Zhao Luoyang wrote two letters to the villagers and found out why there were fewer men in the village.
All the young men in Qianjia Village were urgently recruited by the government to build the city wall.
Old Mrs. Qian who spoke to her first was the most upright woman in the village. No wonder everyone turned to Old Mrs. Qian for advice.
Qianjia Village is a lively person and has a good relationship with the government office. Although he is building a city wall, each person will be paid more than 80 yuan a day.
In two months, the people from Qianjia Village will be back.
After writing several letters, Zhao Luoyang ran out of paper, and Mrs. Qian immediately had someone fetch it from her home.
Even if she didn't use her paper, she still had to pay fifteen cents, so Zhao Luoyang naturally made a profit.
Every time he finished writing a letter, Zhao Luoyang would read it over and wait until the villagers were satisfied before handing the letter over.
Mrs. Qian was always sitting next to Zhao Luoyang. After listening to a few letters, she nodded. This little girl was indeed literate. It seemed that what the little girl said before was true.
Without any precautions, Mrs. Qian felt that it was really not easy for these people to relocate.
Especially the little girl in front of her, her clothes are shabby, her hair is messy, her face is not very clean, she looks like a refugee from a distance.
"When you finish writing the letter, come to my house," Mrs. Qian said. "They know where my house is. I have some things in my house that you can sell to the city."
Zhao Luoyang hurriedly thanked Mrs. Qian.
Mrs. Qian waved her hand and said, "We are all from a farming family, so we don't have much etiquette. Looking at you, I think of my newly married granddaughter. She also knows how to read."
"Sister, I have written ten letters in total." Zhao Yuanrang could not suppress the joy in his eyes. "There are ninety coins, two old clothes, three pairs of straw sandals and two bowls of coarse grains."
The old clothes were patched one after another, but cloth was expensive, and fifteen cents was more than enough. Besides, his mother, mother, and aunt were both good at sewing. They could make trousers for his brothers by taking apart the clothes and mending them.
Zhao Yuan let his eyes shine, this time it was not in vain.
It's more money than selling eggs to Mr. Song. Even if Dad and the others can get back all the luggage they threw away last night, their family still lacks these. He usually doesn't dare to take too big steps when he's on the road. Why?
The crotch had already leaked. My mother tried to patch it up again and again, but the fabric was ruined. She suddenly grinned.
There is still so much road ahead, how many pairs of pants can go far? No one knows.
So all the fabrics of the Zhao family are used on the adults, and the crotches of the adults are shabby. As for the children, let's do that!
Children don't like it when adults think so.
Who wants to be naked? Even if they are bitten by mosquitoes, they also want to lose face. Now that we have old cloth, at least two pairs of pants will be ruined.
Zhao Luoyang asked Zhao Yuanrang to clean up his pen and ink, while he went to Mrs. Qian's home.
Mrs. Qian was already sitting in the yard waiting for her.
There are several bamboo baskets on the ground.
"Rice and flour," Old Mrs. Qian said, "are only here this year. You can take them to the city and sell them! Every bushel of new rice in the city can be sold for seventy-four or five cents. I count you seventy cents. Here is a stone
, let your fourth uncle carry it."
"Four flour is expensive and troublesome to grind. I don't have much at home, but if I meet a good buyer in the city, I can sell it for more than eighty yuan per catty. There are about ten catties here," Mrs. Qian thought for a moment and said.
"Even if you weigh eighty cents per catty."
Zhao Luoyang walked over and took a look. The flour in Mrs. Zhao's house did look different. The flour looked white and fine. Once upon a time, Mrs. Zhao had a serious illness. After recovering from the illness, he remembered the noodles he had eaten when he was a child and ordered Mrs. Yang to
Go buy good noodles.
Mrs. Yang bought noodles and said when she came back: "Rich people eat this. I heard there are better ones. This pound of noodles can be exchanged for a bucket of rice."
The noodles at Mrs. Qian's house look better than those bought by Mrs. Yang back then, and they will definitely sell for a higher price.
I wonder if the flour in the system can compare to Mrs. Qian’s flour?
Mrs. Qian said: "When you go to the market and someone asks you, just say it's made from pure wheat. People who understand will buy it, and people who don't understand don't need to pay attention."
Zhao Luoyang said: "Is the price of flour all the same in the city? In the past, all my family ate were mixed noodles, and they were very thick. I have never seen anything like this."
"Of course it's different," Mrs. Qian said. "Some are ground finer, so they are more expensive. They can be sold for a hundred cents per catty. Wheat is not expensive, but it takes a lot of time to grind it like this.
It’s not that rich people won’t buy it. But people who are too rich won’t buy it either. They can’t trust us, so they buy it and let their servants grind it.”
Zhao Luoyang said to Mrs. Qian, "Thank you so much, grandma."
This "Grandma" call made people feel comfortable, and Mrs. Qian said with a smile: "Whether you can sell it for money depends on you, and I won't lose. But... if you don't have enough money, just leave someone here.
Wait until you go to the market and sell the things, and then send you the money."
Zhao Luoyang told the story about everyone trying to collect money to buy livestock: "My father should have some money in his hand. When they come down the mountain in a while, I will go and ask him for it."
In fact, she has enough money on her. One stone of rice is only 700 fen, and ten pounds of noodles is only 800 fen. She still has money on her.
The reason why she gave all the money she had left here to her fourth uncle was because she knew that only by using her own money as capital would the money earned be recognized by the system.
The milk money was hot on her waist, and the system did not count it as hers. On the way here, she even tried it. If she gave away her money and took it back, the system would not increase the wealth value, that is,
Said that the money she earned could only be counted once.
This is what Shi Jiu said, you can't cheat.
At least you can't cheat openly like this.
Mrs. Qian said: "If you want to buy livestock, don't go directly to the West Market. I'll tell you about a fur shop. The shopkeeper there is named Wang. He has some friendship with my son. Go find him. He knows those who raise livestock."
Hey, let him help you pick two good donkeys. With the way you are dressed, it will look like you are all foreigners. You will definitely be deceived when you get to the West Market."
Zhao Luoyang felt happy and his smile became deeper.
Mrs. Qian looked at her for a while and said, "Poor girl, she must be well-dressed." She even wanted to keep this girl in Qianjia Village. With this girl's intelligence, who can marry her without making a fortune?
Her family does not have a well-matched boy, which means her family is not lucky.
"Bring more water with you on your way to Taozhou," said Mrs. Qian. "Even though it has just rained, you can't tell in this place. I have lived here all my life. Drought after heavy rain is a common thing."
, without water, people can’t survive, and animals have to lie down.”
Zhao Luoyang listened carefully: "Grandma, I remember."
Mrs. Qian pointed to the east room: "There is a basin in the house. Get some water and wash it. We will go out to sell food later. This won't work."
Zhao Luoyang was not polite, and he and Zhao Yuanrang took out the basin and filled it with water.
Looking at the basin, no wonder Mrs. Qian said this, all the things she made are human-like.
Shi Jiu was in Zhao Luoyang's mind, and he happened to look over. There was a figure in the basin. His hair was messy, his face was full of dirt, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.
Her cheeks looked slightly thinner, her lips were raised, and she could reveal her round dimples with a slight pout, making her look like she was smiling.
Zhao Luoyang's appearance is indeed very lovable, and people can't help but feel close to him.
Even he was lost for a moment, and something suddenly flashed in Shi Jiu's mind.
This face looked familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before? Had he known Zhao Luoyang before? Or had he seen her appearance by accident?
Or was he mistaken? He had seen a similar appearance before, after all, this face was not that special.
After using several basins of water, Zhao Luoyang washed his face clean.
It's really dirty.
If he was thin-skinned, he would have to be embarrassed. Obviously Zhao Luoyang would not be like this. He had been a "fool" for many years and had long since stopped caring about other people's eyes.
While waiting for Zhao Yuanyang, Zhao Luoyang was already talking to Mrs. Qian.
Zhao Luoyang said: "We came here and heard that there is an epidemic, so you have to be more careful. We will not leave until we come back from the city. I can bring you back whatever you need."
Mrs. Qian smiled and said, "I don't need anything here. You can ask other families in the village."
Mrs. Qian sold her rice and noodles to outsiders, and other people in Qianjia Village felt relieved and took out the things they were planning to sell.
Zhao Luoyang used the money he brought to exchange for noodles from Mrs. Qian's house and bought some eggs.
She could carry these things, and then she evened them out and asked Zhao Yuanjing to carry them for her. Anyway, she had the bulk of them, so even if the system didn't count the things that her younger brother carried, she could still make money.
Zhao Xueyi and Zhao Luoyang collected their things separately, while Zhao Yuanji stood at the end of the village, waiting for Zhao Xueli and the others.
So Zhao Xueyi, Nie Shuang and others came down the mountain and saw Zhao Yuanji who kept waving to him.
"Second uncle," Zhao Yuanji said, "we are here."
Zhao Xueli looked at Zhao Yuanji, who looked excited, and then looked at the villagers who were smiling at them. What were Fourth Brother and Luo Jie'er doing?
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