A few days later, several more customers came to buy grapes from Meiluo. I weighed three pounds and he weighed five pounds, and the basket of grapes was quickly sold out.
Jiang Quan has raised the price to forty cents per catty. Occasionally, someone buys a lot and sells it at a very high price.
Grapes can’t be left for long, and there are a lot of them at home that haven’t been picked yet, so we have to sell them all quickly.
Two servants in soap clothes came again later, weighing ten pounds each and taking them away.
By the time it arrived, all three baskets of grapes had been sold out.
But many people came to ask, and most of them came here after tasting the grapes they bought.
"It's all sold out. Come back next month."
While Jiang Quan was explaining to the guests, he quietly asked his little cousin: "Can you please bring the basket where the carriage is?"
Ying Bao glared at him: "Don't move while the carriage is there, that one belongs to the Ming Dynasty."
Jiang Quan curled his lips and saw that the guests were leaving with regret, so he started to clean up the door panels.
After locking the shop, Jiang Quan and his eldest brother took their younger cousins back to Plum Blossom Alley.
Plum Blossom Alley is not far from the shop, and there are several snack shops at the entrance of the alley.
For example, Grandma Jiang’s mixed vegetable dumplings, Yang Da’s soup, Fatty Zhou’s pepper mutton skewers, and a very popular mutton bun shop.
The brothers and sisters just ate all the way there, and their bellies were full before they even reached home.
Jiang Quan bought ten more mutton buns and brought them to his third uncle.
When I got home, I saw the carriage parked in the yard, the horses grazing slowly in the corner, and the carpenter who was working at home had also gone back to work.
Jiang Sanlang came back and tidied the outside of the house, and the little girl's room was also cleaned. The bed and furniture were neat and tidy, and they were all newly made.
There is already smoke coming from the stove in the kitchen. Jiang Cheng has not been cooking there recently.
"Uncle Third, we ate outside, the one you brought was for me." Jiang Quan handed the mutton bun wrapped in lotus leaves to Jiang Sanlang.
Jiang Sanlang took it and walked to the table on the east side of the corridor to open the lotus leaves.
"How are the sales of grapes?" he asked while eating steamed buns.
Jiang Quan smiled proudly: "All sold out."
Jiang Sanlang was surprised: "All three baskets were sold?"
"No." Jiang Quan put the heavy robe on the table, "It's all there."
They just bought a lot of delicious food outside, and they didn't use the money there.
Jiang Sanlang smiled and said, "Let's divide the money between us brothers and sisters."
Jiang Quan cheered, picked up the bag and ran to the house to count the money.
That time, three baskets of grapes were sold for a total of more than 5,000 renminbi. After excluding the cost of several bamboo baskets, there was still 5,600 renminbi left.
Jiang Quan divided the money into three parts. He and his younger cousin, his eldest brother, each received 1,800 fen. Yu Dong gave a fraction of 200 fen to Jiang Jie.
After dividing the money, it was getting dark. After washing up, they went back to their rooms to rest.
The next day, Jiang Sanlang sent his daughter and young son to the gate of the county government office.
The gatekeepers of Mingyue were not Jin Wu and Cheng San, but two unknown government officials.
Although the two people were impatient, they still went in to inform them.
That time, a middle-aged grandma came out. She was stunned when she saw Ying Bao, and then she smiled and said, "You must be a young lady from the Jiang family."
Ying Bao nodded: "I made a promise to Grandpa Wu that when his grapes are ripe, I will give him some to try. If so, he will bring some over."
Mammy: "Then let him come. It's a coincidence that I'll come tomorrow. If I don't come at noon, Alang won't be free."
Then he said to Jiang Sanlang: "Let me move the things in."
Jiang Sanlang was speechless and moved the grape basket inside.
Yingbao pulled her younger brother behind her father and walked into the outer courtyard with the nanny.
He still met guests at the wisteria trellis in the yard, but that time an elderly couple walked by the trellis.
Mammy said: "His Alang and his wife are enjoying the cool weather. My two little babies should go to see the gift quickly."
Ying Bao recognized Mr. Wu, and the old woman next to him should be his wife.
"Hello, Grandpa Wu, hello Granny Wu." Ying Bao greeted the two of them politely, and Jiang Jie beside her also followed suit.
"Okay. How about my brother? Come here and let him see."
Mr. Wu was very happy and introduced to his wife: "The child's name is Jiang Yingbao. He should be her brother."
Mrs. Wu is about sixty years old, with red hair and a haggard complexion. She looks much older than her grandma.
Yingbao led her younger brother to Mrs. Wu and Mr. Wu and said sharply: "Grandma Wu, Grandpa Wu, his brother's name is Jiang Jie."
Mrs. Wu smiled: "I am Ying Bao. I am really a smart child."
Turning his eyes to look at Jiang Jie, he stretched out his legs and pulled him over to take a look. Seeing that the child was red, tender and tender, he felt very happy and asked softly: "How old is he?"
Jiang Jie: "Mother-in-law, he is almost five years old."
"Hey, he's almost five years old." Old Mrs. Wu smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed. She wanted to take the child into her arms, but she was afraid of offending him, so she asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Jiang Jie nodded: "Have eaten, the mutton wontons that dad brought us to eat."
Mrs. Wu was eager to say something, so Mr. Wu asked: "Jiang Jie, can you recite a thousand-character essay for me to listen to?"
Jiang Jie was stunned for a moment, but thinking of his sister's explanation, he immediately nodded: "Okay."
Then he began to recite the Thousand-Character Essay seriously.
Mr. Wu did not interrupt him until the recitation was over.
Ying Bao secretly observed Mr. Wu and was relieved when she saw him stroking his beard and nodding.
After Jiang Jie finished reciting a thousand-character essay, he looked eagerly at his sister and silently asked her when she would take him away.
I heard Mr. Wu say again: "Jiang Jie, since I can recite, can I write silently?"
Jiang Jie nodded: "Yes!"
Their teacher’s favorite thing is to ask students to write the text silently. If they can’t write silently, they will kick their legs. He is afraid of being slapped and will never be the first to finish silently.
Mr. Wu asked someone to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and told the little baby to move its legs on its own.
Jiang Jie walked over, unfolded the paper, poured water into the inkstone, took an ink stick and ground it carefully.
When the ink is almost full, I dip my pen into the ink and start writing silently.
He wrote very seriously, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Mr. Wu walked over and watched beside him with his legs crossed.
The handwriting is neat, the brushwork is exquisite, the writing is free and elegant, the writing style is euphemistic and implicit, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Is it really rare for that child to have such sharp writing skills at such a young age?
Mr. Wu suddenly felt a pity for him and couldn't help but take another look at the boy in front of him.
At only four years old, he has a tall and straight body, a solemn face, and a very rigorous posture when holding a pen.
Even though he was standing next to him, he seemed not to notice anything and was concentrating on writing silently.
From that point of view, he should be an extremely self-disciplined child.
It is rare for a farm boy to have such character and talent.
Seeing that Jiang Jie had already written down more than ten pieces of paper, Granny Wu glared at her husband.
Mr. Wu then patted his little shoulder: "Okay, have a rest."
Jiang Jie silently finished the last sentence, then put down his pen, raised his head and asked: "Grandpa Wu, can he go back with his sister?"
His legs were sore and if he didn't go back, he was afraid that he would shed tears.
