The Nameless of the Common Clans

After the autumn harvest until the beginning of the next spring, this period is the slack season for farmers. Except for hunters, everyone has nothing to do.

Early in the morning, Chen Mo ran to the headman's house after reciting his book.

"Aunt, Aunt!" Chen Mo avoided the headman's big dog and had no intention of playing with it.

"Er Gou, why are you here so early in the morning?" The headman came out wearing a coat. It was a little cold in the early morning of autumn.

"Aunt, I want to ask someone to help reclaim a few acres of land. Mom said she would discuss it with Aunt." After Chen Mo stabilized his breathing, he looked at the headman.

"Reclaim wasteland." The headman put on his clothes and nodded, "Can you handle it?"

The land of the Chen family was originally supported by Chen Mo alone. If he reclaimed a few more acres, the headman was worried that Chen Mo would not be able to handle it.

"I will definitely get it." Chen Mo smiled happily: "I want my mother to live a good life."

"Well, if you can find someone to help you, go and dig the wasteland to the west of your family's land. How many acres do you plan to dig?" The village head looked at the child's smile, inexplicably feeling a little sad, and nodded.

"Three acres." Chen Mo showed three fingers.

Three acres is not a small amount. The village head nodded and said: "You can use the cow and plow here, but you must feed them well for me."

"Thank you, uncle!" Chen Mo was overjoyed when he heard this. Most people can't afford cows. With this cow, he can do a lot of things. Chen Mo said: "Wait a minute, uncle, I will find someone and then come to borrow the cow from you!"

After saying that, he ran away in a hurry without waiting for the village head to speak.

"This child is so reckless." The village head looked at the direction where Chen Mo left, shook his head with a smile, and turned back to the house.

Chen Mo definitely couldn't go to the hunters' homes. Winter is not a leisure time for hunters. They often have to go into the mountains to hunt. Chen Mo first went to find Uncle Zhang and Uncle Wu next door. They have a good relationship. Then he went to find Gousheng and Gouwa's father. With the help of these people, plus the cattle of the head of the village, three acres of wasteland should be reclaimed this winter.

"Ergou~" Dalang came to Chen Mo and asked: "My father asked me to ask you, my family doesn't want the food you give. After your land is reclaimed, can you let this cow come to help my family reclaim a few acres of land?"

"Okay." Chen Mo thought about it and agreed, and then said: "But I don't have the final say on this matter. You have to ask the head of the village. The land can only be reclaimed after the head of the village makes way."

Is the land under heaven the king's? Reclaiming wasteland is not something you can do just because you want to, but Chen Mo doesn't think it's a big problem.

"Ergou, we are going to the city in a few days. Are you going?" After finishing the business, Dalang asked Chen Mo while working.

"Of course I will go." Chen Mo nodded. He had to sell some grain and the needlework his mother had done in the past few months. He also had to buy some meat. In addition, Chen Mo also wanted to try his luck and see if he could buy a longbow. Because of constant exercise this year, his strength seemed to grow very fast. The shortbow could no longer satisfy him. He wanted to play a longbow.

"Are you taller than before?" Dalang suddenly compared the heights of the two and looked at Chen Mo with some surprise.

"Really?" Chen Mo looked at Dalang blankly, but he did feel that his clothes were much tighter than before.

"It's over, you are sick." Dalang looked at Chen Mo and sighed.

"Hey, you are growing up at this age, don't listen to Dalang's nonsense." Uncle Zhang, who was walking by, glared at Dalang unhappily. Chen Mo will be ten years old after the Chinese New Year. Children at this age are growing the fastest, sometimes growing three to five inches a year.

Chen Mo looked at Dalang speechlessly: "Is growing taller a disease?"

"No, I used to look down when I saw you, but recently I always feel a little oppressed and uncomfortable. It's better to be the way you were before." Dalang laughed, carried the hoe to the other side, and concentrated on reclaiming the land.

The days of reclaiming wasteland were very happy for Chen Mo. Everyone worked together. Because Dalang's family also wanted to reclaim wasteland, the two families took turns to provide meals.

In this way, after half a month, several families prepared to go to the county town together. This time, the village head was not leading the team, but the hunter Uncle Yang followed. Early in the morning, Chen Mo carried a short bow and a stick, and loaded the goods he wanted to sell on Uncle Wu's car. His mother also prepared some food. A group of more than ten people and three cars, after receiving the message from the village head, went to the county town in a mighty manner.

This time in the county town, it was obviously much more lively than the last time. After the autumn harvest, people from the surrounding villages of Xiaqiu County came to sell things or buy things for the winter.

"Ergou, why didn't you bring food?" Dalang walked with Chen Mo beside the car, looking at the things Chen Mo brought, including chicken eggs and women's needlework, but no food.

"If you sell it now, those grain merchants will definitely keep the price low, and wait until the spring to sell it." Chen Mo smiled.

"It's not much different. One stone of millet is usually sold for 200 coins, and at this time it is at least 180 coins." Dalang thought for a while and said.

"That's a lot of difference. Selling ten shi of grain can save one shi of money. Didn't we wait for the grain merchants to come to the village to collect the money in previous years?" Chen Mo looked at Dalang in confusion.

"It's because you sold one shi of corn for three hundred coins last time, and everyone felt that they were cheated by the grain merchant. This time you are going to sell it in the city yourself." Dalang glanced at Chen Mo and said.

Last time, Chen Mo sold one shi of corn for three hundred coins, which made many people feel a little unfair, so this time they are going to sell it in the city.

"Hey, it was dangerous last time. That person wanted to cheat me. If it weren't for Uncle Wang, I might have been sold now." Chen Mo shook his head.

"I've heard of it, but it's fine as long as we're careful. We can go directly to the posthouse to sell it. Ergou, will you come with me?" Dalang laughed.

"It's good to give it a try." Chen Mo thought for a while and said that if he could find a stable way, he could sell his own grain in the future.

Of course, he couldn't go to the posthouse last time. This time, because he had someone to accompany him, he was not afraid of being harmed by the posthouse.

A quarter of an hour later, the posthouse in the south of the city.

"We don't accept grain. If you want to sell grain, go to the market!" The people in the posthouse pushed Chen Mo and his party out impatiently.

"This..." Chen Mo and Dalang looked at each other. Sure enough, if there was no other purpose, the general posthouse would not accept these.

"Let's go to the market." Uncle Wu and Uncle Zhang sighed when they saw this. It seemed that there was no hope this time.

Chen Mo touched his chin. Sure enough, those people tricked him into buying grain at a high price in order to catch him and sell it again. They had bad intentions.

Since they couldn't find a place with a high price, they could only sell it in the market. Although it was cheaper, it was more convenient. It cost more than ten coins to stay in this county town for one night. With so many people, it would cost two hundred coins a night. It was such a waste.