Farmer’s Blessed Girl

There are many villagers who have the same idea as the old Zhou family.

From May last year to the present, basically everyone's nerves are tense, and everyone's belly is also tense.

Not only the children, but also the adults themselves, after the summer harvest and the autumn harvest one after another, they couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

It's impossible to spend money on pastries or something, but you can make some delicious food at home.

So when Zhou Dalang and Zhou Zhoulang were about to grind things in the mill, people from the village came one after another.

Seeing that the old Zhou family had produced so many things, the people who came couldn't help but stunned, "Your family came too early."

The brothers smiled naively. It was too early. They had already ground the soy milk for making tofu, and now it is estimated that Xiao Qian's family has already made tofu.

Mr. Qian did make the tofu, and he was pressing it with a wooden board specially made to press the tofu, while Mr. Feng poured the tender beancurd in the wooden barrel with sugar water for breakfast at home.

Man Bao ate a whole bowl, put down the bowl contentedly, and waited for pancakes.

Today's pancake was made by Sister-in-Law. After Man Bao got it, he broke half of it and handed it to the big head. The big head broke a small piece and handed it to Da Ya.

Da Ya ate it directly.

She didn't dislike it at all, it was made by the third aunt.

Not only Feng's He, but also Fang, who has only been married for more than a year, is used to the reaction of these children in the family.

When there is no shortage of food and drink at home, the children in the family are a little picky, but if the father-in-law controls the food a little bit and only lets everyone eat it thin, then no matter who is cooking, they can all rush to eat it with relish.

After eating and drinking, Man Bao went to put the bead flowers presented yesterday on his head, followed by Da Ya and the others.

They also have their own bronze mirrors, so they don't have to rub against their mother's bronze mirror anymore, they can take pictures as long as they want.

When Lao Zhoutou discovered the beaded flowers on the heads of the girls in the family, it was time for everyone to get together to eat dumplings.

After Xiao Qian made the tofu, he personally took his aunt and his sister-in-law to make dumplings and rice cakes. The children of the old Zhou family were so happy that they were about to go crazy.

After eating a small bowl of glutinous rice balls, I ran out to show off to my friends. After calling friends for a while, I smelled the fragrance and ran home to eat rice cakes.

The children in the village ran in behind their butts, ate several rice cakes with them, and then ran away.

Of course, Datou and the others followed those children to their house to eat...

This Mid-Autumn Festival, all the people in Qili Village are immersed in the beauty of food.

Man Bao also specially packed two servings of his favorite rice cakes to share with his two friends, but was told that both of them had gone to Yizhou.

Man Bao regretted for a moment, and then decided to help them eat both rice cakes.

Man Bao, who was fed up, touched his small round belly and secretly said, "It's really a good harvest. Dad is willing to make so many rice cakes at home."

Man Bao, who had been stretched out of food, didn't know that not everyone was happy because of the harvest.

At this time, Magistrate Yang was not very happy. Because the autumn harvest was over, the price of grain in the county town had dropped. He was very happy. As a result, he had nothing to do in the past two days. In addition, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone would come to pay taxes one after another. So as soon as his heart moved, he took his servants to the countryside again.

The first ones to go were, of course, a few wealthy villages with lots of fertile fields. Only then did I know that the price of grain in the county town had dropped, and the price of rice had dropped to 17 cents per bucket. As a result, the grain merchants settled in the countryside. The price of grain is eight cents a bucket, and even two villages have been suppressed to seven cents a bucket.

While the villagers complained, they still had to pull out the surplus food at home and plan to sell it.

Because the family needs money, and most of them have only this way to get money.

The county magistrate Yang's festival has not yet passed, so he gave himself a belly to eat.

Then, in a fit of rage, he asked the chief clerk to take the yamen to these villages, and directly offered ten cents a dou to collect the corn, and he mentioned that the wheat was raised from a dou of twelve to a dou of fifteen cents.

Grain merchants waiting to harvest grain in various villages:  …

In the countryside, there are usually only two news that will spread the fastest, one is about changes in taxes, and the other is about food prices.

Although those few wealthy villages were far away from Dali Village and Qili Village, the news came at the same speed as a hurricane.

The county magistrate Yang set up a posture in the village to collect grain, but after a short while, the news spread to the county seat, to the local Daji, and from the county seat and Daji to Daji and villages in various towns and towns.

In the afternoon, when someone went to Daji to buy meat, they said, "I heard that the county magistrate is collecting millet, ten cents a bucket."

"Hey, isn't that two cents more than the one from Dali Village?"

Qili Village is a bit biased, and there are only about 60 households here, not even a mile, so they are not rare to come to Qili Village to collect grain.

The main reason is that Master Bai never sells his grain to them. His grain has always been purchased by a regular grain merchant, and he also has a grain shop at home, and he rarely cooperates with the local grain merchants in Luojiang County.

Therefore, if the villagers of Qili Village want to sell food, they have to transport it to Dali Village.

Basically, several small villages near them will concentrate their food there and sell them.

Now the price they offer is eight cents, and some people have gone to the grain shop in the county to ask, and they are also offering eight cents.

Therefore, the villagers have always felt that since they are all eight cents of money, it is better to sell them in Daji rather than transport them to the county seat.

Many people in Qili Village plan to send it after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and some people have an appointment with Lao Zhoutou.

Old Zhoutou realized that his family was not very short of money, and he had just experienced a natural disaster, so he valued grain very much, so he decided not to sell grain this year, and kept it for himself.

If I can't finish it, it will be good to eat Chenliang next year.

In the opinion of Lao Zhoutou, one-year old grains taste better than new grains.

"I heard that Jiangding Village is also going to do this. The yamen has already notified it today. Otherwise, let's go to Jiangding Village to have a look. If it is true, we will transport it to Jiangding Village to sell."

"The county government collects it, then, can that give you money?"

"Don't worry, I heard that the county magistrate asked people to transport baskets of copper coins to the village," the villager's eyes lit up. , their family is very rich, not bad!"

The reason why I say this is naturally because Yang Heshu was very generous in his actions after he settled in the county government.

This kind of generosity does not mean that he spends money like running water, but it means that he eats in restaurants every few minutes.

Whether it’s eating by himself or with others, he pays the bill; when he goes out to buy things, he pays the bill himself; he even hires a donkey cart on the road and takes out a copper plate to pay the bill after a ride.

All of this falls into the eyes of the uninitiated country people, that is, the new county magistrate is not bad for money!

The eyes of those who heard it lit up, and they all said: "Then go to Jiangding Village tomorrow to see. If the county magistrate really collects grain there, then we will sell it to him too."

It's a bit calvin, so although I got up very early, it's still not until now.