Fortunately, there was no one in the store at the moment. They were sitting in the corner and no one could see them.
Uncle Fan sat down slowly.
He could see clearly just now that Mi Baoer was not even close to her!
He stretched out his hand, touched them one by one, took a long breath, and whispered: "This, this..."
He rarely stuttered, and it took him a long time to find his tongue: "Don't tell anyone else about this! You can't be too careful!"
"I know," Tang Youxiang said, "I've told my father and brother so many times, but no one outside knows."
Uncle Fan nodded and said in a low voice: "I have to think hard about how to handle this matter."
Tang Youxiang leaned closer and said in a very low voice: "Brother, we are not doing it to show off or make money. We just want to live a peaceful life for two days, so we just came here quietly."
The fat dumpling put his hands on the table, crawled forward a few steps, put his little head on his uncle's head, and whispered: "Uncle."
Uncle Fan said: "Huh?"
Mibao said in a low voice: "Uncle, don't listen to daddy, listen to Mibao. Mibao wants his uncle to run around and do it again, and he also wants his parents and uncle to make a lot of money.
The clean meat is cooked on fire, and you can have whatever you want. There is food in Mibao, there is a lot of it, uncle, don't worry, it's all for uncle."
Uncle Fan was a rough guy. He was so coaxed by this fat dumpling that he couldn't help but hug the little head and take a few bites: "Mi Bao'er is such a good baby."
Fatty Tuanzi nodded and told him again: "Don't forget to call your second uncle. Second uncle also wants to do it right."
Uncle Fan nodded: "Uncle understands."
He frowned and thought carefully for a while, and then discussed it with Tang Youxiang in a low voice.
Tang Youxiang has a cheerful temperament and is not the kind of person who is far-sighted. However, although the Tang Mingqi brothers are young, they are very thoughtful. They also went out twice when they were young. They have some knowledge. The family discussed it for half a night last night, and they really brought it up.
Few opinions.
The two discussed it carefully for a long time and decided on a charter.
The first step is for Fan Weiquan to find a suitable place nearby that is both inspectable and safe, and creates a reasonable place for the food to come from, pretending that it has been stored here for a long time.
Then, take Mibao over, put all the rice you need, and ask the "old brothers" to guard it. Then Mibao won't need to come forward to do the rest. Uncle Fan will contact people to do it.
At that time, Taoyuan Village was just one of the buyers and was inconspicuous, so it slowly spread the seeds to surrounding villages.
It's just that the autumn harvest is around the corner, so this matter has to be arranged within half a month, so the time is running out.
Uncle Fan's idea is that the only seeds are wheat, preferably ones that don't look too good.
In addition, it is best to bring out a batch of very poor grains, as long as they are edible, and sell them to these villages at a low price to earn hard money, which is also a good deed... As for the seeds, ask them to buy them with money.
, I am sure 90% of the people cannot afford it, so they can sign a contract to borrow the seeds, and then pay them back after harvesting them.
Fat Tuanzi clasped his little hands together and huddled at the table, rubbing his hands secretly and eavesdropping.
Dad and uncle obviously didn't regard her as a person, so they spoke very casually. Mibao listened to a few words and used his clever brain to piece together the truth.
It turns out that the uncle's "old brother" was raised by someone to die. Later, when he was doing something, he was seriously injured and was about to die, so he was abandoned by the master. Then he was saved by the uncle and his father who were passing by.
I used to have a lot of money, but I almost spent it all to save them, and they had nowhere to go, so they just stayed here.
Mi Bao suddenly realized something in his heart.
That’s it! No wonder they are so shy and don’t talk much. It turns out they are the legendary cold-faced killers!
She was so distracted that she didn't hear what the two of them said until her uncle called her: "Mi Baoer, don't worry, when spring comes and the grain is harvested, I will make up for what I borrowed now."
Mi Bao was stunned for a moment: "No, there's no need to pay it back. We'll share the money we make together."
"No need to pay it back?" The uncle was stunned: "How can you not pay it back? Do you know how much is needed?"
Mibao really didn’t know: “How much do you need?”
Fan Weiquan said: "To grow wheat, even if you only use 20 kilograms of seeds for one acre of land, it will take 200,000 kilograms of seeds to plant on 10,000 acres of land. Even if you use 100,000 kilograms..." As he said, he took a sip himself
Liangqi: "One hundred thousand catties of grain..."
Mibao didn't care much.
The supplies in her space are vast, and one hundred thousand catties of grain is really not much to her. It seems like a lot just by looking at the number, but in fact one hundred thousand catties is only fifty tons.
What is the concept of fifty tons? Any modern farmer has at least one or two hundred tons of feed in the granary.
In short, there is no need to replenish it at the moment. The main reason is that the speed of time can be controlled in the space. If the time is controlled to stand still, there is no need to worry about it breaking, so there is no need to replace old food with new food or anything like that.
But Fan Weiquan was already frightened by this number, and said seriously: "No, we must make up for it. We can just make hard money, that's a lot."
As he spoke, he thought of something else: "If Mi Bao doesn't want food, he can also ask for silver. Does Mi Bao want silver?"
Mi Bao thought for a moment, looked at Tang Youxiang, and nodded: "That will cost money."
"Okay." Fan Weiquan said, "Then uncle will make money for Mi Bao."
The two discussed it until dinner, and Tang Youxiang had a few hasty bites. Uncle Fan took him to the city gate in a carriage, and waited for more than a quarter of an hour before Shen Linquan and his wife came back.
Behind the carriage came a donkey cart, which was pulling grain. Shen Linquan was driving, and Tang Youxiang was driving the carriage. Shen Zhen and Mi Bao were still sitting in the carriage. As a result, Mi Bao fell asleep without saying a few words.
It was almost Xuzheng (20:00) when we got home. People in the village helped to unload the grain, and they were all familiar with Shen Linquan.
Early the next morning, Shen Linquan came over and gave Tang Youxiang a big bow with a hundred arrows.
Tang Youxiang pulled it, and the power of the bow suited him very well. It was also a good bow, and the arrows were made of good iron. Tang Youxiang liked it quite a lot.
He had interacted with Shen Linquan several times and knew that he had a bad temper, mainly because they had been back and forth, so he was not polite, thanked him a few times and accepted, and then he happily went out to try the bow.
After wandering around for a long time, I didn't even see a bird.
When he came back, Mibao had just finished breakfast. Hearing what his father said, he immediately secretly threw a ball of magic under the small ginkgo tree.
As soon as he finished throwing it away, he saw Tang Youxiang coming out of the room empty-handed. Mi Bao was stunned and quickly asked: "Dad, where are the bows and arrows?"
Tang Youxiang smiled and said: "Put it away, daddy will chop some firewood."
As he said that, he picked up the ax and rope and started to go out. Mibao became anxious and ran after him with his legs. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "Wait! Wait a minute, daddy. Mibao wants daddy to play with Mibao for a while."
Tang Youxiang couldn't resist his daughter's coquettishness, so he immediately turned back and put down his ax: "What do you want to play, my dear?"
Mibao thought for a while: "How about we take out the bows and arrows to dry them again?"
Tang Youxiang smiled and said, "What are you doing with your bow and arrow?"
"It needs to be dried," Mi Bao put his head on his father's legs and walked in: "If you don't dry it, it will go bad. You have to dry it."
Tang Youxiang smiled and took out his bow and arrow. As soon as he came out, he saw the little girl holding her small bench with one hand and struggling to drag another bench with the other hand. Her whole body was tilted. The little girl was so imposing.
But like a strong man, he raised his face and said: "Dad, let's go out and sunbathe."
Tang Youxiang never had a bad temper towards his daughter, so he quickly put the quiver and arrows on his back, hugged his daughter in one hand, held two stools in the other, and asked: "Where are we going?"