Chapter 265

Name:Farmer's Little Girl Author:Yu Yuzhu
Old Zhou tou took a look at the time and said to Feng: "go to Zhou Hu's house and ask if your mother will come back for dinner."

Feng answered.

Qian has given birth to many children. Although she is not a midwife, everyone in the village likes to let her sit in the yard. Even if she doesn't do anything, it's OK to talk with her mother.

Feng soon came back and said, "it's not so fast. It's good to be born at night."

So everyone waited for her and began to take the dishes and chopsticks for dinner. After dinner, Feng helped to receive the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen. Today, it's Zhou Xi's turn to wash the dishes and chopsticks.

Then the adults moved chairs and stools to the yard and sat down to summarize today's work. The children ran around the yard and played. The older ones took burned sticks and wrote and drew in the yard, all remembering the words taught by manbao.

Man Bao taught them another piece of the Analects of Confucius, which was not long, but only three sentences. She wrote the words clearly on the ground with a wooden stick. After teaching them to read it twice, she dropped the wooden stick and came up to listen to the second brother.

Zhou Erlang took out all the income from entering the city this time, and everyone couldn't help but freeze their eyes, because there were four strings of good copper plates and a large number of unconnected ones, and there were fifty or sixty words by visual inspection.

Zhou Erlang said happily, "Dad, although tofu and vegetables are cheap, a little makes a lot. The wild mushrooms we brought are also selling well. Few people sell wild mushrooms this year. Those rich families are willing to spend money."

Old Zhou tou was impatient. His family had sold all these things and knew the price. This was not what he wanted to know most, so he said directly, "just tell me how much Poria cocos sold."

The smile on Zhou Erlang's face couldn't hold down, "you must have never thought that the Poria cocos was still carrying mud. Shopkeeper Zheng took it all and weighed it with skin. It was 80 Wen a kilo. The two pieces I brought were three and a half kilos, so I sold 280 Wen."

There are only two pieces of Poria cocos. The money sold is comparable to a basket of wild mushrooms, two baskets of vegetables and two barrels of tofu he brought.

If it weren't for that basket of wild fungi, I'm afraid I would have to add another basket of vegetables and a bucket of tofu to compare with those two pieces of Poria cocos.

Old Zhou tou was also surprised and asked, "is this thing so expensive? It's more expensive than a virgin? "

"No, according to shopkeeper Zheng, some old ladies and young ladies like to use Poria cocos for snacks and desserts. They say it's a beauty saint, which is not worse than bird's nest, so a box of Poria cocos can sell at a price of 22 to 12."

Zhou Erlang was still a little sorry. "Our Poria cocos is big and white. It is said that it is good. After processing, a box can sell at least five Liang. I've seen their box containing Poria cocos. It can't hold a kilo. It's estimated to be seven or eight Liang."

The abacus in Lao Zhou's heart began to fight, "do you cut it off and dry it? Then we'll dry it ourselves... "

"Dad, don't think about it. It's not that simple," said Zhou Erlang. "You have to make it. This Poria cocos is not privet seed. Just take it out and dry it in hot water. It's said that there are several ways to get Poria cocos, and the diseases treated are different. It's hard to make it with cinnabar. Anyway, I can't remember."

Lao Zhou looked at man Bao.

Everyone's eyes followed.

Man Baozheng listened with interest. Seeing everyone looking at her, she blinked and asked, "what's the matter?"

Old Zhou looked forward to asking, "man Bao, have you seen any books on processed herbs at Mr. Zhuang and Shanbao's house?"

Man Bao thought and said, "it seems that Mr. Zhuang has a thin book."

Old Zhou's eyes were shining and asked, "can you read clearly?"

Man Bao knew his father's idea and said, "Dad, don't think about it. It's easy to fail to process medicinal materials. If we are familiar with it, we have to buy cinnabar. In case the fire is not well controlled and the baking is not well processed, not only cinnabar but also poria cocos are wasted. What a waste."

It's so hard to find. How can we waste it?

When man Bao said this, Zhou Erlang immediately woke up and said, "Dad, this kilogram of Poria cocos is 80 Wen, with skin and clay."

Man Bao couldn't help but say, "second brother, Poria cocos skin is also a medicinal material. Of course, you have to take the skin."

"Oh, even the skin is medicine."

That week Erlang was even more reluctant and said, "Dad, even the skin needs to be processed. Even man Bao can teach, we don't think we can learn."

Zhou Silang nodded fiercely, "Dad, it's hard to find this thing."

Old Zhou tou sighed disappointed, "well, let's find Poria cocos and sell Poria cocos."

But after losing so much money, old Zhou still felt a little heartache, so he stared at his sons and said, "look at you. You are so big that you can't even make a medicinal material."

Brothers:... You will, but you will.

In fact, Zhou Dalang thought they were already very good. When they were young, what did their father do now?

In the past, their father could only work in the field and not be hungry all year round. The clothes worn by the brothers were collected from their uncle's house, and then passed down one by one.

Man Bao is as easy to be satisfied as her brothers. Her husband has taught her and Bai Shanbao more than once to slow down. Don't just learn to walk and run forward, let alone fly to the sky.

The former will fall hard, while the latter may fall from the sky to the ground.

The former may only be painful, but the latter will die. Of course, this consequence is the result of in-depth discussion between man Bao and Koko.

So although she is always full of self-confidence, to a certain extent, she still feels very modest and self-aware.

Koko: that's weird!

Old Zhou tou asked man Bao to take out the account book and write down all the money Zhou Erlang brought back today. Then he began to take all the money. After thinking about it, he counted ten Wen from the scattered copper plates and said, "since the vegetables and tofu can sell at a price, you will continue to go to the county tomorrow. Doesn't it mean that the dishes in Xiaowan can be eaten?"

"Yes, yes, but it's too tender. It's delicious. We'll lose a little by selling it at this time."

"Then continue to sell the vegetables in the Garden tomorrow. In two or three days, the dishes in Xiaowan will be suitable. The boss's family, go soak the beans now and get up early tomorrow morning to make tofu."

Xiao Qian should go down.

Zhou Erlang took the ten Wen money and sighed sadly. If only his mother were at home, you know, now his income in the city is paid by the public, and he has no share, so his mother will give him fifteen Wen every time he goes to the city.

In addition to the city entrance fee and protection fee, he can still have about five Wen left. He can not only buy a bowl of hot soup with dry food in the county, but also have a steamed stuffed bun occasionally.

But his father gave him ten Wen today.

Man Bao also felt that his father was stingy. After taking a sympathetic look at his second brother, he patted his ass to see her nephews and nieces write. She took a bath and changed clothes. She can't go out to play today.