Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 264 The price is high

  Lao Zhoutou glanced at the time and said to Feng's family: "You go to Zhou Hu's house and ask if your mother will come back for dinner."

  Feng responded.

  Qian gave birth to many children. Although she is not a midwife, anyone in the village likes to let her sit in the yard. Even if she doesn’t do anything, she can talk to her.

  Feng came back soon and said, “It’s not that fast, I just started it. It’s not bad that I can be born at night.”

  So everyone stopped waiting for her and started to eat with the dishes. After the meal, Feng helped put the dishes in the kitchen. Today it was Zhou Xi’s turn to wash the dishes.

Then the adults moved the chairs and stools together to sit in the yard and summarized today’s work. The children ran around in the yard to play, and the older ones took the burnt wooden sticks and wrote in the yard. When writing and painting, they are all remembering the words Manbao taught them.

Man Bao taught them another piece of "The Analects of Confucius", which is not long, only three sentences. She used a wooden stick to write the characters clearly on the ground. After teaching them twice, she dropped the stick to listen to the second. Brother speak.

  Tuesday Lang took out all the income from entering the city. Everyone couldn't help but stare, because there were four strings of copper plates inside, and a lot of them that were not stringed together, and there were fifty or sixty essays visually.

On Tuesday, Lang Le Taotao said: "Father, although tofu and vegetables are cheap, they accumulate more. The wild mushrooms we brought are also selling well. This year there are few people selling wild mushrooms, and those who are rich are willing to spend money. ."

  Lao Zhou was impatient. They had sold these things before, and they knew the price. This was not what he wanted to know the most, so he directly said: "You can just tell me how much Fuling sold for."

The smile on Lang’s face on Tuesday couldn’t be suppressed, “You must have never thought that the tuckahoe is still carrying mud. The shopkeeper Zheng received it all, and weighed it with the skin. I will take it with me. The two pieces of money were three and a half catties, so they sold two hundred and eighty wen."

  It was just two pieces of Poria, the money he sold was comparable to the basket of wild mushrooms, two baskets of vegetables and two buckets of tofu he brought with him.

  If it weren’t for the basket of wild mushrooms, I’m afraid I would have to add a basket of vegetables and a bucket of tofu to compare with the two pieces of Poria.

  Lao Zhoutou was also surprised, and asked: "This thing is so expensive? It is even more expensive than Ligustrum?"

"No, I heard from the treasurer Zheng that some old ladies and young ladies like to use Poria for dim sum and desserts. They say it is a sacred product for beauty, not worse than bird's nest, so a box of Poria can sell two to two to twelve. the price of."

On Tuesday Lang still feels a little regretful, "Our Poria are big and white. It is said to be the best. After concoction, a box can sell at least five taels. I have seen their Poria boxes, and they certainly won’t fit a catty. I guess it looks like a couple of two."

  Lao Zhou’s abacus in his heart began to fight, "Should I cut it off and dry it? Then our family will dry it by ourselves..."

"Father, don't think about it, it's not that simple," said Tuo Lang: "It has to be concocted. This Poria is not a Ligustrum. It can be heated with hot water and dried in the sun. I heard that there are several ways to do it. , And each method of obtaining Poria is different, and the diseases treated are also different. There is a cinnabar system, but it is difficult, anyway, I can’t remember."

  Lao Zhou looked at Man Bao.

  Everyone's eyes followed along.

  Man Baozheng was listening with gusto. Seeing everyone looking at her, she blinked and asked, "What's wrong?"

  Lao Zhou asked expectantly, "Man Bao, have you seen any books about concocting pharmaceutical materials in Mr. Zhuang and Shanbao's house?"

  Man Bao thought for a while and said, "It seems that Mr. Zhuang has a thin book."

  Lao Zhou’s head was bright, and he asked, "Can you understand it?"

Man Bao knew what the old man's idea was, and said, "Father, don't think about it. It's easy to fail in manufacturing materials. We don't have any familiar hands, so we have to buy cinnabar. If the preparation is not good, then not only the cinnabar is wasted, but also the Fuling is wasted. What a waste."

  This thing is so hard to find, how can it be wasted casually?

  Man Bao said that, Tue Lang immediately woke up and said: "Father, this pound of Fuling is eighty words, with skin and sticky mud."

  Man Bao couldn’t help but said, “Second brother, Fuling skin is also a medicinal material, of course it’s necessary to bring the skin.”

   "Oh, even the skin is medicinal."

  That Tuesday Lang was even more reluctant, and said: "Father, even the skin has to be concocted. This is what Manbao can teach, and we don't think we can learn it."

  Thursday Lang nodded fiercely, "Father, this thing is hard to find."

  Lao Zhou sighed in disappointment, "Okay, then let's find Fuling to sell Fuling."

However, after losing so much money, Lao Zhou still felt a little heartache, so he stared at his sons who hated iron and steel, and said: "Look at you all, Bai grows so big, he can't even concoct medicinal materials. "

  Brothers: ...you will, but you are on it.

  In fact, Zhou Dalang and others think they are already very good. When they were young, what did their father do when they were doing these things?

  Before, their father would only work in the fields, so he could stay hungry throughout the year. The clothes that the brothers wore were all picked up by their uncles, and then passed down one by one.

  Man Bao is as easy to be satisfied as her brothers. Her husband has taught her and Bai Shanbao more than once to slow down, run forward before learning to walk, and flying into the sky without learning to walk.

  The former will fall violently, while the latter may fall from the sky to the ground.

  The former may just be painful, and it will be fine after a while, but the latter will be deadly. Of course, this consequence is the result of in-depth discussion between Man Bao and Ke Ke.

  So although she is always full of confidence, to a certain extent, she still feels very humble and self-aware.

  Keke: That's weird!

Lao Zhou asked Man Bao to take out the ledger, write down all the money that Lang brought back today, and then began to take all the money. After thinking about it, he counted ten words from the scattered copper plates. Money to him, said: "Since the vegetables and tofu can be sold at a price, then you will continue to the county town tomorrow. Didn't you say that the food in Xiaowan can be eaten?"

   "It is okay, but it is too tender. It is delicious or delicious. At this time, it is a bit of a loss for us to sell."

  "Then we will continue to sell the vegetables in the vegetable garden tomorrow. After two or three days, the vegetables from Xiaowan will be suitable. Everyone, you can soak the beans now and get up tomorrow morning to make tofu."

  Xiao Qian's response.

On Tuesday Lang took the ten cents and sighed sadly. It would be fine if his mother was at home. You know, now his income from entering the city is paid to his father-in-law, and he doesn’t have a share of it, so every time he enters the city as a mother Will give him fifteen cents.

  In addition to the entrance fee and the protection fee, he still has about five words left. He can buy a bowl of hot soup and dry food in the county town, or he can occasionally luxuriate in a steamed bun.

  But his father gave him ten cents today.

  Man Bao also felt that his father was very picky. After taking a sympathetic look at the second brother, he patted his **** to see the nephews and nieces writing. She took a shower and changed clothes, so she can’t go out to play today.

  (End of this chapter)