The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

By then, there will be enough space for study tables and equipment. "Look at my house, there is no place to put them. But the third child is already making adobe bricks. It won't be long before the new house is built and we can make a place for the children to study."

Looking into the yard, two walls had been built and there was a pile of unused bricks on the ground. This family was full of hardworking people, working together and not afraid of not being able to live a good life. The aunt sighed in her heart and suddenly remembered something, not knowing whether she should tell Yan Zi.

After thinking for a long time, I felt that I should remind her to prevent any trouble before it happens. "Yanzi, I have seen Widow Li from the village waiting for someone at the intersection for two consecutive days. She was talking and laughing with your third son. You have to be careful and don't take it lightly."

"Your family is much better off now than before. There are so many people keeping an eye on your man. Don't let them take advantage of you."

Yan Zi stopped what she was doing and said in a gentle but serious tone, "I understand. I will keep this in mind."

The aunt was very satisfied to see that the other party had listened to her reminder. She felt that her earnest advice was not in vain. After they discussed the style of the new clothes, they went home.

Yan Zi thought about what she had just said and found it to be very reasonable. Although Ni'er was in charge of the family's money and outsiders didn't know about it, she would not tolerate being hooked up with someone else and had to nip it in the bud before it even started.

I'll go to the fields with the third child later. I haven't been there for a long time, so I should go and take a look. If I run into her, it means that her man is being remembered by someone, which is not a good thing.

My eldest sister-in-law had reminded me of this before. It is said that men become bad when they have money. After years of observation, I think the character of the third brother is still trustworthy.

There is no evidence at the moment, so just take care of your own business. If you find anything wrong, give the third brother a warning first.

People who came to ask Yan Zi to do work, considering that she was pregnant, never urged her to do it. However, Yan Zi couldn't stand seeing so much work piled up at once, so she did one after another and wanted to take on fewer jobs. But when others offered money, she couldn't help but take them. She kept lamenting that she was obsessed with money and how could she be so greedy.

The eldest brother and his wife actually sold a full bucket of soy milk. They went to the back street, which was so quiet that there was no one around. They took out the money they had earned that day and counted it several times. It was a total of sixteen cents.

The soybeans the old lady took out were small in quantity and poor in quality. Almost every soybean had mold spots on it, the only difference was the number. The ground soy milk was diluted with a lot of water, and it didn't fill the ten-jin bucket, but only about eight jin.

I was going to add some more water, but luckily I tasted it before adding it and found the beans were very light in flavor. If I added more water, it would just become water, so I didn't add any more.

One cent for two bowls, and he sold 32 bowls. He actually made money this way. Compared with working in the fields with his face to the earth and his back to the sky, and working hard all day long, this job is really easy and profitable. Who would go farming in the future?

The eldest son and his wife looked at each other and laughed out loud, turning the copper coins over and over in their hands. The money would no longer belong to them, and they felt a little disappointed. They remembered their mother's instructions before they went out, and went to the grain store to buy some soybeans. They asked passers-by about the location of the grain store and went straight there.

The word "Grain Store" was simply written on the plaque at the door. Of course, the two men did not recognize it. On both sides were large displays of grains. They stuck their heads inside and looked inside. They saw all kinds of grains packed in low cloth bags with their mouths wide open. They were of different colors and looked very beautiful. There was not only grain but also various dry goods, and many kinds of food that they could not name. There were not many people inside, but they were always busy.

After confirming that this was the place, the two walked in. The shopkeeper came up to them warmly and asked, "What would you like to buy, sirs?"

The eldest daughter-in-law looked around the store and asked, "Do you have soybeans?"

"Yes, over here. Follow me. You two look unfamiliar. You may not live in this town." The shopkeeper was smiling and friendly.

Niu Laoda took out a few soybeans from the cloth bag in the store, put them in the palm of his hand, and squeezed them with his other hand. The farmer was very knowledgeable and immediately determined that these were soybeans of very good quality. "Well, we are from Niujia Village."

The shopkeeper had an expression of understanding, "I know everyone in this town, and almost every one of them has bought something from my store. I'm not bragging, but the food in my store is of the best quality."

The eldest son's wife took a look at the soybeans. They were indeed excellent, bright yellow, and each bean was plump and clean, unlike the ones at home that were covered with mold spots. "How much are they?"

The boss was still smiling, and his tone was very sincere, "Our store clearly marked the price and it is fair to everyone. A pound of soybeans is six cents."

This bucket is not enough to sell today, so I have to fill it up tomorrow, which means ten pounds. No matter how much water is added to a pound of soybeans, it will not be ten pounds. If no one comes to buy it, it will be terrible. The price will be at least one and a half pounds, which is nine cents. I only made sixteen cents in total, and I have to spend half the money more. Naturally, the cost should be as low as possible.

"Are there any cheaper ones?" they both asked at the same time.

The boss's smile seemed to be embedded in his face, without a trace of impatience, and he took the two to the other side, "The ones here are a little cheaper, four cents per pound, and they are a little smaller."

Four cents is not cheap. If you buy it, you won't have a peaceful night. The old lady may scold you all night long without repeating herself. Who knows what new and unbearable words you will hear. The two were not satisfied with the price at all.

Niu Laoda leaned down slightly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Boss, do you have the kind that is more deflated, preferably with a little mold on it?"

The shopkeeper stopped smiling and bowed to the side, "Our store sells only good grains, which have been passed down from our ancestors. We rely on the word integrity. You are tarnishing the reputation of our store."

He extended his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "We don't have what you want here, please."

The two men came out dejectedly and looked for several shops before they found cheap soybeans at one cent per pound. They decided to buy them immediately. They hurried over but missed the ox cart. They were running behind it, panting. Finally, they stopped the ox cart halfway. When they got off, they only gave the driver two cents, saying that since they were picking up the car halfway, they should be charged half the fare.

The coachman was so angry that he fumed and glared. How could this be justified? He always charged per person, two cents each. He thought he would let them walk back next time to see who would get a blister on the leg.

He walked in carrying the empty bucket and met the old lady's furrowed brow. The smile on his face instantly disappeared, and nervousness began to spread. He couldn't help swallowing and hurriedly took out a bag containing twelve cents and two pounds of soybeans.

The moment she saw the money, all the wrinkles on the old lady's face smoothed out, and she stretched out her dry hand at lightning speed and grabbed the purse.