Song Qiu added people this time for the vacant farm.
There is no need to take care of the fields for now, but someone needs to take care of the farm.
There must be a person in charge of the farm, who must be able to read and write, and there must always be an account of the farm's chores.
In addition, there are two people who can work, such as taking care of the hills, feeding chickens and ducks, and the lotus pond. She plans to clear it and turn it into a fish pond to feed fish. The fish supply will actually be better than that in Songshan River.
It's easier to salvage.
With these three people, at least there must be a cook who can cook, right?
Song Qiu had already made plans in his mind, and immediately told Zeng Yapo his request.
Zeng Yapo has dealt with her twice, and she knows what kind of person she wants. She must do things down-to-earth.
Fortunately, there is no one in her hands who can't be cheated or cheated on.
Soon, Zeng Yapo selected a dozen people and brought them in for Song Qiu to choose.
Song Qiu looked around and finally picked out four people.
Among them was a middle-aged couple, the man's surname was Lin and Desheng, and the woman's maiden name was Ma.
Originally, he was running a small business by himself, but suddenly his youngest son contracted a sudden illness. He spent all his savings, pawned his shop and house, and traveled to many places to seek medical treatment. In the end, he still couldn't be cured, so he just died.
The couple was so sad and disheartened that they sold themselves to their youngest son to take care of the funeral arrangements.
For those who have done business, Lin Desheng is literate and can write, and Ma has no problem cooking.
Song Qiu observed the two of them carefully, asked some more questions, and finally settled on them.
The other two, one is named Wang Guizhuang, he is about forty years old, his hands are full of calluses, he is used to doing farm work, and he was also a farmer. Unfortunately, his hometown was hit by a disaster, and none of his relatives were left. They fled to Jingzhou Prefecture.
In the end, I had no choice but to sell myself.
There was one left, Tian Ping, who was in his early thirties. He was a gardener from a wealthy family, serving flowers and plants. He was honest and skillful.
Song Qiu picked out these four people, looked at them again and again, and was quite satisfied.
Zeng Yapo saw that she was taking care of the business of four of her people at once. All in all, they bought a lot from her. She believed that this would not be the last time.
Therefore, she was happy to make good friends, and she did not charge more than four capable adults, only twenty taels of silver.
Song Qiu happily gave the money and sent Du Chuanfu straight to the livestock market with the four new people.
The last time I bought a mule cart at this livestock market, Wu Wujin brought it with me. After only being here once, she was already familiar with it.
This time, Du Chuanfu was with him, and the newly bought Wang Guizhuang's family had raised mules before. He knew how to deal with mules, so Song Qiu didn't worry.
Let them look at it, and she will just give her money if she sees it.
Wang Guizhuang didn't talk much. He just looked at the mules and looked at them very seriously. As soon as he entered the market, his eyes were focused on those places where mules were sold.
Song Qiu originally wanted to buy a carriage, but a horse would cost more than ten taels of silver at worst, and with a matching carriage, the price would be quite high.
There aren't many good horses in this livestock fair. The last time I came back to see it, Wu Wujin had told her about it.
If you want to buy a horse, it's better to go to the county town.
Think about it, it's better to add mules first, and think about the carriage later.
Wang Guizhuang looked carefully and thought highly of several mule sellers. Finally, he pointed at a mule and said: "Girl, this mule is not bad, very strong. It looks like it is the right age and has endurance. It can be used to pull carts at least."
It can be used for more than 20 years!” You won’t lose money if you buy it!
After Song Qiu heard this, he immediately asked the mule seller for a price.
The seller boasted about his mule a lot, and also praised Song Qiu for his discernment. Then he compared the numbers and said: "Four taels of silver, the best price!"
When Song Qiu heard this, her Xiao Hei last time was only three and a half taels of silver. This mule looked similar to her Xiao Hei. It cost half a tael more?
He immediately shook his head and headed to another stall.
When the seller saw it, he hurriedly shouted: "Hey! Little girl, we can negotiate the price, don't leave!"
Song Qiu paused and looked at him: "Uncle, tell me a sincere price. If you sincerely sell it, I will also sincerely buy it."
The seller saw that although she was a little girl, there were five adults following her. Although the adults didn't say anything, she, a little girl, did the talking.
After thinking about it, he made an expression as if he had sold it at a loss and said, "That's all. For the sake of your sincere purchase, girl, I'll give you a cheaper price, just three to two or nine dollars!"
"Three and a half!" Song Qiu said.
"Three and a half? Then I will suffer a big loss!" the seller shouted.
"I'll buy three and a half, and if it's more than two and a half, I'll look at other stores. Anyway, it's not bad like yours." Song Qiu said.
The seller gritted his teeth, as if he had made a huge loss, "The little girl is really good at bargaining! Okay, I'm in a hurry to sell out and go home, otherwise I won't be able to buy it at this price."
Song Qiu didn't believe that he had lost money, so he gave Wang Guizhuang money and asked Wang Guizhuang to lead the mule. After leaving the market, he bought a hood at the entrance of the market, where he bought the cart last time.
There is a cart, but this mule should be equipped with a hood, which is useful in rainy days.
This hood is not as good as a carriage, but it is more expensive than a pallet truck, costing a hundred dollars.
This mule cart was good, and the six people sat in two mule carts. Song Qiu went to buy some rice, flour, grain, oil, cloth and cotton, and then went home.
Just as we walked onto the trail into Songshan Village, we met Zhang Digua driving a mule cart out of the village, with Zhang Hugua also sitting on the mule cart.
"Isn't this Uncle Sweet Potato? You have returned to the village today? Hey, and Uncle Hugua, are you in town for something?" She said hello first.
Zhang Digua was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect to run into Song Qiu when he walked out of the village. He immediately laughed: "I have something to do in town."
Zhang Hugua looked at Song Qiu and subconsciously felt guilty. He was afraid that Song Qiu would think too much, so he hurriedly said: "Ah Qiu, Aunt Yuan and I asked for leave. I won't go to work today and will go back tomorrow."
Song Qiu nodded and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay. Uncle Hugua, just go and do it if you have something to do."
The mule and cart were staggered, and Zhang Hugua looked back.
Zhang Digua smiled at him, "You're not asking for leave. We're just going to the town to listen to a storyteller. I'll rent a car to take you back in the afternoon."
Zhang Hugua pursed his lips and said nothing.
The mule cart went all the way to the town. When they arrived at the town, it was just about noon. Zhang Digua didn't delay at all. He took Zhang Hugua to a pretty good restaurant for lunch. He ordered four dishes, one soup, and a bottle of wine.
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That was really a good brother's manner in entertaining his younger brother with serious consideration.
Zhang Hugua was not polite to him. He would eat meat if he had it and drink wine if he had it. He was here anyway, so don’t treat yourself badly.
After lunch, Zhang Digua took Zhang Hugua to the mentioned teahouse without stopping. He also specially requested a private room upstairs, ordered tea, and listened to storytellers downstairs.
Zhang Hugua had not been here for a long time. He was immediately fascinated by the new story told by Mr. Jiang, which he had never heard before.
Zhang Digua didn't make any noise to disturb him, but listened along with him and listened with great interest.
It's getting late, so the storytellers have dispersed.
Zhang Digua paid the bill and took Zhang Hugua out of the teahouse with some unfinished thoughts, "Fourth brother, let me tell you, Mr. Jiang's new story is really interesting and fascinating. I also want to hear the follow-up of Ming'er.