Xiao Qian went up to us, took his parents in, and said with a smile: "They will be taken to the county town to sell them tomorrow."
Uncle Qian was stunned and said suspiciously: "Can this thing be sold? Aren't they available everywhere outside?"
"Erlang took it from him. He said it could be done, and Man Bao also said it was ok, so it should be ok." Xiao Qian said with a smile: "They are more familiar with things like business at home."
"Erlang is smarter," Uncle Qian glanced at the wormwood piled in the yard, but didn't take it seriously. He asked his daughter with a smile, "Where is your father-in-law?"
"I went to see the wheat. My mother is in the henhouse at the back. I'll call her back."
Uncle Qian was looking around for Zhou Lang, and found that there was a pile of mugwort in the small courtyard. He was sorting it with Zhou Lang and others, and he immediately stepped forward with a smile.
When the brothers saw Third Uncle, they immediately moved their buttocks to make room for him, "Third Uncle, why are you here so early? Fifth, sixth, hurry up and greet the uncles."
When Wu Lang and Liu Lang heard this, they dropped the mugwort and ran away. They didn't like doing this work yet.
Qian Sanjiu asked Zhou Erlang, "How can I sell this thing? Can it really be sold?"
Zhou Erlang smiled and said: "I have never sold it, but I guess it should be possible. There is not much mugwort in the city, but with so many people in the city, not everyone is willing to go out of the city to cut it."
Zhou Zhoulang finished his plan and said: "I will divide the mugwort into small handfuls, and each handful costs two cents. If you want, just pay and choose one. It won't be a loss if you don't want me. Anyway, it will take some effort."
Zhou Lang nodded in agreement. Different from before, in the past few years, his family has begun to be involved in various businesses, and his concept is also different from before. "It's not busy farming now. I am idle anyway. Let's give it a try."
Uncle Qian felt that what they said made sense, so he rolled up his sleeves and helped them tie wormwood.
Zhou Lang went to the woodshed and pulled two handfuls of straw. These were left over from last year. A handful of mugwort was tied with two straws and placed aside. He would then put them in the shade and put them away tomorrow.
Just take it away in the car. This kind of business is easy and not difficult. How great.
Yes, Lao Zhoutou agreed that they would go out with the bullock cart tomorrow, mainly because there were many people going, including a lot of wives and children.
Of course, the more important thing is that Lao Zhoutou really wants to enjoy the feeling of driving an ox cart to the market.
As soon as the sun reached the sky, Lao Zhou came back from the fields wearing a straw hat and carrying a hoe.
Uncle Qian asked him, "Are you looking at the wheat?"
"Well, there are two fields that are a little late in earing. Let me take a look." Lao Zhoutou said: "I was just thinking that if my sisters-in-law come today, I have to ask my sister-in-law to help spread the word about the grain at your home.
Is there enough to eat now?”
Uncle Qian coughed and said, "We are short of some. The main reason is that we only planted a little over five acres last year. As soon as the wheat was harvested, our family ran out of food, so we dried the wheat and ground it early. Now we still have some left."
They were all rubbed out from the back, and there were about three bags.”
Lao Zhoutou said: "That's enough to eat. The summer grain will come out soon."
Uncle Qian said helplessly: "Originally it was enough, but when I went back yesterday, I remembered that my uncle had made an agreement with me some time ago, and he wanted to borrow two bags of winter wheat from me this year.
He has only planted two acres, and he has been borrowing grain from others since February. Now he has to pay it back as soon as the wheat is harvested, and there is not enough at home."
Lao Zhoutou couldn't help but mutter, "They have a lot of family members, so why do they only plant two acres?"
What can Uncle Qian do?
He sighed: "Last year, his family was really unlucky. The river washed away the river bank. His large wheat field and rice field were all flooded. Not a single grain of wheat could be harvested, let alone that it had not been filled with grout at that time.
The rice was harvested, and it didn’t last long even after borrowing grain. The children at home were not sensible and ate some wheat seeds secretly..."
In order to maintain soil fertility and there is enough land, they seldom plant winter wheat. Their family is not sure about the harvest of winter wheat, so after saving enough spring wheat seeds, the remaining seeds are enough to plant two acres.
That's all.
The more ordinary wheat seeds are not like their new wheat seeds. One acre only yields two sacks of wheat, and they are still the smaller sacks that their farmers are used to.
Uncle Qian said: "His two little grandsons are only three or two years old. We can't watch our children starve to death."
Lao Zhoutou asked: "What about the second brother and the third brother?"
"They are doing better. They have enough food at home."
Because of limited manpower, they wanted to pick more wheat, but didn't they get it?
So what was left was barely enough to eat, but it was impossible to lend money to Uncle Yue's family.
Uncle Qian also had other ideas. He wanted to keep the existing wheat at home and lend it as wheat seeds to relatives so that they could try to grow new wheat seeds.
At least next year's harvest will be better, right?
Lao Zhoutou didn't have any objections and said: "Mr. Bai's family used to exchange wheat with people in our village for wheat seeds. There are still nine bags left at home. I plan to buy three bags, which will be enough for the family to eat summer grain. If you want it too,
, I’ll buy more later.”
"How much does it cost per bucket?"
"Thirty Wen."
Uncle Qian nodded, "It's much cheaper than the one in the county town. My uncle said that the wheat in the county grain store is 40 cents per dou, but the grain dealer only accepts 28 cents a dou when he goes to the village to buy it.
?”
"What?" Lao Zhoutou couldn't help shouting.
Uncle Qian laughed and said, "Okay, we can't buy it either. Those grain merchants came to our village to collect grain, but they didn't confiscate even a pound. Nowadays, every family is in trouble, and there are relatives outside the house. If there is extra grain, we borrow it first."
How many people are willing to sell grain to relatives who need to survive?"
There are occasionally such a few in other villages, but they don't dare to buy them, for fear of having disputes in the future.
Lao Zhou touched the cigarette pole and did not dare to smoke in front of his uncle, "Then are you borrowing money or food? If you are borrowing food, your family is not short of food now, so it will not be a loss."
"Let's just lose some money. It's also a blessing to suffer some losses." On this point, Uncle Qian and Mrs. Qian had the same idea. He smiled and said, "We are all relatives. How can two families pay for such a small amount of food?"
Are you still making trouble?"
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, her children are older, and the Yue family helped him a lot in the early years. Moreover, he had promised to borrow food before, so how could he exchange it for a loan midway?
Uncle Qian said: "You can buy three bags for me, and I'll ask Dalang and the others to come over and pick them back tomorrow."
"No need," Lao Zhoutou said, "Hunter, let Da Lang pull you over directly in an oxcart."
Lao Zhoutou didn't expect that his uncle would buy so much as three bags. You know he still has wheat at home. Do you plan to buy two bags and lend them to your in-laws, and exchange them for another bag of wheat seeds to share with relatives?
Lao Zhou was speechless and thought to himself: Fortunately, his wife listened to her words, otherwise if this family had failed like his uncle, they would definitely have no money.
Uncle Qian suddenly asked about the cows, "I heard that your cows are on credit?"
"Yes, I got three taels of silver on credit."
"You can buy a cow for three taels, which is good, and I got it on credit. Unfortunately, Li Zheng came to our village at that time and said that my family didn't have much money for food. If I had known that winter wheat could be sold as wheat seed, I would have bought one on credit.
I don’t know if the county government still has cattle credit.”
Old Zhoutou:......
Uncle Qian felt sorry for himself. He had to see how much it would cost to buy three bags of wheat. In fact, he also wanted to buy a cow, which would make the work much faster.