Farmer’s Little Girl

   Chapter 437

  Qili Village is remote, no grain merchants have come here to harvest wheat, so Lao Zhoutou doesn’t know what the current purchase price of wheat in the countryside is.

  But he knows what the price of the grain shop is, because his daughter just mentioned it to him last night.

  So he felt that the wheat, which was ten cents less than the grain shop, was really cheap, which was a conscience price.

   So he passed the old wife and shook Bai Shanbao's hand, and said gratefully: "It's still the little son who is kind."

  I originally wanted to ask why Mr. Bai still transported wheat from Longzhou, not his own wheat...? I forgot the words.

  In Lao Zhoutou’s cognition, although the White House and the White House are two houses, they are actually one family.

  Lao Mrs. Liu has no grown-up males. Naturally, she has to rely on Master Bai, so what Bai Shanbao said in his house represents Master Bai.

  Lao Zhoutou couldn't help but sigh in his heart, feeling that Master Bai is really a good person. They had only made such a large sum of money from him before.

  Thinking about this, Lao Zhou said immediately: "Little son, go back and tell Master Bai that when the wheat harvested in summer comes down, if he still wants to buy my wheat as seeds, I will give him a cheaper price."

   "No!" Bai Shanbao and Man Bao said in unison.

  The two said at the same time: "Father (old man), how can you keep the price down?"

   "Huh?" Lao Zhou stared, and his maidens objected, so why did the young son of the Bai family object also, shouldn't he be in the same group with Master Bai?

  Qian glanced at him helplessly, didn't he understand until now? Bai Shan and Mr. Bai are two families!

  Man Bao said: "Father, you have lowered the price, what about our farm? We are my own family, you can't do this."

  Bai Shanbao nodded in agreement.

  Lao Zhou stared at Bai Shanbao blankly. He and Man Bao were in the same family, but weren’t the little son and Master Bai a family?

  Isn’t he selling Master Bai through the little boy?

  How come the young son of the Bai family also objected?

  Until he sent people out the door, Lao Zhou was still a little confused.

  Bai Shanbao also quietly said to Manbao, "We are in the same group. You can't keep the price down."

   "Don't worry," Man Bao said, "I must be optimistic about my father, I am not at home, and my mother is there."

  Bai Shanbao was still relieved of Manbao, and then he waved his hand to say goodbye to her, "Well, let’s go, I’m going home first, and I’m going to class tomorrow, I have to go back to preview."

  Man Bao also stretched her skin, thinking that she would go back to the house to study later.

  When the master and servant were far away, the head of old Zhou remembered that he still had one main question that he hadn’t asked, "Man Bao, have you agreed with the young master how many bags of wheat?"

Old Zhou muttered, "In fact, the wheat will come down in another month, but if Mr. Bai buys wheat seeds from our family again... Actually, it’s nothing. It doesn’t look like it will be flooded this month. , The wheat ears have begun to fill up, and drought hasn’t affected much. After all, it rained just before..."

"So when the time comes, you can buy some food directly from the villagers," Lao Zhoutou himself counted the days when the summer food came down with his fingers. He was not good at counting the other food, but his direct reaction was comparable to that of the family ration. Much faster, so he said: "With some bran, two sacks are enough..."

  Manbao heard it, and immediately shouted: "I don't want buns mixed with bran!"

  The older children immediately gathered around and said one after another: "Grandpa, grandpa, I don't want to eat either."

His voice was too noisy, as if there were hundreds of chickens clucking in his ears at the same time, Lao Zhoutou waved his hands in disgust, "Okay, okay, if you don’t eat it, then buy three sacks. NS."

  The children are happy when they hear it, and the adults are happy when they hear it. The family has only made so much money. How can it be mixed with bran?

  Lao Zhou turned his head to look for Qian, and asked, “I don’t know if you want to buy wheat there. Anyway, the freshly ground flour at home can still be eaten for several days. How about waiting for Sister Ming’er and the others to ask?”

  Qian nodded: "Okay."

Lao Zhou lowered his head and smiled brightly at Man Bao, and said in a soft voice: "Man Bao, can you tell the young man, leave us the wheat for two more days, don't take out for the time being, maybe we will It’s possible to buy more bags at home."

  Manbao said that there was no problem. In Qili Village, Bai Shanbao’s wheat could not be sold anyway.

  If it is sold to a grain merchant in Luojiang County, it seems that he is losing money again.

  Lao Zhou became happy, reached out his hand and touched Man Bao’s head and sighed, "Our Man Bao is really getting better."

  Man Bao and the old Zhou family nodded their heads with deep approval. She also felt that she was getting better and better, and she would be even better in the future.

  Because of Mr. Zhuang’s tone today, I am afraid that in the future, they will study as intense as the wind in summer and autumn and the cold in winter and spring.

Ugh--

When    entered the door, Lao Zhoutou let someone close the door.

  Wednesday Lang and Thursday Lang closed the gates in confusion. The sun is only going to set now, and the sky is still bright. What doors are closed in broad daylight?

  Closed the door. As the head of the family, Lao Zhoutou occupies the door threshold of the hall. As long as there is a family meeting, this position is basically his exclusive.

  Qian did not like to sit on the threshold, she still preferred to sit on the stool, Man Bao dragged a small stool to sit with her mother.

  Although I have agreed, I still feel a little heartache when the matter comes.

But seeing his old wife and daughters looking at him with dazzling eyes, and all the children and grandchildren underneath looking at him confusedly, Lao Zhou banged his cigarette stick and said with great momentum: "Boss Go and take out the money that was just exchanged."

   "Oh." Zhou Dalang walked into his parents' room with a bewilderment, and found that the back basket he had back was placed on the ground, and the money in it hadn't moved.

   Zhou Dalang vaguely felt something was wrong, but he still carried the back basket out.

  Lao Zhoutou asked him to take out the silver in the cloth bag.

   Zhou Dalang obediently put it in front of his father.

  Lao Zhoutou opened the cloth bag, and inside was a pile of silver ingots that had doubled in number but was half the size.

  Old Zhoutou replaced all the twelve twelve ingots of silver with five taels.

  He felt that their family probably rarely used twelve or two tablets.

  Even though I’ve seen it a few times, the people of the old Zhou family still can’t help but shine. They all thought: Our family is really rich.

  Lao Zhoutou thought that I was going to run out of money soon. Sure enough, the money couldn’t stay in his hands.

  No, it's in the hands of his wife who can't stand it!

  Old Zhoutou pondered: "I have discussed with your mother, so much money is useless with us, and you are all married..."

  (End of this chapter)