“The air is so good!”
Fang Dou walked on the ridges of the fields, and there were vast paddy fields on both sides of his feet, and green rice grass was planted inside.
There were endless rice fields, three or five farmers scattered, rolled up their mud-covered trousers and calloused hands, and straightened the seedlings in the water.
"Hehehehe!"
Amid the crisp laughter, several rural urchins fighting in the wet mud, chasing and playing in the Upper Field Ridge.
A rash little guy didn't pay attention to the road and knocked his head down on Fang Dou.
"oops!"
The little boy shaved the teapot head, rubbed his head, looked up and saw Fang Dou, and got up and ran back to the group of friends.
"Dare monk, stupid monk!"
The children retreated to the distance and shouted loudly at Fang Dou. Some little guys winked and grimaced.
Fang Dou subconsciously raised his hand, touched his short hair, and shook his head with a wry smile.
"I'm not a monk!"
But this sentence is obviously impossible to explain to a group of naughty boys.
In their minds, uncles and elders all had long hair tied with buns. Only monks who burned incense and worshiped Buddha would be like Fang Dou.
"Isn't it just a short inch?"
Fang Dou shook his head with a smile, ignoring the naughty boys, and lifting the rice bag on his back hard, which was heavy and ten pounds.
Today I went to the city to use these rice to exchange for necessary daily necessities.
The county town opens at 5 a.m. and closes at 4 p.m. There is a curfew in the streets at night, so outsiders cannot stay.
Fang Dou came to the gate of the county town and saw endless people coming and going in and out of the city gate.
There was a piece of yellow paper next to the city gate, and seven or eight people were surrounded by them. Although most of them were illiterate, they all looked at the black words on it and shook their heads.
The people like to watch the fun, not to mention that the yellow paper is covered with the big seal of the county government, which is a document presented by the county magistrate.
"There are evil beggars Guo San who gathered gangsters, causing trouble, trafficking women and children, picking and cutting off their children, losing all their conscience!"
"..., after the county government reported to the Ministry of Justice, the execution was approved, and the execution was immediately approved, and the death was asked after the autumn!"
On the name of "Guo San" on the yellow paper, a red pen was ticked in circles, which means that he was killed immediately.
I had been able to read the content of the announcement and the other people immediately started chatting.
"Guo San, this guy is going to be beheaded!"
"God has eyes!"
"Li's sister-in-law died early and lived with a son, but was abducted by Guo San. She shaved her face, made her throat hoarse, interrupted her hands and feet, and made her beggar go out to beg for food. The child was rescued, and when the sister-in-law of Li's family met, she fainted from mourning. It was a sin!"
"Well, our county town hasn't been beheaded for almost seven years!"
"My third aunt's neighbor has a tuberculosis at home, so he just took the opportunity to get some blood buns to treat it!"
“…”
Fang Dou passed by the city gate and heard the name of the evil beggar Guo San, he couldn't help but slow down.
He and Guo San are also somewhat related!
Since traveling through time, Fang Dou has lived in the dilapidated ancient temple, which was originally the nest of Guo Sanjiu gathered in the evil party.
When Guo San and others were caught by the government, the dilapidated temple was empty and Fang Dou moved in.
Fang Dou had heard of Guo San's evil deeds earlier, and heard that he was about to be beheaded, and said in his heart, "Evil will be rewarded for evil"!
Then, he walked into the city gate and found a rice shop with a good idea.
"Master, I'll exchange some money!"
As he said that, Fang Dou put down the rice bag he carried on his shoulder, and a friend took it over and started weighing it.
"The shopkeeper has a total of fifty kilograms, and they all have good rice that has been peeled off!"
The shopkeeper picked up the brush, wrote it in the account book, shook his head and said, "Master, who is so luxurious? The rice is not enough to be hulled, and he still needs to be finely ground to no rice bran!"
He could not help but be surprised. In the past, farmers in the countryside came to buy rice, but they all had shelled rice. Occasionally, most of them were brown rice.
Since Fang Dou came, he has brought me some fine rice several times, which surprised him.
"Master, look at the market price today, and it costs six cents per pound of rice!"
Fang Dou looked at the wooden signs on the wall of the rice shop, with experts with various grains written on beans, rice, and wheat.
I remember the last time I came here, the shelled rice was only one pound and four and a half cents.
"Shopkeeper, the rice price has risen during this period!"
The shopkeeper shook his head and sighed, "If you buy it, it will be more expensive!"
There is still some time before the autumn harvest, and it is the time when the green and yellow food is not met. Every family's stored grain is about to run out, new grain has not yet been launched, and grain prices have risen.
Not only the price of fine rice, but also the price of white flour, miscellaneous grains, etc., is also much higher than that of rewards.
"Master, listen to my advice. During this period, if you have rice to eat, don't sell it anymore, be prepared for any trouble!"
The shopkeeper took a string of money, which was heavy and heavy, and placed it on the solid wood counter, and the jingling collided and sounded.
Fang Dou untied the bag from his waist, put the money in, and then tied the bag.
Fifty kilograms of rice were exchanged for 300 coins in total, and the sound was very pleasant.
Fang Dou noticed that there were more than a dozen bad money in black, and knew that this was the rule.
In addition to the good money made by officials, there are also bad money that is privately minted. In order to save costs, merchants use good money and bad money.
Even if the government collects taxes, it is inevitable to earn poor money. After a long time, I will assume that this situation is purely in this situation.
Mixing shopkeeper is kind-hearted. If he is a profitable businessman, at least 30% of the money he is fooled with is poor money.
Fang Dou also has a way to spend the poor money in the next purchase.
After leaving the rice shop, Fang Dou first went to the raw medicine shop, bought lime, sulfur, alum, etc., and wrapped it in paper to take it away.
The boss of the Shengyao Store counted the coins given by Fang Dou, then fiddled with them a few times, and picked out a few bad money.
"Hey, in this world, there are more and more inferior money!"
He also knew that before Fang Dou came to purchase, he would definitely go to the rice shop to exchange coins, and these bad money must come from the last shop.
"Customize or not?"
Fang Dou asked directly.
"Cache, why not?"
The shops in the city have their own rules. They use poor money to receive goods, and purchases also use poor money to deliver them. A bowl of water is used to deliver them equally.
The boss of the Shengyao Store counted it carefully and said with a smile, "I want to congratulate you on the master!"
Fang Dou was too lazy to explain. Although he had short hair, he was not a monk.
"Guo San will be asked to behead him soon, and the dilapidated temple will be owned by the master from now on!"
No wonder everyone misunderstood. Fang Dou had short hair and almost bald head, and lived in a dilapidated temple. He was not a monk, who was?
"I hope everything is safe!"
Fang Dou put away a few packets of medicine powder and bowed to the boss, "Go again next day!"
"Master walk slowly!"
This time I went to the city, I also had to purchase some daily necessities, such as seasonings.
In Cai Bo pickle shop!
"Brother Cai, give me half a pound of coarse salt, three liang of rice vinegar, and five jin of soybean oil!"
Cai Bo was so happy that he smiled, "Master, eat oil so quickly?"
"There is no way, I don't eat oil, I don't have the strength!"
Fang Dou looked around the shop and his eyes fell on the big soy sauce jar.
"Brother Cai, what good pickles have you pickled recently?"
"Yes, there are big white radish, watery spirits, small cucumbers stick to their teeth, pickled beans lose their teeth!"
Cai Bo was afraid that Fang Dou would not believe it, so he lifted the lid of the sauce jar and scooped a spoon of thick black sauce with a wooden spoon, "Do you smell it, is it fragrant?"
Fang Dou nodded with satisfaction, feeling the saliva secretion accelerated.
"Give me ten kilograms of pickles!"
Cai Bo was quick-witted and said, "Okay, the pickles won't be bad. Buy more and prepare them. You can even use the meal and porridge!"
After a moment, the packed pickles were filled with a stoneware spy.
When Cai Bo was about to block it, Fang Dou said, "Brother Cai, give me an extra spoonful of sauce!"
"Okay, OK, OK!"
Cai Boman took a spoonful of them and poured them on the pickles in the spy.
"Give!"
Fang Dou held a jar of pickled vegetables, feeling the envious eyes of pedestrians on the way, and heard the soft murmur of "The monk is so greedy".
In an era of backward productivity, pickles are luxury goods and are not cheaper than meat and vegetables.
Chapter completed!