The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

It is hard to decide what price horse meat should be sold for.

Yan Lao Er plans to sell it for thirty yuan a catty.

It's the price of cabbage!

Everyone knows that when they arrive in Guanzhou, silver is the hard currency. Buying a house, land, or even registering in the government requires money.

But right now, things that can be imported are more valuable than money.

This is meat, Liang Manshan is willing to spend money to buy it back to honor his father, and other people will feel the same way.

Only by taking good care of your body will you have a future. If you can't take care of yourself, how can you go to Guanzhou if you are sick.

The family members of those who are recuperating are especially willing.

When Liang Tongsheng came back with the meat, he told them that this horse meat can replenish blood, but it is not exactly what they need.

Yan Laoer and everyone who came to buy meat talked about the taboo of eating horse meat.

These people muttered all the way for fear that they would forget: "You can't eat rice, you can't put ginger..."

As for not being able to eat with pork and beef, you can ignore it, and don’t worry about cocklebur, it’s all gone.

An adult horse weighs several hundred catties, and the meat can produce about 60% of it.

There is never enough to sell. A family costs two catties, and there are still half a catty to buy.

We all know that meat is not easy to store in hot weather.

Yan Lao Er didn't care, at most he would sell all the meat until the evening, and he would make all the meat into jerky.

He rubbed and rubbed the copper plates he got before stringing them together.

Yan Yu squatted beside her, very envious.

Their small family is the first to make money.

Such an honor, won by her father!

"Father! Aren't you planning to hand in business?" Yan Yu felt it necessary to remind him.

Not to her mother, but to her uncle.

They haven't separated yet, so it stands to reason that the family property should be controlled by the uncle.

They knew what was going on with Three Treasures, but the uncle didn't know.

The cow was bought by the uncle with money.

Yan Laoer's movement of stringing the copper plates stopped.

"Your uncle...won't want it?"

"That's hard to say, it's rare to see money back from you."

"Then give it to him?" Yan Laoer held back his reluctance.

After wearing this book, it's not easy to touch the money I earned for the first time!

There was a strange light in Yan Yu's eyes.

"Father, you forgot what my uncle was doing, so will he be short of money when he comes back! This time we don't have to give it to others, we stole the lair in Chuanyunzhai, don't all their money belong to us!"

Yan's second child reacted, "With Lao Yan's grandeur, if I hand over the copper coin to him, he will definitely give me silver!"

Old Yan favored his younger brother just to give money, there is a precedent for this.

Obedient and sensible to give money, soft-hearted and stubborn to give money, obviously not rich, but to cultivate such a domineering temperament.

The original Yan Laoer contributed a lot!

"Try it!" Yan Yu's eyes sparkled, "Uncle is happy, everything is possible!"

Yan Laoer looked at his rubbed shiny copper plate and nodded heavily.

...

With the mountain people leading the way, Yan Huaiwen and his party went up to Chuanyun Mountain smoothly.

Relying on its fierce reputation, Chuanyunzhai didn't set any traps, but it was convenient for them.

Not only the bandits who stayed behind in Chuanyunzhai, but also the two who escaped from Laosong Mountain were all killed by them.

There is also the head of Chuanyunzhai, and the bandits he took away to escort the victims.

Yan Huaiwen did not intend to let them go.

Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

According to the old Songshan Bandits, Chuanyun Village can go back and forth once within ten days.

They have been away for a few days, so they won't have to wait too long.

It is really difficult for the people in the village to search for bandits' belongings. A group of men who don't even know where to hide their money...

In this regard, the mountain people who have dealt with bandits more are more experienced.

Looking at the gold and silver ornaments, silver ingots and copper coins that were almost twice as large as those found from Lao Songshan, the big guy grinned happily.

Mr. Xiucai said, but this time there will be income, and everyone will have a share.

This everyone includes all the families in their village and the small mountain village.

...

"Hey, why didn't Uncle An come back?" Second Yan asked.

Yan Huaiwen said: "They stay near Chuanyunzhai, and wait for the big master to go back to the mountain before returning to report."

"That's right, if you don't get rid of the boss, you can recruit another group of people at any time to do their business of selling people."

"Brother, these are for you."

Don't look at Yan's second child who was a little reluctant before, but when it came to the real thing, he was inexplicably a little excited.

"What is it?" Yan Huaiwen didn't want to move, but when he noticed the change in Tianyou's mood, he changed his mind and reached out to take it.

As soon as you get it, you know it's a copper plate.

"It's from selling horse meat." Yan Laoer added: "I sell it for thirty yuan a catty, which is not expensive. I usually eat horse meat, and it's full of mountains. Oh, it's Liang Tongsheng who bought this horse meat. This is good and that is good, everyone in the village said that I sold it cheaply, hehe, I thought that it was too expensive and no one would buy it, so I have some money in hand, and when we get to Guanzhou, there will be more places to spend money. "

"By the way, brother, did you expect that those victims would buy or exchange things from us?"

Yan Huaiwen said frankly: "Fleeing from the famine was so hasty and hurried, I didn't bring much except water and food, and they were robbed by bandits again, and there was very little left.

If necessary, it will naturally trade with us.

I don't want to earn back all the money distributed to them, but people's hearts are changeable. When people are poor and have nothing, they will feel desperate, and what's more, they act without scruples, fearing that they will hurt themselves and others.

At this time, they have money, food, and yearning for a new life in the future, and no matter how difficult they are, they will overcome them one by one. "

"So, giving them money and food is giving them hope?"

Yan Huaiwen nodded, so it can be understood.

"I've accepted this money for my brother." Yan Huaiwen's fingers were subtly pressed slightly, feeling the hardness of each copper plate, and it was extremely ironic in his heart.

"I've brought back a lot of money from Chuanyunzhai. I'm a little tired for my brother. You can come forward and distribute it to each family. Uncle An, don't leave behind."

"Understood, brother." Second Yan agreed.

I thought: It seems that both he and his daughter guessed wrong.

Old Yan was happy because he was happy, but he didn't give him a small amount of money.

"God bless!" Yan Huaiwen gently put down the copper coin in his hand, took out a money bag, picked out a piece from it, and handed it to him: "Although it is not necessary at this time, how can a man have no money on his body, just hold it. "

Yan Laoer took it in a daze.

Really, give money again!

My tyrannical elder brother, my wife is so likable!

Yan Yu listened silently on the upper bunk.

At this moment, he silently waved his small fist.

The excited little face flushed.

She said that the uncle loves to give money when he is happy.

Of course, it was limited to her father alone.

Just like a parent rewarding a child with candy.

When his younger brother left, Yan Huaiwen sat upright and instructed Yan Xiangheng to wash his pen and ink.

Cut the paper to the same size with a bamboo knife, and then asked Da Ya to bring a needle and thread.

Without the hands of others, it is bound into a book by itself stitch by stitch.

Yan Yu was so curious, what did uncle want to write?

Ashamed monthly ticket 240 plus more~

It's a bit late, I'm afraid it will be made up to next month~

But it's okay, I will make up for it~

So, today is the last day of August, can I ask for another ticket~~o(*////▽////*)q

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