Farmer’s Blessed Girl

The villagers of Qili Village were happy, the people of the old Zhou family were happy, so was Manbao, and even the county magistrate Yang of the county government was very happy.

Even Master Bai was very happy, because he had just talked to the old Zhou family and his three children, asking them to screen out the best batch of sun-dried new wheat and sell it to him at the same price as the seeds.

However, it is not one hundred and fifty cents a fight, but one hundred and thirty-eight cents a fight.

And this time he put forward very strict requirements for the selection of seeds. The reason why he is so confident is because the price of food has dropped!

The grain price in Yizhou area is still high, but it has also dropped a lot, but in Luojiang County, the grain price has dropped a lot, and it is close to the normal grain price in previous years.

As a result, the price of grains has also dropped.

Manbao and the others are not ignorant. Although the price has dropped a lot, they are still very happy, because it is still a lot more profitable than simply selling food.

The three children and the old Zhou family are very easy to satisfy, if it wasn't for Bai Erlang who occasionally knew the price of the grain that his father resold second-hand and told his two friends.

Bai Erlang took advantage of the husband to go out, and immediately joined the two of them and said solemnly: "Did you know that there was a guest at my house yesterday?"

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao buried their heads in their homework, and took the time to reply, "I don't know."

The husband is really getting worse and worse, why does Bai Er have so little homework, but they have so much?

"It's Uncle Wu!" Bai Erlang directly revealed the answer and said, "Uncle Wu came to my house to collect grain, and the new wheat seeds that my father bought from us were also sold to Uncle Wu, and then I followed. Going to eat, guess how much my father sold to Uncle Wu?"

The two finally looked up, but they shook their heads together.

"It's 200 yuan!" Bai Er said angrily, "The previous batch was sold for 200 yuan, and now it's still 200 yuan, but didn't Dad say that the price of food in the county town has dropped?"

"It's down," Bai Shanbao said, "Bai Zhuangtou went to see it himself."

"Then why didn't my father sell it to Uncle Wu?"

Man Bao thought for a while and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"

"But the one we sold to my dad was sold."

Bai Shanbao: "So did you remember how the cousin negotiated with Wu Liang?"

Bai Erlang blinked, "...Why should I remember so many words?"

Man Bao sighed, "You write it down, we'll know what to say when we talk to Uncle Bai in the future."

Bai Shanbao rolled his eyes and said quietly, "You'd better make friends with Wu Grain Merchant, because by next year, not only our Zhuangzi, but also the people in the village, and even the outer villages will have these new wheat crops. At that time, Uncle Tong will definitely lower the price."

Bai Erlang pondered.

Bai Shanbao and Man Bao lowered their heads to do their homework again, and said, "But you don't have to force it, because the most important thing for us now is to study. So we think we should leave everything in Zhuangzi to Bai Zhuangtou. If there is such a business in the future, let him try to talk to the cousin."

Bai Erlang was stunned, "You, why do you think it's the first one?"

Bai Shanbao: "Manbao also agreed to this matter. You are the most relaxed. You don't study as much as us, and you have less homework than us. You don't know how hard we work."

Man Bao said, "We have followed Zhuangzi from winter planting until now. Bai Zhuangtou also knows how to take care of Zhuangzi. Why do we need to take care of everything?"

With that time, she might as well read medical books for a while.

"Then you asked me to find Uncle Wu just now."

"Isn't that the idea of ​​rushing to talk to you?" Man Bao said confidently: "Later we thought about it, this will delay your study..."

"It won't delay my study."

"That's because you don't have enough homework," Bai Shanbao complained, "Isn't it necessary for Manbao and I to help with these things in the end?"

He stretched his head over to show Bai Erlang, "Do you think I've lost my hair? It's because of the busy schoolwork."

Bai Erlang looked at the top of his dark head and said angrily: "Nonsense, your hair is not missing at all, and it is autumn now, and the season is about to change, so I will lose it too, okay?"

When Mr. Zhuang came back from the tea, the three children were arguing.

He stood in the doorway, coughing heavily.

The study became quiet in an instant, Bai Erlang returned to his seat at a flying speed, and Bai Shanbao and Man Bao also lowered their heads and continued to do their homework.

Mr. Zhuang then returned to his position, standing behind them with his hands behind his back and looked at the homework.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in two days. Do you remember that you haven't had a vacation for several months?"

The three children raised their heads in unison, nodding fiercely!

Seeing them like this, Mr. Zhuang wanted to laugh, so he said, "Okay, I will give you three days off for this Mid-Autumn Festival. From tomorrow, I will come back to class after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Man Bao immediately said: "Sir, three days off is not enough, you haven't been home for a long time, you need to rest for a few more days."

Bai Shanbao: "Yes, yes, and I'm very tired after the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I need to rest for two more days."

Bai Erlang also said: "Sir, if you don't go back for a long time, the brothers will definitely complain, so let's stay for two more days."

Mr. Zhuang was a little hesitant when he heard the words, mainly because the eyes of the three children were too bright, and he couldn't bear to refuse the hope in those eyes.

"Okay, then take four days off. Seventeen must come back to class."

The three children cheered and said it was all right.

As soon as Mr. Zhuang announced that he was going to leave school, the three of them immediately packed up Mr. Zhuang's luggage diligently. Mr. Zhuang disliked it, and when they were almost finished, they threw the people away and finished by themselves.

The three of them happily carried the small bookcase and went out. As soon as they went out, they said to Bai Erlang: "Bai Er, let's go to your father and ask him to give us our money."

Bai Erlang nodded fiercely, "I'm going to Yizhou!" So it may take a lot of money.

Bai Shanbao also said, "I'm going too, Manbao, are you going?"

Man Bao shook his head, "I'm not going, I'm going into the county to buy things."

"What? Isn't there in Yizhou?"

"Yes, but Yizhou is too far away, so I don't want to buy it there."

This time, Mr. Bai didn't have money and goods. It's not that he was short of money, but that he wanted to let the three children feel what it means to press the payment for goods.

Sometimes, when you sell something, you can get the money back immediately.

Maybe it was because he didn't reveal his secrets, or maybe because he wanted to get the consent of the three children, he didn't even give the money from the old Zhou family.

The three children were not worried, but the old Zhou was very worried. He felt that the landlord was so big, and the rich landlord was still a little short of his money. Well, every morning when I wake up, I have to look in the direction of Bai's house, for fear that Master Bai ran away overnight.