Chapter 411

A group of old men talked about the children's marriage. Old Zhou finished smoking a bag of cigarettes before he remembered his business.

He knocked on the cigarette rod and poured out the soot and oil. Then he pinned it on his back waist and touched a handful of wheat to help rub it.

He murmured in his heart that if he rubbed wheat like this in their house, the big stick would have been photographed long ago. He had never seen anyone rubbing wheat sitting.

But this is someone else's house. Of course, it's more comfortable to sit and rub.

Old Zhou tou remembered his business and asked the crowd, "have you dried your wheat?"

"Oh, my house has just finished rubbing, and I have to dry it for two or three days. But I think it will rain again. Look at the dark clouds in the sky. They can't come. If it rains, they will have to dry it for another day."

"Then you must be careful not to let it get wet. I just wanted to tell you that the Bai family wants to exchange wheat for ours and make wheat seeds, so you have to dry it well."

"How much do they want?"

"All!"

"What?" The villagers were surprised and asked, "why do they need so much? Can their family finish planting?"

"He is a big landlord, and there is more than one white family. The white master is the white family, and the white young master is also the white family?" Old Zhou tou had automatically understood that both white families wanted to change wheat seeds, so he took it for granted: "people have so much land, it's estimated that this idea is not enough."

"One kilo for one kilo?"

Hearing that he was unwilling in his tone, old Zhou turned his eyes and said, "didn't your family change a kilo with my family last year?"

"Uncle Jin, aren't we together?" He said, "you can't stand on their side just because man Bao has a good time with other CHILDES."

"Fart," old Zhou tou thought after scolding. It's true that he has a good relationship with the Bai family, but he has a better relationship with the village, so he thought and said, "also, we can make seeds. It seems a little loss to exchange one kilo for another kilo, or more?"

"More, more," everyone stirred up and said humanely, "even if there is one or two more pounds, there are ten pounds for a hundred pounds, enough for a family to eat several big white steamed buns."

Lao Zhou's eyes were slightly bright, patted his thigh and said, "yes, let's make a higher price, just..."

Old Zhou tou thought for a moment and said, "just change one kilogram for three Liang. Let them lower the price at that time, and then let them make a minimum of one kilogram or two. At that time, my family will change all the wheat."

"Uncle Jin, how much wheat did your family harvest this year?"

"I didn't say, but I planted 20 mu this year and packed 69 bags. I remember that I only collected 67 bags after planting 35 mu the year before last."

Everyone was stunned, "so much?"

Da Liang's father patted his thigh and said, "I said, there are ten bundles of the two Mu field in Xiaowan this year, and I remember only seven bundles the year before last."

Daliang's mother couldn't help but say, "can you count the wheat that you bundle, one more and one less?"

"Why can't you count? If it's bad, it's just a handful of ears of wheat. How far can it be? I told you to separate the ears of wheat. One piece of land is one piece of land. You have to pile them together. "

"I'd like to open it separately. Is your yard so big?" Daliang's mother couldn't help arguing with him, "the wheat ears tied back can't be dried. You want me to plant seedlings and I want me to fertilize. You thresh these wheat ears to make room for me."

"All right, all right," old Zhou head hurriedly advised, "what a big deal. The seedlings have been planted. Next, there's nothing to do. Rub them slowly."

"Uncle Jin, your seed is very powerful. Where did you buy it?"

Old Zhou tou himself felt incredible. He thought and said, "I didn't buy it. I always planted it at home. The year before last, it was still good. Although the wheat in some fields was better than your harvest, my family planted it finely, but the production in the fields decreased a little last year due to the disaster..."

When old Zhou tou said this, everyone remembered.

Almost all the fields in the village are together. Everyone can see what the crops are like.

The real change really began last year. At that time, everyone suffered from disasters in the fields and the harvest was not good, but the wheat field at Lao Zhoutou's home was not bad.

Zhou Daliang, who had been as quiet as a chicken, suddenly patted his thigh, "I know. It must be because master Tianzun remembered man Bao last year. This is not only a reward for your uncle's family, but also a favor for our village."

Old Zhou tou looked at Zhou Daliang with everyone and didn't speak.

Zhou Daliang said anxiously, "Dad, uncles, uncles, what I said is true. The fourth said that man Bao is really the reincarnation of a fairy. The day his daughter-in-law gave birth to a child was called a tragedy. As a result, she gave birth immediately after she took man Bao to worship the fairy, and there was no problem at all. Mother and son were very safe."

Everyone looked at Lao Zhou one after another.

Old Zhou tou was silent and said, "that night, old four took man Bao to worship the gods, but aren't we talking about changing wheat?"

The villagers immediately laughed and nodded one after another: "the same, the same, ah Jin, you have to say to man Bao when you go back and let her bless our business and change more wheat."

Old Zhou tou thought for a moment and nodded, "OK, I'll let man Bao worship Lord Tianzun later, but if Lord Tianzun agrees or not, man Bao doesn't guarantee our family."

"Know, know, it's hard to force."

"Well, we agreed. You have to dry the wheat later. Whether we can change it or not, we have to dry the wheat well. It's used as seeds. It's not good to deceive people."

Everyone responded and talked, "it's a pity that my spring wheat this year uses the seeds left by my family, and the harvest is certainly not as good as this batch of winter wheat."

"Then we have to keep more seeds ourselves. Uncle Jin's seed will also be planted next spring wheat."

Old Zhou said with his hands on his back, "then save more. You can't order more seeds after the autumn harvest to plant winter wheat?"

"Ah? Winter wheat is still planted after the autumn harvest. Can the soil stand it? "

Seeing that the questioner was a young teenager, old Zhou knocked him with a cigarette pole and said, "you are really stupid. You can't change a field to grow winter wheat. Let it rest if it was planted last year."

The younger generation couldn't help muttering, "if the autumn harvest is smooth, why plant winter wheat?"

Old Zhou tou heard it and didn't answer. He just ordered it. Whether he planted it or not depends on people's willingness. Anyway, he planted it.

There are so many children in their family. Even if the weather is good, they can only eat enough.

But when he was full, of course, he wanted to give the children big white rice and big white steamed bread every day. Anyway, he didn't like to eat things mixed with bran or wheat bran.