Zhou Lang was stunned and asked: "Where did you get so many ginger seeds?"
He didn't remember leaving so many ginger seeds for her at home.
"I told my sister-in-law that I should give me more than half of the ginger cubes buried under the vegetable garden, and a lot of them were buried in Shanbao's flower garden." I also bought some from the mall, but Manbao would not tell me this.
Anyway, she waved her little hand and said, "That's enough."
Zhou Zuorang nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Just do it as long as you have success in your heart."
He felt that even if God did not reward him this year, if the ginger cubes could be grown, they would still be sold for a lot of money. Zhou Erlang knew how valuable ginger was.
Moreover, one acre of ginger yields a lot of harvest, as can be seen from the 50-60% output of last year's Lao Si's ginger field.
Zhou Hu didn't know how profitable ginger cubes were. The year before last, his family asked Mr. Zhou's family to plant some ginger seeds. After two years of planting, they only had enough for their own consumption.
Especially now that my wife is in poor health, the doctor said that we can use more ginger cubes to boil some brown sugar, so the ginger at home is not enough.
But if you ask Aunt Qian, you can usually get a few yuan home.
Zhou Hu thought for a while and decided to grow some ginger in the vegetable garden when he went back, at least to ensure that his family would have enough.
Zhou Hu was deep in thought, but Zhou Lang jumped up and shouted: "You have planted two acres? Then in autumn and winter, can you sell so much ginger? The price will not be crushing?"
Man Bao said: "Ginger can be used as medicinal materials. Drug stores have been collecting it. I plan to dry it and sell it to the drug store."
After Manbao finished speaking, Keke suddenly appeared and said: "Host, dried ginger is made from old ginger that has grown for two years, not fresh ginger that has grown for one year, so you have to make it into dried ginger, etc.
Not until next fall."
Man Bao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then turned to Zhou Lang and said: "Fourth brother, why don't you stop selling ginger this autumn and let me sell it. Keep your ginger and dig it again next autumn. I just thought
Come on, dried ginger is made from two-year-old ginger."
Zhou Lang opened his mouth wide.
Man Bao said: "Actually, the price of dried ginger is also very high."
Zhou Lang said quietly: "Your nephew is about to be born. Do you plan to let him have no new clothes to wear in the first year?"
Manbao, "..."
Zhou Erlang ignored them. Anyway, the family that grows the most ginger in the county now must be his family, the Zhou family. Regardless of whether it is the fourth brother, the youngest sister or the third brother, they are all members of his own family, and the money they earn goes into their own pockets.
So he wasn't worried at all.
Zhou Hu didn’t quite understand what they were talking about, let alone express his opinion.
Wuwu Lang always stood on Man Bao's side and quietly said to Man Bao: "Tell your parents to support you."
When Zhou Lang heard this, he directly rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat Wu Lang, "Thank you for being so good to you. Last time I touched the bird's egg, I gave you two more. Is this how you treat me?"
Man Bao shouted, "Fifth brother, run!"
The two brothers ran away fighting.
Zhou Hu was extremely envious and said to Zhou Yilang: "It's good to have more brothers. Not only can we help each other, but we can also be more lively on weekdays."
For example, he was the only one in his family, and there was no one to help him when one of his family members collapsed.
Zhou Erlang raised his head and smiled at him, "You think it's lively now, but you don't know how annoying they are when they make trouble."
Anyway, what Lao Zhou's family lacks most is excitement, and what it lacks most is tranquility.
When they arrived at the county seat, Zhou Zuorang was too lazy to let them follow him anymore. He just waved his hand and told them to go about their own business. He was going to set up a stall to sell things.
However, he also warned Man Bao, "If the cow is too expensive, more than four taels, don't buy it."
Zhou Hu also hesitated, "How about we go to the cattle market first to check the market? What if the cattle in the county government are more expensive than those in the cattle market?"
Manbao thought what he said made sense, so he went to the bull market with him.
The cattle market is a not-too-long street, where cattle, horses, donkeys, mules and other larger livestock are sold, well, there are also pigs.
Luojiang County is so big, so there aren't many people selling cattle.
They walked from the street to the end of the street and saw only three cows. One of them was still lying on the ground for an old age and was struggling to eat a handful of young grass from its owner.
Man Bao knelt down to look curiously. The person holding the cow rope only glanced at her clothes and then looked away. He said calmly: "This cow is too old. It was sold to be killed, not to cultivate the land."
"How old is it?"
The owner sighed and said, "It must be fifteen years old. When I bought it, the person who sold it said it was six years old and in its prime. It has been in my house for nine years."
Manbao was speechless.
Then there was a calf standing next to it. The person holding the rope said that it was two years old and could go to the fields to do some light work.
There was also a bullock in its prime, about six years old, but the asking price was also high. Zhou Hu asked, and it cost four or two hundred yuan.
The four of them withdrew from the bull market, and Zhou Hu's confidence was greatly hit. He whispered: "It's too expensive."
Man Bao took them towards a pawn shop and walked to the counter. She stood on tiptoes with only a small head exposed. She asked the clerk inside, "How many copper coins can one tael of silver be exchanged for now?"
The clerk glanced at her, then looked at the three young men behind her, coughed slightly and said: "Look at the quality of the silver, if it is good, it can be exchanged for 1,300 yuan, and if it is worse, it will only be about 1,500 yuan.
"
"What about official silver?"
"That's twelve hundred dollars."
Man Bao nodded, indicating that he understood, waved goodbye to the clerk, turned around and took them into a bank store to ask again. After getting the same answer, he took Zhou Hu to the county government office.
"Let's go check out the county government's cattle first. If they're good, we'll give them credit."
Of course, the county government's cattle are not in the county government office, but in an open hay shed next to the county government office. This was originally an open space, but now a hay shed has been built for the cattle to rest, and for people who come to buy cattle to watch.
There were more than twenty cows standing in the thatched shed. Although the place was small, it was more like a bull market than a bull market.
Man Bao's eyes sparkled, and he took out the household registration from the bag and asked Zhou Lang to sign up to see the cows. Zhou Lang looked at the household registration in his hand, opened his mouth and asked, "Where did you come from?"
Isn’t this thing always held by dad?
"I asked my mother to get it for me!"
"Does the mother know what you are going to do?"
Manbao thought for a while and said, "I didn't tell my mother, but my mother told me that the money at home is enough to pay back the debt."
Zhou Lang was relieved when he heard this, but he still felt a little strange in his heart. He looked at Man Bao up and down and said hesitantly: "Man Bao, you are not really the reincarnation of the fairy under Master Tianzun, are you?"
Ever since his mother recovered from her illness, he always felt that her mother loved Man Bao even more.
Although I loved her before, I would not indulge her like this.
But Wuwu Lang was already convinced. He glanced at him and said, "Of course it is. Didn't Mom say it many times? If Man Bao wasn't the reincarnation of a fairy, how could Master Tianzun cure Mom?"
Zhou Lang thought the same thing. He glanced at the naive fifth brother and was very annoyed. He had never thought of this until now. Yes, if Man Bao was not the reincarnation of a fairy, how could his mother's illness get better overnight?
Now I am healthier than ordinary people, which is simply incredible.