Chapter 180： Dictate

Not long after, a few more customers came to buy grapes. You had three jins and I had five jins. A basket of grapes was quickly sold out.

Jiang Quan has raised the price to forty cents per catty. Occasionally, someone buys more and counter-offers, and he sells it.

Grapes cannot be stored for long, and there are still many unpicked at home, so we must sell all the fruits quickly.

Two servants in soap clothes came again later, each weighing ten pounds and taking them away.

By the time Shen arrived, all three baskets of grapes had been sold.

But some people still came to ask, and most of them came here after tasting the grapes bought by others.

“It’s all sold out, come back the next day.”

While explaining to the guests, Jiang Quan quietly asked his little cousin: "How about bringing the basket from the carriage?"

Ying Bao glared at him: "Don't move the carriage, that one is for the Ming Dynasty."

Jiang Quan curled his lips and saw that the guests had all left with regret, and began to clean up the door panels and go inside.

After locking the shop, Jiang Quan and his eldest brother took their younger cousins ​​back to Plum Blossom Alley.

Meihua Lane is not far from the shop, and there are several snack shops at the entrance of the alley.

Like Grandma Jiang’s vegetable dumplings, Yang Da’s soup, Fatty Zhou’s peppery mutton skewers, and the mutton bun shop.

The brothers and sisters ate all the way there, and their bellies were full before they even reached the door.

Jiang Quan bought ten more mutton buns and brought them to his third uncle.

When I got home, I saw the carriage parked in the yard, the horses grazing slowly in the corner, and the carpenter who was working at home had also returned from work.

Jiang Sanlang came back and tidied the house. The little girl's room was also cleaned. The bed and furniture were all neat and tidy, and they were all newly made.

The stove in the kitchen is already filled with smoke, and Jiang Cheng has been cooking here recently.

“Uncle Third, we have eaten outside, and I brought this for you.” Jiang Quan handed the mutton bun wrapped in lotus leaves to Jiang Sanlang.

Jiang Sanlang took it and sat at the table under the eaves of the corridor to open the lotus leaves.

“How are the grapes selling?” he asked while eating steamed buns.

Jiang Quan smiled proudly: "All sold out."

Jiang Sanlang was surprised: "All three baskets were sold?"

“Yes.” Jiang Quan put the heavy robe on the table, “They are all here.”

They just bought a lot of delicious food outside, and they also used money from here.

Jiang Sanlang smiled and said: "You brothers and sisters should divide this money."

Jiang Quan cheered, picked up his robe and ran to the house to count the money.

This time, three baskets of grapes were sold for a total of more than 5,000 cash. After deducting the cost of several bamboo baskets, there was still 5,600 cash left.

Jiang Quan divided the money into three parts. He, his younger cousin, and his eldest brother each received 1,800 fen, and the remaining 200 fen was given to Jiang Jie.

After dividing the money, it was already dark, and after washing up, they went back to their rooms to rest.

The next day, Jiang Sanlang sent his daughter and young son to the gate of the county government office.

The ones guarding the door today are not Jin Wu and Cheng San, but two unknown government officials.

Although these two people were impatient, they still went in to report.

This time it was a middle-aged grandma who came out. When she saw Ying Bao, she was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "She must be the young lady of the Jiang family."

Yingbao nodded: "I agreed with Grandpa Wu last time that when my grapes are ripe, I will give him some to try. So, I brought some here."

Mammy: "Then come with me. It's a coincidence that you come here today. If you come in the afternoon, Alang won't be free."

Then he said to Jiang Sanlang: "You can move the things in."

Jiang Sanlang was speechless and took down the grape basket and walked inside.

Yingbao took her younger brother and followed her father, and walked into the inner courtyard with this nanny.

We are still meeting guests under the wisteria trellis in the yard, but this time there is an elderly couple sitting under the trellis. Grandma said: "My Alang and my wife are enjoying the cool weather. You two little babies should go and see the gift quickly."

Ying Bao recognized Mr. Wu, and the old woman next to him must be his wife.

“Hello, Grandpa Wu, hello Granny Wu.” Ying Bao greeted the two of them in a polite manner, and Jiang Jie beside her also followed suit.

“Okay. Is this your brother? Come here and let me have a look.”

Mr. Wu was very happy and introduced to his wife: "This child's name is Jiang Yingbao, and that one should be her brother."

Mrs. Wu is about sixty years old, with white hair and a haggard complexion. She looks much older than her grandma.

Yingbao led her younger brother to Mrs. Wu and Mr. Wu, and said sharply: "Grandma Wu, Grandpa Wu, my brother's name is Jiang Jie."

Mrs. Wu smiled: "You are Ying Bao, you are such a smart child."

Turning his eyes to look at Jiang Jie, he reached out and took a look at the child. Seeing that the child was white, tender and very cute, he felt so happy that he asked softly: "How old is he?"

Jiang Jie: “Mother-in-law, I am almost five years old.”

"Hey, he's almost five years old." Mrs. Wu smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed. She wanted to hold the child in her arms, but was afraid of offending him, so she asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Jiang Jie nodded: "Have eaten, daddy brought us mutton wontons."

Old Mrs. Wu was about to say something, but Mr. Wu asked: "Jiang Jie, can you recite a thousand-character essay for me to listen to?"

Jiang Jie was stunned for a moment, but thinking of his sister's explanation, he immediately nodded: "Okay."

Then he began to recite the Thousand-Character Classic seriously.

Mr. Wu did not interrupt him until the recitation was over.

Ying Bao secretly observed Mr. Wu and was relieved when he saw him stroking his beard and nodding.

Jiang Jie finished reciting a thousand-character essay, looked at his sister eagerly, and silently asked her when she would take him away.

Then Mr. Wu said again: "Jiang Jie, since you can recite, can you write silently?"

Jiang Jie nodded: "Yes!"

Their master likes to ask students to write the text silently. If they can't write silently, they will hit the hand with a hand. He is afraid of being beaten, so he is always the first to finish the lesson silently.

Mr. Wu asked someone to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and told the little boy to do it by himself.

Jiang Jie walked over, unfolded the paper, poured water into the inkstone, took an ink stick and ground it carefully.

When the ink is almost full, I dip my pen into the ink and start writing silently.

He wrote silently very seriously, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Mr. Wu walked over and watched beside him with his hands behind his hands.

The handwriting is neat, the brushwork is exquisite, the writing is free and elegant, the writing style is euphemistic and implicit, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

It is really rare for this child to have such a sharp writing style at such a young age.

Mr. Wu suddenly felt cherished and could not help but take another look at the boy in front of him.

At only four years old, he has a tall and straight body, a solemn face, and a very strict pen-holding posture.

Even though he was standing next to him, he seemed not to notice it and was concentrating on writing silently.

From this point of view, he should be an extremely self-disciplined child.

It is rare for a farm boy to have such a character and talent.

Seeing that Jiang Jie had already written down more than ten pieces of paper, Granny Wu glared at her husband.

Mr. Wu then patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, have a rest."

Jiang Jie finished the last sentence in silence before putting down his pen, raising his head and asking: "Grandpa Wu, can I go back with my sister?"

His hands were sore from writing, and he was afraid he would shed tears if he didn't go back.