Chapter 133

It's impossible to pay taxes. It's impossible for the Yamen soldiers in the Yamen to go to the countryside, and it's impossible to kill them, especially their mountain road is not easy to walk.

However, although the Yamen servicemen do not go to the countryside to collect, there must be propaganda, and the responsibility for propaganda falls on the head of the Department.

It's just a repetition of the old tune. The autumn tax must be paid by the end of October. Although there is nearly two months before and after, it's easy to pay it early.

The Zhou family prepared the grain tax early, packed the bag and put it in the cart and basket.

This year, their family has a scooter, which is a little easier than in previous years.

For the sake of road safety, the village needs to go together to receive grain. In previous years, only the village head's family had a board car. Other families put grain in baskets and carried it to the county. Some people have to hire donkey carts or ox carts to carry it because there are few people, otherwise they may not be able to move it two or three times.

There are many men in the Zhou family. Zhou Dalang takes three younger brothers and picks two baskets each.

That's how Lang went to the county last Thursday. At that time, he just came back from the white land owner's house. He didn't have time to hand in the salary. He took it to the county. When he lined up to pay the grain, he couldn't resist. He handed the grain to his three brothers and went away. This wave compensated the Zhou family's family.

This year, both Qian and old Zhou tou didn't want him to go to the county, but man Bao mentioned it. In addition, she also promised to keep an eye on him. Qian thought for a moment and thought that there was no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days, so she let Zhou Silang go. She also wanted to see. The boy can't gamble yet.

With a scooter, the Zhou family doesn't have to bear the burden, but it's also very hard to take a cart on the mountain road, so Zhou Dalang wants to take Wulang and everyone comes in rotation. However, since the fourth and sixth go, the heavy work should be left to the fourth.

Zhou Si Lang pushed the cart up the slope with his third brother, and then Zhou Er Lang took over the cart, "OK, I'll come with my eldest brother in the next paragraph."

Zhou sirang:... Deliberately, they must have done it on purpose.

Man Bao sat on the scooter. As soon as the scooter went downhill, the speed got up quickly, and there was a gust of wind blowing in the face. She screamed happily and didn't pay attention to her fourth brother at all.

When they arrived at the county seat, they parted ways at the gate of the city. Zhou Dalang and Zhou Erlang and Zhou Sanlang went to line up to pay taxes, while Zhou sirang and they went to sell things.

Two baskets of ginger, man Bao took them directly to Jishi hall.

Shopkeeper Zheng of Jishitang is also on the counter. He has been communicating with manbao for more than half a year.

Yes, it's communication. In fact, man Bao wrote to him at the beginning. He replied in a muddle headed way, and then he became a pen pal.

Every time Zhou Erlang or Friday Lang comes to the county, he will bring him a letter, and then bring back a letter from him. It is not far away. What they want to say can also be conveyed through Zhou Erlang or Friday Lang, but they are used to writing letters, which is also a wonderful experience.

As early as before the autumn harvest, when Lang came to the county to sell sugar on Friday, he sent a letter to shopkeeper Zheng. The letter said that the ginger she planted was about to be taken back, and asked him if he wanted to eat or buy it.

Today, man Bao came to deliver ginger to shopkeeper Zheng. Instead of selling it, he gave it to him to eat. Then he recommended: "brother Zheng, if your patient wants to buy ginger for tea in the future, remember to tell him that there are a lot of fresh ginger in my family. It's the hottest and best to cook tea."

Shopkeeper Zheng accepted the ginger from her and nodded, "I just wanted to tell you that our medicine shop wants to buy a batch of dried ginger. You might as well leave ten kilograms of old ginger to dry for me. I think the quality of your ginger is good. If it's the same, I'll give you 60 Wen a kilogram of dried ginger."

Zhou Xi squeezed his hands in surprise, but man Bao was used to saying, "OK."

Then shopkeeper Zheng took her out of the back door of the medicine shop and knocked on the door next door with them. An 18-year-old boy opened the door. Shopkeeper Zheng smiled and said, "well, this is Xiaoding I mentioned with you. His family runs a grocery store and he is still a street salesman. Your ginger is best sold to him."

Xiaoding smiled and greeted Zhou Silang. Then he looked down at man Bao and said with a smile, "your sister is so cute."

Man Bao also grinned and said, "I also think, brother Ding, how much can you buy our ginger?"

Xiaoding looked at Zhou Xi and Lang on Thursday. Seeing that they didn't mind man Bao talking, he replied, "thirty-five Wen and a kilo, even the leaves."

He said: "now a lot of ginger can be harvested. I'm willing to give this price because your appearance is good. I'll only raise a few Wen when I sell it. If you like, send me a basket to the county every day."

Zhou Xi asked, "can you sell so much every day?"

Xiaoding said with a smile: "there are many rich people in the county and city. People eat meat and tea with ginger, so this ginger is a condiment. Unlike our countrymen, we only have meat on New Year's festivals and can't afford tea, which makes it rare."

Zhou Xi didn't dare to ask more.

Man Bao pulled thurlang over and whispered to him, "I asked shopkeeper Zheng. Now the ginger outside is more expensive. It sells between 40 and 50 Wen in the market. If you don't have time to sell it yourself, I think it's best to sell it to him."

Zhou Silang was reluctant to give up the price difference between five and ten Wen. He whispered, "you can make a lot of money per kilogram."

Man Bao doesn't care, "my mother won't promise to let you come to the County alone, and master Bai's house has to work. You have to work."

This is really not good news. On Thursday, Lang bowed his head and said, "OK, sell it, but we'll sell one basket today and take the rest to the market."

Man Bao said there was no problem.

Asked Zhou Xi, the sister and brother gave him half a basket of ginger and counted the money after weighing the kilo. Zhou Xi took the money and followed them out in a trance.

Zhou Silang took the remaining ginger and set up a stall in the market, and Zhou Xi followed.

But man Bao puts some in the basket to one side, and plans to find another friend.

Seeing this, Zhou Silang stopped setting up a stall. He put it away and said, "maybe it's a big customer. I'll go with you."

On Friday, Lang disliked, "what if you scare the young lady when you go to so many people?"

Zhou Xilian hurriedly asked, "what miss?" Aren't all the people who buy vegetables here usually adults?

"It's the young lady of the county magistrate's house. Man Bao said he would bring her some good things. They also made an appointment to meet at the bookstore." The last letter was sent by Lang on Friday. That time, because he had to catch the autumn harvest, Lang sold Miss Fu Er 100 sweets on Friday to let her eat slowly.

On Friday, Lang thought that Miss Fu Er's teeth were also very strong. After eating so much sugar, he had nothing to do at all.