Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

"You just think about this all day long, you have hands and feet, you are a girl, you don't know how to cook by yourself!"

Han Caiying curled her lips, "Dad, how many times have I told you, I don't know how, I just don't know how, and I can't learn!"

Father Han clutched his chest, and if he continued talking to Han Caiying, he would probably be mad to death.

Forget it, forget about this dead girl. Instead, he changed the topic and continued chatting with the fifth child of the Han family. I asked the fifth man of the Han family what kind of house he planned to build and how many rooms he wanted to build.

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When buying or selling farmland in the village, you will always go to Mr. Zhang.

In order to sell the two acres of land at home, Mrs. Mu came over to find Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang was smoking a dry cigarette and said to Mr. Mu, "If you had sold the land a while ago, it would have been easier to sell. Now that there is a severe drought, everyone is worried to death. During the autumn harvest, there is no food harvest, and eating is a problem. Now everyone has a hand Anyone who has money should quickly hold it in their hands so that they can exchange it for things when the time comes."

Mu frowned and said, "Dad Zhang, do you mean that my land can't be sold?"

Father Zhang nodded, "Yes, many people have come over these days to say they want to sell their fields. The neighboring villages are even worse. They can't even drink the water. They are thinking of selling their fields and running away!"

Mu was a little anxious. If the paddy field really couldn't be sold, how could she get the money to send her eldest daughter to school?

Mu had a frown on his face, and the more he thought about it, the more miserable he felt.

It took a lot of effort to convince Dabao's father to sell the land, but now it's better, the land can't be sold anymore.

"Dad Zhang, please help me think of something, I'm short of money!"

Father Zhang put down the dry cigarette in his hand, sighed, and Tong Mu said earnestly, "If you really want to sell it, you can probably sell it, but I don't think it can be sold for a high price."

"Dad Zhang, can you help me estimate how much it can be sold for?"

Father Zhang was silent for a moment and said, "You can sell it for two taels of silver at most!"

"Two taels at most?" Mu exclaimed.

It’s so little, but it’s shrunk by half!

Father Zhang snorted, "Don't think it's too little. It's just one tael of silver. I guess there won't be many people buying it. When the time comes to flee the drought, you can take the money with you, but you won't still be carrying the fields, right?" "

"..."

Mu knew that what Mr. Zhang was telling the truth was true. However, the price sold for the money the previous month was pretty good, but it had shrunk so much in such a short period of time, which she couldn't accept.

Seeing that Mu had no choice but to sell it for two taels of silver, Mu could only pay for her family's eldest child to go to school.

"Dad Zhang, two liang is two liang. Later, you can ask me if anyone wants to buy it."

As soon as Mu finished speaking, he heard someone knocking on the door of Father Zhang's house.

"Come in!" Dad Zhang said.

I saw Qiu Erniang coming in, followed by two children, who were as skinny as a stick.

When Father Zhang saw Qiu Erniang coming over, he quickly asked what was going on.

Qiu Erniang's eyes were solemn and she said to Father Zhang, "I want to sell an acre of paddy field."

Mr. Zhang said to Mr. Mu next to him, "Have you seen it? These days, people are coming here to talk about selling their fields, but no one is talking about selling their fields."

Father Zhang also knows the situation of Qiu Er's natal family.

Qiu Erniang's husband died early, but fortunately, the family was left with two acres of paddy fields, which allowed her to have a little food ration every year, so that the three of her would not starve to death.

However, Qiu Erniang's daily life is still very tight.