The Pastoral Residence of the Down and Out Young Master

Vegetable oil is not selling well in the shop, so Zhao Tian had to store up the leftover cotton seeds first. After all, seeds are more durable than oil, but there is a time limit for seeds to produce oil. The rate will be much lower, and the main thing is to find a way out quickly.

The cotton on the eight-acre field has been busy removing seeds and picking seeds for almost two months. At this time, winter has already entered, but it has not yet reached the coldest time. Everyone rubbed their hands and looked at a large pile of cotton seeds in a daze. It's better to sell cotton directly. After spending a long time, I bought a seed remover and an oil press, and in the end they all fell into my hands.

In fact, Zhao Tian originally planned to sell the cotton that had been seeded at home, but the cotton couldn’t be stored, and it would turn red after a long time. Besides, there was no place to store it at home. There are jars of oil squeezed, so I had to sell the cotton to traders.

Now Mo Ceng can lie down and run up by himself, and he can't do without people for a moment. In order to prevent the child from running to the ground, Zhao Tian specially made a small car for him, so that Zhao Di can help with the housework. The four of them Then concentrate on selling oil and cabbage.

The Chinese cabbage can be stored for a long time if the outer leaves are dry, and those who are hit by the oil don’t know how well the cabbage can be sold, so I dried the cabbage in advance, because vegetable oil is still in short supply, so Zhao Tian plans to go to The state and provincial capitals looked at the market, and there were ink marks at home. Li San and Li Wu sold cabbage.

Almost every household in the countryside grows their own vegetables, and the three of them didn’t bother to travel around the village and directly took a cart of cabbage to the county market. Moji only had the experience of selling chicken cubs with Zhao Tian when he was a child. If he had no other experience, he knew that selling was a must. Yes, even though he and Li San usually talked the most, but now neither of them could yell out, and they were all good at poking Li Wu. Unexpectedly, Li Wu really yelled unambiguously.

Because the family has eight acres of cabbage, they sell it not expensive, and they don't bother to weigh it, so they sell it by the tree, two for a penny, don't look at Li Wu who doesn't like to talk, but he can't hold his voice loudly, he calls around the car There was a circle of people around, because they were grown at home, and those who bought more would give an extra one. After a while, most of the cabbage got out of the car.

As the form was good, Li San hurriedly said to Moji, "Let's unload this small half of the truck, and pull another truck."

Moji thought this was fine, so he asked Li Wu to go back and load another cart. They sold cabbage here, and without Li Wu's loud voice, there were a lot fewer people. When Li Wu came back, they guarded the open space.

Every line has its own rules. They sell cabbage in large quantities here and there are many people who buy them, which attracts local snakes. The ink marks don’t take such people seriously. Regardless of five or six of them, the ink marks are continuous. Without even raising your eyelids, let the group of people yell and drink.

Li San was a little afraid and tugged at the corner of the ink-stained clothes and whispered, "What should I do? Why don't you discuss it with Mo Mo? He often does business here, so maybe he knows some people."

"I'm afraid they will go, and they can still beat someone. If they really beat someone, we can just run away. Anyway, we have nothing but money."

Li San was so frightened by the vicious appearance of those people that his legs trembled, "Why don't we run now?"

Moji looked around and said, "I guess I can't get out, and we are surrounded."

Li San looked at the ink marks and said calmly, but the actual situation was not optimistic at all, and he couldn't help but sweat in his heart, "Then why are you still talking about running?"

Seeing the two of them muttering that there was no one to pay, those people began to push and push the two of them. After all, they were asking for money. Although they pushed and pushed, it was not too much. Now that the ink is gone, how could he touch it? Having seen this kind of thing, no one has ever bullied him except Zhao Tian, ​​so he immediately got angry, "Fuck you, try touching me again?" |

I don't know which head was kicked by the donkey, but it really poked the ink blot and said, "I touched it, what's the matter?"

"What, I beat you so hard that your own father can't even recognize you." After finishing speaking, he punched the man. Although the ink marks are not good at kung fu, they have been practiced at least, and their hands and feet are much lighter than ordinary people. What is that man? It didn't work out, and the other people saw the trouble and wanted to make a move but they didn't dare. After all, they all rely on their momentum to scare people, and it's really pitiful that they rarely do it.

After typing the ink, the man hooked his fingers to the others and said, "Who is coming?"

None of those people came forward but no one left. It had been a stalemate for a while when Mo heard the wind and arrived. Mo Mo knew what happened when he saw the situation, so he hurriedly stuffed twenty people for the beaten person. Tongzi, gave another twenty coppers to the person who was obviously the leader, and said, "They are all from my own family. The younger brother in the family has never seen the world and is ignorant. Everyone, Haihan, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

When those people saw what Mo Mo said, they replied, "We didn't do anything because of your face, but you brother is really stunned. You broke the mood of the brothers and beat someone."

Mo scolded these bastards in his heart, but he still smiled on his face and took out twenty copper coins from his purse and said, "Take these and go to the teahouse to listen to songs, it's a small one to compensate everyone."

Mo Mo said a lot of good things and then the gang left, but no one paid attention to the ink stains from the beginning to the end. The ink stains were stared at by Mo several times, and it was not easy to attack. After the gang left, he said, "What are you doing to them?" Money, didn’t you sell so much today?”

Mo Mo sighed and said, "My good young master, these people seem to be stealing money, but in fact they are all allowed by the yamen, and they are more or less related to the people in the yamen. Otherwise, no one would dare to take care of them, and it's my fault. This incident happened without telling you clearly, by the way, where is Li Wu?"

"He went back to pull cabbage"

"In that case, I'll go back to the shop to cook first, and then you can go and have a rest when you're done."

Li Sangang was taken aback and was still stunned. Seeing that Mo Mo was about to leave, he said, "They won't come again."

Mo Mo replied, "No, these people only want money, so they don't cause trouble, otherwise, so many people would not give it happily, and besides, they are also good at doing business, and they have a conscience."

Seeing that Li San was so frightened, Moji laughed and said, "It's not as good as me. You are so scared. You don't look like a master. You don't look like a brother in your clothes. You look pretty handsome."

"What nonsense, do you think everyone is practicing martial arts?"

Moji thinks about it too, just at this time Li Wu came back with cabbage, and the two of them started selling cabbage without mentioning the fight. Taking the opportunity, he asked Li Wu to go back and pull a cart, so he could run fast thanks to the bullock cart, otherwise he would feel anxious.