Although the voice was low, the shopkeeper's ears were sharp and he immediately said: "Is it cotton? Yes, yes. How much do you want?"
Erniu's wife has always been timid, but she has been tempered along the way, but she is still shy. She immediately shrank behind Mrs. Tian and couldn't even see a hair.
I've never seen the shopkeeper. He didn't take it seriously, and shouted to the others: "Do you want anything else? It's the real price. I was introduced to you by Master Yuan. I won't lie to you, Budu."
Good cloth, let us pay whatever price we should, and we won’t make a penny more.”
There was a group of women, and women were the most enthusiastic about buying cloth. Moreover, every household was indeed short of clothes. Although they bought cloth on the road, there was not enough to share among four hundred people.
Many of them only had half of their collars and the cotton-padded clothes given to them in the military camp. Others were either too worn out to wear anymore, or even the acropolis was lost.
So, after a while, Daliang took over his fourth uncle's previous job and started counting with pen and paper. This family of four would need twelve feet, and that family of eight would need twenty-four feet.
Mrs. Tian pulled Qi Bao'er to a corner where no one was, "Bao, why do we buy so much cotton?"
Aren’t all of them already in need of beautiful clothes and quilts?
"Milk, I told you to deliver it to the military camp."
Mrs. Tian was confused for a moment: "Aren't you ready?"
They all went to the military camp to discuss how to get it.
"How can we have a unified army? The Zhenbei Army has 500,000 people. Even after the previous battles, there are still about 400,000 people at least. How many people must be prepared to be considered a unified army?"
The nearly two million kilograms of grain they bought from their original family sounds like a lot, and a lot of people will lose their heads every minute, but the savings are calculated based on one kilogram of grain per person per day.
Enough to feed the entire Zhenbei Army for five days.
Counting this thing is futile.
It sounds like it’s tens of thousands taels, wow, that’s a lot of money.
But when it comes to military supplies, a pound of brown rice costs six cents according to the market price, and for 500,000 soldiers, one pound per person per day will cost 500,000 pounds, which costs 30,000 taels of silver.
The Yuan family gave them more than the price of cabbage this time, and the price was calculated based on the stone. Brown rice cost seventy cents per stone, which was less than three cents per pound, and white flour cost one hundred cents per stone, which was only half of the normal market price.
Otherwise, with the tens of thousands taels they have in hand, how can they buy two million grains?
Dad took twenty thousand taels from her last night and said that after settling the bill, he would still have five thousand taels left. For the time being, he still kept it with him for emergencies.
After all, cotton-padded clothes and quilts are twice as expensive as food.
Her father is fine. In this situation, he doesn't want to pay for everything himself. He just needs to check the situation first to be prepared.
Mrs. Tian didn't react for a moment when she heard this. She was frightened. She muttered for a long time before she could say anything: "My dear, if you don't tell me, I will think that the food we sent will be enough for them to eat for a long time."
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It had only been five days, and there was only one pound of food for each person. How could one pound of food a day be enough for those soldiers? Wouldn't it be better to let them eat until they were full? Wouldn't they eat it all in two or three days?
Li Qin, who was passing by and listened for a moment, dropped the empty basin on the ground with a thud. She didn't even notice. She stared blankly and said, "Mom, if you think about it this way, if we want to give everyone a set of cotton-padded clothes, we can
Aren’t you tearing yourself apart and not being able to get it together?”
Now Mrs. Tian’s head was full of questions, “Who told you that we have to prepare everything for everyone?”
According to Bao'er, even if he is a prince or princess, he wouldn't dare to settle this matter, right?
They were able to take away 400 sets and return 800 sets, which was already a very good thing.
After eating white flour steamed buns for two days, you have forgotten your identity, right?
"That's good, that's good." Li Qin patted her chest repeatedly with a scared look on her face, picked up the basin and left in a daze.
Mrs. Tian was so frightened by her that she lost her fear when she heard the data. She muttered: "No wonder Wu Lang is getting more and more stupid. He looks like a good mother."
The fifth son of Lao Qi's family has a tall and shrewd face, and his naturally raised eyebrows look a bit sinister. But what everyone sees along the way is that he looks more and more like Qi Kangfu. Even San Lang looks more and more like Qi Kangfu.
You can steal food from him.
"Milk, if we have cotton, we won't have any trouble on the road ahead. Even if we don't send it to the military camp anymore and we just keep it ourselves, the more the better."
Qi Bao'er turned back and glanced at the group of women and young wives surrounding Daliang, and lowered his voice and said: "They all have two sets of cotton-padded clothes now, and they feel like they are all in need. What about the next one?"
Baby, as you go further north, the weather will only get colder and colder.
From now on, we will go south. I thought, there shouldn’t be many people growing cotton in the south. I didn’t hear anyone from my family say that cotton is mainly grown in the north, and cotton from the north is shipped south every year.
Nai, think about it, if we went to the south to buy cotton, would it still be at the same price we pay now?"
Anyway, she has space, so she can fill it.
The whole family works together, but who knows whether they sent the cotton to the military camp or hid it?
Mrs. Tian squinted her eyes and looked at her granddaughter: "Bao, do you want to...??"
Qi Bao'er's big almond-shaped eyes were smiling like crescent moons at the end of the moon. She stretched out her chubby fingers and touched her lips, and gave her a "shush" sound.
Milk, we just need to understand it in our hearts, but it would be pointless to say it out loud.
At this point, it was obvious that Daliang and Qi Bao'er had a very tacit understanding. After remembering everything, he first stopped the shopkeeper of Buzhuang and asked him to wait aside, and then dragged Qi Bao'er to the other side.
"Sister, how much money do you still have? No, how much money do you have left after what happened to dad and the others?"
"What to do?"
"Mei Ha, I think so. After we settle down, we will have to live a good life, and we will have to clean up our new home, right? If the court throws it away to a poor place for us, then we will have to build a new house, right?
This requires money everywhere.
Sister, please lend me some money. The price of cloth here is cheaper than in our town. I want to buy some and put them at your place. Brother will give me the money and rent your land. When we are settled, we can resell them.
go out."
Oops, her eldest brother is out of business.
But, "Brother, you don't want to take the imperial examination?"
Once you go into business, your path to the imperial examination will be cut off.
Da Liang returned the disdainful look that Qi Bao'er had seen on him, "Let our father sell it. The profits earned will be my father's 60% and 40%."
Oh ho, this has established a dealer model.
"Brother, you forgot, you still have five thousand taels with me."
This time Daliang didn't insist on not wanting it. He thought for a moment and said, "Sister, you can borrow it from me. I'll ask you how much cloth there is in the cloth store. Can you fit it in?"
"Uncertain." She only has ten acres of land, but she still has to make room for cotton and grain, both of which take up space.
"Then let's go and ask first."
Da Ling ran to murmur with the shopkeeper of Buzhuang again.
Qi Bao'er didn't ask or stop her. In the end, Da Lang took a thousand taels from her and walked away. The shopkeeper of the cloth shop was obviously not as tough as the original family. He was doing an ordinary cloth shop business, and the total number of goods in the village was only two taels.
He had already cleared some of the thousand taels, and he gave some more profits, and Daliang rounded up the rest, which was just over 900 taels.
