Chapter 68

The king of Yin looked at the little guy's disappeared figure, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. For a long time, he turned his head and gave eunuch Liu a cold glance.

Eunuch Liu angrily shrunk his neck: "the slave is reckless."

King Yin looked at the little guy again. Unfortunately, he could not even see the figure.

Jing Yun took his sister to turn into the alley between the houses and put away the slingshot: "sister, don't cry, I've beaten the bad guys away."

Wang Shu sniffed and nodded.

Jingyun takes out the handkerchief prepared by his mother and helps his sister blow her nose: "does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Wang Shu said chokingly.

Jingyun said: "don't tell your mother about this. She's very hard. Let's not let her worry any more. My brother will protect you."

Wang Shu nodded.

"Go, eat at Grandma's house." Jing Yun takes his sister and goes to Luo Da's home.

Qiao Wei is very busy every day. She has to get up early to make snacks and deliver goods to the town. When she comes back, she has to farm and make preserved eggs. She is so busy that her children eat lunch at Luo's.

Spring is a busy time for farming. It's reasonable to say that Aunt Luo can't afford to be free either. It happens that there are not many fields planted in Luo's family. Uncle Luo's health is not good, and he can't afford to farm. He got a job in the county government office. Although it's not a fat job, it's still better than farming after all these years.

In the Daliang Dynasty, every man over 18 years old could get 40 mu of land, while the unmarried woman could not get 20 mu of land. No wonder it is said that the married daughter spilled water. It's no use having a daughter. You can't get anything. When you get married, you can get it, but it's for your husband's family.

Sad, sad!

In the Luo family, uncle Luo 40, Yongzhi Luo 40, aunt Luo 20, Cuiyun 20, a total of 120 mu, but less than 20 mu were planted by themselves, and the rest were given to others, from which they collected some meager rent.

Farming is very hard. In ancient times, there were no mechanized farming tools. It all depended on people and cattle, and the yield could not go up. Take rice, for example, the modern super hybrid rice has reached more than 1000 kg per mu. In Tang Dynasty, the rice yield in Taihu Lake Basin was 138 kg per mu; in Song Dynasty, 225 kg; in Ming Dynasty, 333 kg; in Qing Dynasty, 278 kg.

The production level of the Daliang Dynasty, which is not in history, is about between the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty. In a good year, the production capacity per mu can reach 180 kg. In a bad year, 50 kg is very good, and there is no harvest.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wei can't help sweating for her ten Mu sorghum field. Sorghum, sorghum, you have to be more aggressive and give me a few hundred jin more

On March 15, the first batch of preserved eggs matured. It happened that the private school was on holiday. The old scholar would not tell his young lady that he let everyone go because the young master and young lady asked for leave!

In this way, the young master and the young lady don't have to drop out of class. He's so smart!

Qiaowei takes the preserved egg and the child and goes to Rongji in shuanzi dad's carriage.

Boss Rong can't wait any longer. As soon as the carriage stops, he strides over: "Little Joe, wow! Is my egg ready? Give it to me! I can't live without eggs! "

Qiao Wei's body is just shaking. Can you stop being so ambiguous

Jingyun and Wangshu jump out of the carriage and politely call uncle Rong. Boss Rong likes such a cute and sensible child, much better than those little bastards in his family. The most important thing is that they look good!

He pinched their faces happily: "good boy! There are fried fruits at the counter. Go and eat them

They look at Qiaowei with wide eyes, until Qiaowei nods, they go happily.

Qiao Wei gives a can of preserved eggs to boss Rong.

The rice husk coat of preserved eggs has been cleaned by Qiao Wei and wrapped with wax one by one, which can enhance the preservation time.

Mr. Rong finished counting in person, pursed his lips and said, "how can I have only 50? I've been waiting for you for a month, and you're just fooling me with this kind of goods? "

Qiao Wei a smile: "this is the first batch, you see first good sell, I still have."

Mr. Rong said, "it must be easy to sell! When did you not sell the things you put here? Just do as much as you can, and I'll take as much as I can, and I'll sell you all the land left! "

Qiao Wei said with a smile: "I'm relieved to have the words of boss Rong."

Boss Rong asked Xiao Liu to take down the preserved eggs. He told him to put them away. None of them should be broken. He sat down with Qiao Wei for a while and said, "by the way, Xiao Qiao, do you remember the servant girl in Beijing who always came to the store to order snacks?"

"You say apricot bamboo?" In Qiao Wei's impression, there is only one maid who can "travel thousands of miles" to buy snacks.

Mr. Rong was surprised: "do you know her name?"

Qiao Wei light way: "listen to her to mention, she how?"

Let the boss a smile: "she recently do not dim sum, to Songhua eggs!"

"How does she know Songhua egg?" As soon as the words fell, Qiao Wei remembered what was going on. She sent a basket of eggs to Mingxiu. Maybe his grandmother liked them, so he bought them outside.Let boss shrug: "I don't know how she knows, anyway, she wants, I promised her."

Qiao Wei's smile faded down: "how much did you give her?"

"I haven't said it yet, but I'm going to sell her 200 Wen each! What about? Isn't that great? " Mr. Rong winked with pride.

Qiao Wei sneered: "how can 200 Wen be enough? At least 500 Wen? "

Boss Rong choked his throat with a mouthful of tea. Did he hear it right? 500 Wen? The cost of a duck egg is only two Wen! Is it inlaid with gold or silver? So expensive?

Qiao Wei said casually: "her master is very rich. Let alone 500 Wen, even 500 Liang is nothing to say. If you don't slaughter this kind of fat sheep, why don't you keep it for the Dragon Boat Festival? "

She was angry at the thought of the way that the daughter of Enber's house bought her with gold.

Boss Rong recognized something. He took a deep look at Qiao Wei and said to her, "Miss Qiao, you don't have a grudge with others, do you? I said you are too What's wrong with that! Why is the pattern so small? Where is 500 Wen? At least five Liang! "