Everything in the stall was sold out. Zhu's father tidied up the stall and asked Zhu Pingchuan to lead Zhu Ping'an to wait here while he went to the grocery store to sell the rabbit skins.
Because Zhu's father was a regular customer of the grocery store, and the grocery store would not let Zhu's father suffer, Zhu Ping'an did not insist on following.
Zhu's father went away for a while and then came back with a total of five rabbit skins, each of which cost twelve cents, for a total of sixty cents.
Seeing his father put all the money into the basket, Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up and he said happily, "It's a lot of money. If I give it back to my mother, my mother will be very happy."
"No, we can only keep twenty-four cents of this money, and the rest will be given to grandma." Zhu's father touched Zhu Ping'an's head in a funny way and explained.
Oh, I remembered it.
The Zhu family's family rules stipulate that all income earned during the day when farm work should be done must be returned to the public. As for private income at night or other times when farm work is not required, 80% of the income earned privately must also be handed over.
In ancient times, private property was not allowed without dividing the family.
We usually go up the mountain during the day when we are doing farm work, so all the income from going up the mountain must go to the public account; for bamboo weaving, because most of it is done by the father at night, 80% of the income must be handed over.
All the money from the sale of the rabbit skins must be handed over to Grandma for confiscation. In addition to all the rabbit skins, all the fifty cash earned from the delicacies and game must also be handed over.
Of course, my father also had to hand over 80% of the money he paid for selling bamboo weaving. This time, my father’s bamboo weaving was sold for 120 fen, so if he handed it over, he would have to hand over almost 100 fen.
In other words, everything this time was the result of father's hard work, but this time he had to hand over a total of almost 200 fen. If it were not for his own honeysuckle, my father would only be left with about 20 fen this time.
As far as Zhu Ping'an knows, the uncle's family never seems to have paid a penny to the family. Instead, they often withdraw money from the family account. The uncle's poems, books and ink are also money from going out to meet friends. The third uncle's family does pay, but they also
Very few; the fourth uncle's family, forget it, the fourth uncle and the little fourth aunt are also trying to take advantage of the accounts.
Although they contributed a lot of money, my grandparents often favored the uncle and fourth uncle's family.
Whenever something happened at home, my grandmother would often ask my father to pay, and my father would always pay the money. For this reason, my mother, Chen, and my father were angry many times.
You should be filial, but you also have to take care of your family. My eldest brother will get married in a few years, so I have to save money for him to marry a wife. My grandparents have always favored my eldest brother in the imperial examination, and I'm afraid they won't be able to get much money out of it. Besides, what if there is something wrong with the family?
Whatever changes happen, you have to be prepared.
Therefore, it is necessary to brainwash with my father.
"Why give it to grandma?" Zhu Pingan asked, raising his head.
"Because we have to eat, we eat from home." Zhu's father explained.
Pout.
"The honeysuckle was promised to me by my grandmother, so I want to keep the money, and the silver nuggets were given to me by others." Zhu Pingan acted like a scoundrel.
Zhu's father thought for a moment and said, "Well, it's true. When they came back from the mountain, the whole family laughed at the flowers that Swinger picked. Mother did say that the honeysuckle would return to Swinger."
"Yeah, okay." Father Zhu nodded.
"Dad, I used to sell bamboo weaving in the town. How much could I sell at one time? How much would I pay to my grandmother?" Zhu Ping'an saw that Zhu's father agreed and felt that Zhu's father could still be saved, so he asked casually.
Zhu's father answered while packing his belongings, "I used to be able to sell it for sixty or seventy cents each time, so I give the family about fifty cents."
"Then if we sell bamboo weaving this time, we will give ten more coins to my grandmother and sixty coins to my grandmother." Zhu Ping'an looked like a filial and good boy.
In this way, in addition to the money from honeysuckle, I can leave 60 Wen.
"Ah?" Zhu's father was stunned for a moment and said with a smile, "That's not the case. This time we sold more bamboo weavings."
"Yes, Brother She, you are still young and don't know how to count." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan also said.
This method didn't work, so Zhu Pingan had to find another way.
"My eldest aunt and my fourth aunt both have silver hairpins. My mother has been coveting them for a long time, but she just hasn't saved enough money." Zhu Pingan's eyes seemed to show his mother Chen's envy of his eldest aunt and his fourth aunt, which was quite contagious.
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Father Zhu also thought about Mrs. Chen at home. He had paid a lot for this family and it was time to save some money to make his wife happy. Besides, this time the money the bamboo weaving handed over to the family was ten cents more than before, right?
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In the end, Zhu's father also nodded in agreement. He carefully divided the money into two parts and put the money that was handed over to his family aside. The other part, which included the money from honeysuckle, was carefully wrapped and placed in Zhu Pingan's small backpack, and he ate the leftovers with the cow.
covered with green grass.
Before returning home from the town, Zhu's father bought some oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea at bargain prices at the market, as well as some other daily necessities.
Zhu Pingan also bought two meat buns, wrapped them in paper and carefully placed them under the backpack to cover them.
Father Zhu thought the child was greedy and asked.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Ping'an replied, "The meat buns I had in the morning were delicious. I want to take them back to my mother to try."
This made Father Zhu's face feel a little hot. His younger son even remembered to bring something for Mrs. Chen, but he didn't even think of taking the initiative to buy something for Mrs. Chen.
Fortunately, it's not too late to make amends. Because Zhu's father doesn't have much money, he can't buy some jewelry or other things to please Chen. However, it is still better to buy some cloth and let Chen make two new sets of clothes for himself.
Yes. Thinking about Mrs. Chen's charming appearance in her new clothes, Father Zhu grinned.
There was a cloth shop not far from the stall. Zhu's father led his two sons into the cloth shop. The shop floor area was much larger than that of the medicine hall. As soon as he entered the door, he was dazzled by the colorful cloth inside.
"Your Majesty, you are here to buy cloth, please."
The store clerk was also very transparent and did not guide Zhu's father and the others to the silk weaving area, but directly guided Zhu's father and the others to the moderately priced cotton area.
"These are authentic Songhu cotton fabrics, purchased directly from Songjiang Prefecture. They are exquisite, strong and beautiful. They are popular whether they are used to make clothes or bedding, and the price is also affordable." The store clerk is very articulate.
, the ability to observe words and colors is also very strong, as if he can see into Zhu's father's mind, and finally emphasized that the price is affordable.
Songjiang Prefecture's clothes were spread all over the world, and Huang Daopo made great contributions to Jiuzhou. Sure enough, I didn't expect that Songjiang cotton cloth had spread to the towns at the foot of the mountain.
"How much does this kind of cloth cost?" Father Zhu asked, pointing to a piece of cotton with a peach blossom white background.
"It costs 120 bucks a piece." The store clerk replied, "This piece of cloth can be used to make 8 tops and 12 culottes. It is very cost-effective."
In the Ming Dynasty, one piece of cloth was equal to four feet, and one foot was equal to ten feet. If converted into modern units, one foot was 0.31 meters, which means that one piece of cloth was about twelve meters.