Farmer’s Little Girl

   Chapter 417

  Lao Zhou stared, "Sell? You changed money instead of wheat?"

  Man Bao smiled and nodded, waiting for Lao Zhou to boast.

  Old Zhou tremblingly asked, "You, how much did you sell?"

  Man Baote proudly said: "All sold!"

   Now not only Lao Zhou Tau, but Zhou Dalang and others who are in the yard can't stand it anymore, they all gathered around, "All sold?"

Lao Zhou did not sit still, and slid his **** from the threshold to the ground. He slapped his thigh and couldn't help but yell "Ouch, oops". He pointed to Man Bao and could not beat or scold him. I can cry, "What a prodigal kid, what's the use of changing to money? Can money be eaten? Can you eat it?"

  Lao Zhou shouted: "There is only a small amount of food left in the summer and autumn harvests at home last year. You sold all the wheat in your house. What about this old snack?"

  Man Bao stayed for a while, she was patronizing to make money, but she didn't expect this.

  But she quickly recovered and comforted her father: "Father, it's okay, Master Bai said, tomorrow we have money and goods, we can just go directly to buy food when we have the money."

Lao Zhou could not help but point her forehead with his finger and said: "Girl, are you stupid to read, you sell food and buy food again? What do you want? You know how much you will lose. ?"

   "No loss," Man Bao said, "Even if I still buy wheat, I will sell one hundred and fifty wen for a bucket, and buy another fifty wen can make a lot of money."

Man Bao saw that her father was crying badly, her little head turned quickly, and she quickly said: "You don't have to go to the county to buy it. Shanbao still has a lot of wheat in his house. I told him, let He sells it to our family, anyway, their food will be sold out."

  Old Zhou still has to cry. On Tuesday Lang already shouted, "Father!"

  Lao Zhou's head was startled and he was about to get angry. Chu Lang had already squeezed over and his eyes were bright and asked, "Man Bao, how much did you just say you sold to Master Bai?"

  Man Bao proudly said: "One hundred and fifty literals!"

  Lao Zhoutou only then heard the number clearly, his eyes glared, and he became straight again!

  Qian gave him a slap in his hand, and Lao Zhou's first spirit woke up. He didn't blame the old wife, but grabbed her hand and asked, "Did I unknowingly fall asleep and dream?"

   "What dream do you have, haven't you seen the children here?" Qian turned his head and told his second daughter-in-law, "Go and light up the oil lamp, and let your father look at the paperwork Man Bao brought back."

  Feng responded happily, mainly because they wanted to watch it too.

  The oil lamp was lit, and the family gathered around to read the document. Now Lao Zhoutou could barely recognize a few numbers and his own name.

  So he didn't recognize all those words, instead he asked Man Baoqian where he wrote the number, and then just stared at it.

After reading the old one for a long time and confirming that it was one hundred and fifty essays, Lao Zhou put away the papers like a baby, and then blasted his sons with disgust, and then asked Man Bao in a soft voice: " Man Bao, is our wheat made of gold? Why is it so expensive?"

"It's not expensive at all," Man Bao said, "The grains sold in the grain shops in the county are 144 cents per ounce. Our wheat seeds are better than theirs, but we only sell one hundred and fifty. It’s just text."

  Lao Zhou was speechless, "Why is this kind of expensive? I remember that wheat varieties used to be ten cents or nine cents per catty?"

  Lao Zhoutou worked hard to forget it, but didn’t figure it out clearly, so he simply asked Chu Lang who came up again, “How much does it cost to replace it with a bucket?”

  "One hundred and twenty texts?"

  Lao Zhou was speechless again, "It's so expensive. Why is it so expensive to change to a bucket?"

  Everyone: ...what's the price? One bucket is about twelve catties, and you can buy twelve catties directly at the same price.

  Lao Zhou’s heart jumped, and he always felt a little unreal. He only remembered it after a while, “Then how do you exchange wheat with the villagers, you should also let Master Bai spend money to buy it.”

   "Father, it is not Mr. Bai who trades wheat, it is us." Man Bao said, "We traded wheat and sold to Mr. Bai."

   "What?!" Old Zhoutou couldn't help but yelled loudly, and asked, "Who are you?"

   "Me, Bai Shanbao and Bai Erbai," Man Bao said, "Shanbao and his grandmother bought a batch of grain in exchange for grain. We exchanged it and sold the wheat to Master Bai at the same price."

   "Oh," Lao Zhou could not help but pat his thigh, and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier, if you tell Dad earlier, Dad won't bargain with you, just change a pound for a pound."

  Everyone looked at him contemptuously.

  Lao Zhou glared back and said, "What do you think? Last year they exchanged wheat varieties with our house just like this. Then my girl wants to change it back now, so why should we increase the price."

   "Father, Grandma Liu said, we are not going to be profiteers. In the future, the villagers will have more contacts. How can we just think of taking advantage of everyone?"

  Qian gave him a sideways glance, and said, "You are all this age, and this little thought is not as good as a child of Man Bao."

"Man Bao is a scholar, and I can't compare it to me." Lao Zhou was confident, but he raised his head and said to a group of sons, daughters, and grandchildren: "We should know this as long as we know it. You are not allowed to talk outside. do you know?"

  Everyone should do it.

  Old Zhoutou said: "How much money you earn, you can count on your own family. If you go outside, it is you who are in trouble in the future. After you go back, you will talk to the children."

  Lao Zhou paused and said, “Sell the wheat tomorrow, fourth child, you go to the big market to cut more meat and come back. Our family will celebrate and celebrate.”

  Lao Zhoutou is very happy, and everyone in Zhou's family is also very happy.

  Lao Zhoutou let go of his thoughts, but he was excited at the moment and couldn't sleep. He just waved to let everyone go out, and then went out to enjoy the cool.

   Seeing the little girl’s belly billowing, I knew that she hadn’t eaten enough to eat, so she simply pulled her to sit on the threshold, and let the old wife rub her belly.

  He smiled and asked, "Man Bao, don’t you forget it, how much money can we sell all our wheat?"

   "I don't know, I haven't weighed it yet."

   "Huh? That's not written on the document?"

   "It's empty, I will write it after we weigh it tomorrow."

  Lao Zhou started to ponder when he heard it.

   Seeing that he was silent, Qian asked, "What do you think?"

  Old Zhoutou said: "I remember that the eldest brother and the others changed their wheat seeds from our place last year. The winter wheat is all our seeds, right?"

   Qian's heart moved and nodded.

  Lao Zhou first took out the cigarette rod and slowly filled it with shredded tobacco.

  Qian did not speak, letting him think.

   After a long time, Lao Zhoutou asked Manbao, “Manbao, does Mr. Bai harvest all the new wheat varieties, or only yours and ours?”

  Man Bao thought for a while, and felt that she could not be the master of Bai, so he said: "I only mentioned our family to him."

  (End of this chapter)