did he plan to buy two bags and lend them to the Yue family, and also exchange another bag of wheat seeds to distribute to relatives?

Old Zhou was speechless and secretly said in his heart: Fortunately, his daughter-in-law listened to her words, otherwise, if this family was as defeated as the uncle and brother, it would definitely have no money.

Uncle Qian suddenly asked about the cattle, "I heard that your cattle are on credit?"

"Yes, I took three taels of silver on credit."

"It's not bad to be able to buy a cow in three taels, but I got it on credit. Unfortunately, Li came to our village and said that the family didn't have much money to save. At that time, if I knew that winter wheat could be sold as wheat seed, I would also go on credit for one. Now, I don't know if the county government still has cattle on credit."

Old Zhoutou:  …

Uncle Qian also regretted it. He had to see how much these three bags of wheat cost. In fact, he also wanted to buy a cow. It would be much faster to work that way.