Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao thought for a while and replied, "Okay, let me ask him, Dad, is our uncle really dead?"

The smile on Lao Zhoutou's face froze, he sighed a long time, pulled out the cigarette stick attached to his waist, nodded and said, "Yes, dead."

Man Bao turned around and squatted with him, resting his chin on his hands, and sighed softly, "I haven't seen Uncle yet."

Old Zhou, who had just put the bong in his mouth, turned red in his eyes and choked on the smoke. He couldn't help coughing violently, and then tears and snot flowed down together.

Old Zhou Tou wiped it in a careless manner, turned his head and tried his best to smile at the surprised Man Bao, "Choke..."

Tears seemed to be wiped clean.

While wiping his eyes, Old Zhou Tou muttered in a vague way, "This is too choking..."

Man Bao also became very sad for some unknown reason. She patted her chest and assured, "Don't worry, Dad, I'll make Bai Shanbao cheaper."

Of course, Bai Shanbao can't be cheap, because he just learned from his cousin that the grain merchants may not have received the grain, so the price of wheat has risen again. To thirty-two articles and one bucket.

I heard that the wheat sold in the grain store has also increased by two cents. Obviously, the cunning grain merchants are not willing to pay the price in vain.

Therefore, Bai Shanbao's remaining three bags of wheat are not worrying about selling. As long as a grain merchant finds it, he can easily sell it for thirty-two articles.

If it weren't for the fact that Man Bao was an acquaintance, and his eyes were still a little red, he would have sold her for thirty cents when he just cried.

Man Bao's eyes were still a little red because he had just choked with her father, so he discussed with Bai Shanbao: "Then tell my father, you sold us cheaply, and I'll make up for the lack of money, okay?"

Bai Shanbao scratched his head and asked, "Why is it so troublesome, you just tell your father that you paid me to buy it?"

"No, my father is happier when the wheat is cheaper."

She spends money and Lao Zhoutou spends the same money in Lao Zhoutou's heart.

"Okay, then how much do I have to tell your father?"

"Twenty cents?"

"Will your father believe it?"

Man Bao thought about it and thought that it might not be.

"Then say twenty-five wen," Bai Shanbao said firmly, "you can make up for the lack of money when you look back."

"no problem."

After talking about the business, the two children sat together on a stone not far from the gate and said, "I see the noise over there at your house, what are they doing?"

"My father wants to treat my uncle's mourning, and he will also invite the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple to conjure the soul. In the future, during the festivals, my uncle's family can come back to eat with my grandparents."

Bai Shanbao thought for a while and said, "My father doesn't seem to be summoning the soul. Do I want to use it for my father as well?"

"No need," Man Bao didn't know much, so he hesitated, "Don't your father have a corpse? My uncle's family has no bones left, so I have to call the soul."

"Okay, when will the funeral begin, and then I'll go to present the funeral ceremony."

"Maybe the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow, my eldest brother and the others are going to buy a coffin."

Bai Shanbao asked curiously, "Are you going?"

Man Bao shook his head, "Children can't go."

In fact, the coffins are usually made by the carpenters in the coffin shop by themselves. However, there are always people who die too late to prepare. At this time, you need to go to the coffin shop to buy ready-made coffins.

Sometimes there is no leftover in the coffin shop, so I have to borrow it from others, or directly use the ones built by others in the shop. There are too many troublesome things here. Children like Manbao should stay away from these insidious things. Why let her follow?

Man Bao went home with the good news, and Lao Zhoutou personally took his two sons to buy the three bags of wheat. Of course, he would like to thank Bai Shanbao.

I went to see Master Bai on the way and told him about Zhou Yin, implying that Zhou Yin's affairs should be forgotten here, and then by the way, I asked him to go to a stick of incense when he had time, and the family should be very grateful to Master Bai. Woolen cloth.

Master Bai had already learned about the incident from his aunt and knew that this was the work of the master Wei in the capital, so he readily agreed.

Lao Zhoutou brought the grain home and said to Zhou Lang: "I guess there are quite a few people here, but at this moment, the families are not rich, so we need to get some flour out so that we don't have enough time to eat it. Ugly."

Wednesday Lang nodded.

"Shuck the three bags, put away the wheat bran, leave one bag of wheat bran from the three bags of wheat, grind it up and mix it into the flour."

Wednesday Lang: "...Father, won't this look bad?"

"It's not good-looking, but it's affordable," Lao Zhoutou patted his head and said, "Even if our village has harvested a lot of wheat this year, but they haven't let go of their stomachs to eat white noodles, don't look at the whole village. How many people there are, as well as your uncle's house, each house's relatives..."

Old Zhou Tou gritted his teeth and said, "And my uncle's house!"

Zhou Lang thought of something, shook a little, nodded again and again, and asked, "Dad, is a bag of wheat bran enough? Would you like to add more?"

Lao Zhoutou hesitated for a moment, "Although it needs to be affordable, it can't be too ugly, the steamed buns must be delicious, or you should ask your sister-in-law, she is a steamed bun maker, she should understand ."

Wednesday Lang touched his head, and sure enough, he went to the kitchen to ask Mr. Qian.

After a while, he was kicked out by Xiao Qian's, "Thank you for thinking about it, and adding a bag of wheat bran, can it be kneaded into a steamed bun? If you mix a pound of ten pounds of flour, I don't think it's too much, that's all. You want to mix three bags of wheat with one..."

Wednesday Lang shrank his head and ran away, pitifully looking for his father.

Old Zhoutou sighed sadly, "Okay, let's bring a bag of wheat from home to grind, sigh, let your sister-in-law mix some wheat bran into it when she makes steamed buns at night, let's save some food. , there is still some time before the summer harvest."

Zhou Lang nodded and turned to move the wheat.

Qian Shi was giving Zhou Dalang the money to buy the coffin, "It's not that the coffins that are made now are much more expensive, you bring five taels of silver and try to buy the good ones. Your uncle and aunt are buried together. Buy something as spacious as possible."

Zhou Dalang responded.

Qian opened another money box and took out a coin to give him, "I also bought white paper, linen, and white flags from the coffin shop. Be careful, don't miss anything, we There is only one day for the funeral, and it has to be done decently."

Qian Shi wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Back then, in a hurry, people were buried under the dark lights. There was only a mat and a quilt. Now they have to come back well, and then go out well."

Zhou Dalang accepted the money.