Man Bao was a little curious about paying grain taxes, so when Zhou Lang came to eat the remaining steamed buns, she followed him to join in the fun.
The people queuing up here were all grown men, not to mention children like Man Bao, not even half-grown men like Liu Lang, so the people around them looked at them curiously.
Man Bao quickly got in and saw the officer holding a measuring device to measure the rice. He looked at the household registration he handed over and the note in the book, and sang: "Zhou Hu and Cheng Ding need to pay grain."
Four stones, four feet of silk, and four ounces of cotton."
Zhou Hu immediately carried the load forward. What was strange was that the officer did not weigh the weight, but used buckets to measure it. Ten buckets equaled one stone, and four stones equaled forty buckets. Man Bao felt that this was very troublesome. Just as he was about to speak, he
Seeing the messenger using a bucket to measure out a full bucket from Zhou Hu's bag, and even tipping it, he directly raised it high and threw it into the bucket cart nearby. After confirming that there was no mixture in the grain, he sang: "One bucket!"
After measuring another dou, he still found the top and then dropped it, "Two dou..."
Manbao was stunned. She looked thoughtfully at the officer measuring the food, but the people around her were already surprised.
After Zhou Hu finished his work, he went to the village chief's house. Their family had a large number of adults, four of them, so they had to pay eight shi of grain.
Man Bao squatted aside and watched intently. The police officer looked at her several times and saw that the child was not causing trouble, so he did not chase her away.
As soon as the village chief's house was finished, it was the Zhou family's turn. Zhou Dalang quickly handed over the household registration and the slip. The law of this dynasty stipulates that a man is a male when he is eighteen years old. Zhou Dalang is very lucky. He still has two
Yue is only eighteen years old, so she is not considered a teenager yet.
There are four adults in the Zhou family, and they also need eight shi of food.
The officers were also merciless with the Zhou family's food. After filling a full bucket, they dropped it and sang loudly. The recorder next to them would write down a sum. When sixteen characters were recorded, the tax was paid.
Man Bao looked on, looking at the gradually decreasing amount of grain. She finally understood why her father ended up adding so much more when weighing the grain last night.
At the end of the measurement, only a thin layer was left in the Zhou family's last bag of grain. Zhou Dalang took the sign and went aside to exchange the receipts, while Zhou Dalang put the bag of grain and the remaining grain on the cart.
Step aside and wait.
After taking the receipt, Zhou Dalang went to hold Manbao's hand.
There were all men here. Zhou Xi couldn't follow them to take a look, so she stayed behind. When they came out, she immediately went up to them and asked with a smile: "How are you? Have you finished paying?"
"It's done. It went very smoothly."
Zhou Xi glanced at the remaining grain in the grain bag, lowered his voice and said, "Why did you get so much grain this year?"
Zhou Dalang also sighed and shook his head: "Fortunately, we didn't increase the amount. I heard that the county next door added an inch of wood to the bucket last year."
Zhou Xi couldn't help but spat: "It's really wicked."
Man Bao stood aside and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, are they embezzling?"
Zhou Dalang was so frightened that he covered her mouth, looked around nervously and then said: "Little ancestor, I won't say anything like this until I get home, but I don't dare to say it on the street."
Man Bao couldn't help but snorted twice, turned around and ran to find Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother, and discussed with them: "Fifth Brother, let's sell more sugar to Second Sister Fu. Fourth Brother, remember to go when you come to the county to sell ginger."
Go to the back door of Fu's house and ask for a higher price, you're welcome."
Then he said: "What about the bookkeeper's house and the county captain's house? Go hang out at the back door of their house more often."
Zhou Lang saw that she was angry, touched her forehead and asked, "Why did they offend you?"
"Humph, they are not good officials, we have to make money from them."
Zhou Lang is now very interested in making money. Hearing this, he became happy and nodded: "No problem, if you don't tell me, fourth brother will also go around. There are only a few people in this county who can afford tea."
Although Zhou Lang came to the county less often than Wu Lang, he had many friends, otherwise he would not have gone to the casino in the first place.
Their family grows a lot of ginger. In addition to selling it to Jishitang and grocery stores for a cheaper price, the price of retail sales is a bit higher. He also prefers to sell it himself.
Forty cents per pound is the cheapest, forty-five cents, fifty cents, you can set the price according to the market, and now the ginger is tender, it has a unique flavor, although Zhou Lang really doesn't understand, drink that spicy ginger soup
What kind of flavor does it have, but Man Bao said so, and he felt that maybe the minds of scholars are different from theirs.
So Zhou Lang was not afraid at all and hawked along the street with Jiang on his back. He was brave and thick-skinned. Wu Lang wanted to bid forty-five cents, but he immediately offered fifty cents and even blew his ginger.
All the hype was based on the effects Man Bao told him.
Ginger is planted at the foot of the mountain, and is poured with sweet mountain spring water every day. It uses the best farmyard manure. That Kuaishan land has outstanding people and is a good Feng Shui treasure land. The ginger grown there is also very effective.
, also very delicious.
Then, because my sister (aunt) is so kind, I will give you two cents cheaper per pound, what, five cents cheaper?
That’s too much, maybe Sanwen, it’s not easy for us medicinal farmers to grow some ginger...
Yes, Zhou Lang has become a self-proclaimed medicine farmer.
The ginger was sold at a price of forty-seven cents per pound. Zhou Lang also took the opportunity to promote the yam that was about to mature. After boasting about its curative effect and taste, he made an appointment with everyone to bring some for them to taste if it matured.
Try something new.
Wu Lang watched the whole process with wide eyes. He felt that he was already good enough, after all, he had been in business for a year, but he didn't expect that the fourth brother was better than him and got started so quickly.
Zhou Lang is not only good at selling things, he is also very good at keeping money.
He looked around, and when no one was paying attention, he took out the two cents he had just received and put it into another small pocket. Then with a smile, he took Lao Wu to the next door to sell.
Wu Lang blinked, pretending not to see it, and followed obediently.
Zhou Lang is a very thief. He chooses to sell in wealthy areas or places where county officials live. People in these places are more willing to spend money to buy things. What he sells is what is needed in daily life, and the ginger is very fresh. He is willing to sell it.
There are quite a few people buying it.
He didn't even go to the market, he just sold out all the ginger in these two areas, then waved his hands and went shopping.
Wu Lang said: "Fourth brother, let's go home."
"What home are you going to? It's still early. Let's go shopping for a while and then go back."
"Mom said that if I lie, she will break my legs when I get home, so Fourth Brother, I will not lie for you."
Zhou Lang stiffened, slumped his shoulders and said, "Okay, go back, mother, it's true that we are so old and still manage her so strictly."
Wu Lang felt that he should not be included in "us", "When I came to the county town before, my mother would never tell me this. It is you who I am worried about."