The old ox, burdened with the debt of tillage, gnawed the grass and lay on its head in the sunset.

Song Huan carried a basket on his back and arrived at the foot of the mountain. There was a house not far from the road at the foot of the mountain.

Song Huan called out from outside, and then a voice came from inside. Song Huan raised his eyebrows, the voice seemed familiar.

As expected, the person who came out, Song Huan, had a chance encounter.

This person is the fishing boy with tears in his eyes.

Obviously, the young man still had an impression of Song Huan, so he blurted out, "Why is it you?"

Song Huan shrugged, "People from a village don't need to be so surprised, right?"

The young man smiled coyly, mainly because this person did not often move around the village. He smiled shyly and said, "Are you okay?"

Song Huan nodded, "Are your parents here?"

The young man shook his head and said, "They have all gone to the fields." Then he looked at the sky and continued, "They will be back soon at this hour."

Liang Dayong instantly understood that he had also heard about the uncle's visit to Fu Shou Xiang, "At least it can smell like meat."

The aunt also said, "This new millet has just been harvested and has not been dried yet. What is left now is old rice, but don't worry, the taste is not bad. We have preserved it well."

Song Huan nodded, and then Uncle Liang took out a bag of white rice from home. Song Huan directly handed over the bag of rice he brought.

Liang Dayong said, "We have something to discuss with you."

"We usually sell millet to grain merchants for two cents per catty, and rice for three cents per catty."

Uncle Liang looked at her backpack, nodded, "Go inside first."

Uncle Liang took the words, "Nineteen pounds."

Song Huan's pace was not slow, and it took a quarter of an hour for the two of them to catch up. Song Huan turned around when he heard the voice, and the two of them were out of breath, so they put down their backpacks and waited.

The tearful young man shook his head, "How can that be possible? Someone will come to the house in two days and we have to entertain them."

There was no weigh-in at Uncle Liang's house, so he had to go to Uncle Liang's house in the back to weigh himself. Song Huan also went there, and unexpectedly saw Liang Dayong.

He worked hard all afternoon last time and didn't catch a single fish. Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of an idea, "Don't Song Huan have a fishing net? She is rarely seen netting fish on weekdays. How about we borrow a fishing net from her?

how?"

The tearful boy obviously knew the situation at home and went out directly. After a while, the tearful boy's mother also came in.

This was the first time Liang Dayong heard this. He didn't react for a moment and only subconsciously asked, "What if I only get one?"

Song Huan replied humbly.

Song Huan thought about it and thought it was feasible, but said, "Yes, it is possible, but you have to pay me ten cents as a deposit. When you return it after you don't use it, I can refund the ten cents to you after I check that there is no damage."

, if there is any damage, I will refund it all if you can repair it, otherwise I will have to deduct a certain deposit according to the degree of damage to the fishing net, and then return the rest to you. On weekdays, just give me 10% of the fish you catch.

For example, if you catch ten, give me one."

Liang Dayong patted the tearful boy and said with envy, "Fucai, you have meat to eat today."

"Why did you catch up?" Song Huan asked.

"Coming, coming." The young man pointed at a few people not far away, carrying hoes and baskets on their backs.

The aunt nodded with satisfaction. White rice was expensive and the portion was not that heavy. Moreover, they could keep the broken rice and rice husks left over from pounding the rice to make rice bran cakes.

Uncle Liang praised him, "Xiao Song is pretty good."

Song Huan heard that the price was indeed cheaper than the shop. She was still hesitating. She could grind the rice herself, but she would have to spend money to buy tools. It would save trouble to buy rice directly. And it is not practical to exchange rice with the villagers in the future. Everyone

She wanted to exchange grain for money. She only had meat in hand. Although the villagers also wanted to eat meat, it had to be put behind the necessities.

After entering the room and sitting down, the tearful boy poured water for Song Huan and Uncle Liang.

When Brother Song was here, the two children did not suffer much. Now that he is gone, the two children have no idea about spending and are still eating white rice. They don't know how they will live in the future.

After some thought, Song Huan said, "Then change it to white rice."

When Liang Dayong heard this, his eyes lit up, it's feasible! "Then let's..."

Uncle Liang said directly on the spot, "The market price of rabbits is ten cents per catty, so five catties and eight taels is..."

Uncle Liang heard his wife say this, and thought about it, no matter how he lived, his family would never be short of meat, wouldn't their life be better than his own?!

Uncle Liang coughed and then said, "In this way you can get rice..."

Song Huan nodded to him and went to watch the weighing. The rabbit weighed five pounds.

Song Huan directly took out the rabbit from the basket.

Uncle Liang looked at Song Huan in surprise, and finally glanced at Uncle Liang to confirm. Uncle Liang had just finished, and nodded, it was indeed fifty-eight articles.

After Song Huan thanked him, he put the rice in his basket and left.

The tearful boy swallowed unconsciously.

Uncle Liang shook his head and sighed, "These two children..." He couldn't say the rest.

No one is a fool. In today's situation, she doesn't want to exchange food with the village in the future. People in a village can't let others always feel that their siblings are taking advantage of everyone, right?

No one is stupid. Although there are few people here who are literate, they are very good at this and will never let themselves suffer.

Auntie looked at Uncle Song, who nodded.

Seeing this, Uncle Liang was actually a little embarrassed. They didn't eat meat often, but he wanted to exchange the extra grain this year for silver coins. The eldest son of the family was getting married, and it was difficult to do things without silver coins.

Song Huan was very optimistic that one rabbit could be exchanged for nineteen pounds of grain. It was a pity that such bargains could not be found often.

Song Huan replied directly, "I want to exchange food with Uncle Liang."

Song Huan blurted out, "Fifty-eight articles."

The tearful boy revealed their purpose.

I don’t know if I can survive this winter.

The two telepathically ran out in an instant. The elders behind them ignored their calls to go home for dinner and a fire.

The aunt glanced angrily and complained, "You still have time to worry about them. I watched her take her brother to the town from a distance a few days ago. It's hard to say that people's lives are much better than ours. You still have time to worry about them.

Let’s think about Fu Shou’s marriage first!”

Song Huan raised her eyebrows. Didn't she think she could discuss anything with them?

The aunt said, "Xiao Song, it's not that my uncle and aunt won't help you, it's mainly because the family is not in a hurry right now. However, if the portion is not large this time, we can still help."

After bringing them closer, Song Huan called her uncle and aunt.

The people in the village cherish even a sack.

The young father looked at Song Huan, "Why is Xiao Song down?"

The aunt said, "You rabbit, how about we weigh it later and give you the corresponding grain according to the market price? Do you want to buy millet or rice directly?"

Uncle Liang weighed out nineteen pounds in a bag and asked Song Huan to confirm it before handing it over directly.

The tearful boy also agreed with him.

Uncle Liang said, "What are you going to exchange for?"

They are not suitable for mourning the spring and autumn.

However, she could use money to buy rice directly from the village later on, but this would be too ostentatious and would not work in the long run.

Song Huan thought for a while, "Then just give me a fish head."

Liang Dayong, "..."

The tearful boy took some time to digest it, then repeated what Song Huan had just said. After confirming that it was correct, he replied, "Let's go back and discuss it. After confirming, we will go find you."

Song Huan nodded obediently.
Chapter completed!