Chapter 438

Qili Village is remote. At present, no grain merchant has come here to collect wheat, so Lao Zhou tou doesn't know the purchase price of wheat in the countryside.

But he knew the price of the grain shop, because his daughter had just mentioned it to him last night.

So he felt that a bushel of wheat ten Wen less than the grain shop was really cheap, which was the price of conscience.

So he crossed his old wife, shook Bai Shanbao's hand and said gratefully, "I'm still a little childe with a good heart."

I wanted to ask why master Bai still transported wheat from Longzhou. Isn't it his own wheat? I forgot my words.

In Lao Zhoutou's understanding, although Bai Zhai and Bai Jia are two houses, they are actually a family.

Mrs. Liu, who has no adult male here, naturally depends on master Bai, so what Bai Shanbao said in his house represents master Bai.

Old Zhou tou couldn't help feeling that master Bai was really a good man. They had just made so much money from him before.

On this thought, old Zhou tou immediately said, "young master, go back and tell master Bai that if he still wants to buy my wheat as seeds when the summer harvest comes down, I'll make it cheaper for him."

"No!" Bai Shanbao and man Bao spoke in unison.

They said at the same time, "Dad, how can you lower the price?"

"Ah?" Old Zhou stared, even if his daughter objected. How come the little childe of the Bai family objected, shouldn't he be with master Bai?

Qian glanced at him helplessly. Until now, he didn't understand? Bai Shan and master Bai are two families!

Man Bao said, "Dad, you've pressed the price. What about our farm? We are our own family. You can't do that. "

Bai Shanbao nodded deeply.

Old Zhou tou stared at Bai Shanbao. He and man Bao are a family, but aren't you a family?

Isn't he selling master Bai through a young childe?

Why is the young master of the white family also opposed?

Lao Zhou was still a little confused until he sent people out of the gate.

Bai Shanbao also quietly said to man Bao, "we are a group. Your family can't lower the price."

"Don't worry," man Bao said, "I must take good care of my father. I'm not at home and my mother."

Bai Shanbao felt relieved about man Bao. Then he waved goodbye to her, "OK, I'll go home first. I have to go back to preview tomorrow."

Man Bao's skin stretched, thinking that she would go back to the house to study later.

When both the master and the servant went away, old Zhou remembered that he had another main question he didn't ask, "man Bao, did you agree with the young master how many bags of wheat to buy?"

Old Zhou tou said: "in fact, the wheat will come down in a month, but if master Bai buys wheat seeds with our family again... It's nothing. It doesn't look like a flood this month. The ears of wheat have begun to fill, and the drought has no great impact. After all, it has just rained..."

"So it's OK to buy some grain directly from the villagers at that time." Lao Zhou broke his fingers and counted the days when the summer grain came down. He's not good at other things, but his direct response is much faster than man Bao's. Therefore, he said: "add some bran and two hemp bags are enough..."

Man Bao heard it and immediately shouted, "I don't want steamed bread mixed with bran!"

The big boys immediately gathered around and said, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I don't want to eat either."

The noise was so loud that it was like hundreds of chickens clucking in his ears at the same time. Lao Zhou waved with disgust on his face, "OK, OK, don't eat if you don't eat. Then buy three sacks."

The children are happy when they hear it, and the adults are happy when they hear it. The family has earned so much money. How can they mix bran?

Old Zhou turned to change money and asked, "I don't know if they want to buy wheat there. Anyway, the flour milled at home can still eat for several days. I don't want to ask my sister-in-law tomorrow when they come to the door?"

Qian nodded, "OK."

Old Zhou tou bowed his head and smiled brightly at man Bao. In a soft voice, he said, "man Bao, do you think it's possible to tell the little childe if you can keep the wheat for us for two more days and don't go to takeout for the time being. Maybe it's possible for our family to buy more bags at that time."

Man Bao said no problem. Anyway, in Qili Village, Bai Shanbao's wheat can't be sold.

If you sell it to the grain merchant in Luojiang County, it seems that he will lose money again.

Old Zhou was happy. He reached out and touched man Bao's head and sighed, "man Bao in our family is really more and more powerful."

Man Bao and the old Zhou family nodded deeply. She also felt that she was getting stronger and stronger, and she would be stronger next.

Because of Mr. Zhuang's tone today, I'm afraid their reading will be as fierce as the strong wind in summer and autumn and the cold in winter and spring.

Alas——

After entering the door, old Zhou tou asked someone to close the door.

On Wednesday Lang and Zhou Silang closed the door in a daze. Now the sun is going down. It's still bright. What door are you closing in broad daylight?

After closing the door, Lao Zhou, as the head of the family, occupied the position of the threshold of the main room. As long as there was a family meeting, basically, this position was his exclusive position.

Qian doesn't like to sit on the threshold. She prefers to sit on a stool. Man Bao drags a small stool to sit with her mother.

Although he has agreed, Lao Zhou still has some heartache when things come to an end.

But when he saw that his wife and daughter were looking at him with bright eyes, and the children and grandchildren at the bottom were looking at him in fog, old Zhou knocked the cigarette rod and thought he had momentum: "boss, go and take out the money you just got back."

"Oh." Confused, Zhou Dalang went into his parents' room and found that the basket he carried back was still well placed on the ground. The silver in it had not been moved.

Zhou Dalang vaguely felt something wrong, but he still carried the basket out.

Old Zhou tou asked him to take out the silver in the cloth bag.

Zhou Dalang obediently put it in front of his father.

Old Zhou tou opened the cloth bag and there was a pile of silver ingots twice as many but half as small.

Old Zhou tou changed twelve twelve twelve twelve one Ding silver into five Liang silver.

He felt that his family rarely used twelve or one ingots.

Even after seeing it for several times, the old Zhou family still couldn't help shining. They all thought: our family is really rich.

Old Zhou tou thought that I would soon run out of money. Sure enough, the money couldn't stay in his hands.

No, he can't stay in the hands of his daughter-in-law!

Old Zhou tou pondered, "I discussed with your mother. It's no use putting so much money here, and you've all got a family and a career..."