A few days later, the weather suddenly became muggy and then started to rain lightly from the east.
The rain got heavier and heavier and lasted for three days before stopping.
Most families in the village have dried the golden fungus and snow fungus at home, packed them in cloth bags, and stored them in buckets.
It was already November, and the villagers beat the gong to notify each village that each household should send one man to work as a laborer.
It is estimated that it will take about a month for the laborers to repair the city walls and clean the rivers flowing through the county.
Jiang Sanlang organized a meeting for each household in Nanpo and said to the villagers: "Manager Zhou will come over to collect the mushrooms in those days. We will prepare the golden fungus for sale and weigh it well. We will not mix the moldy ones."
Stay inside so that there will be no conflict between the two sides."
When the golden ears were being sold back, several companies mixed them with moldy and black ones. It turned out that Zhou Mao found out, which made both parties unhappy.
Without his own mediation, Zhou Mao would not have planned to purchase the mushrooms from those companies.
Chen Yin said: "Third brother, I can rest assured that our golden ears have all been selected, and there is absolutely no bad one among them."
Chen Zhu also said: "There is no problem with his family."
The other villagers assured that that would not happen that time.
After talking about golden ears, Jiang Sanlang talked about cotton seeds and cotton.
"We keep enough cotton and cotton seeds for our own use and sell some to the county government. Then Sun Lizheng will come to our village to weigh and purchase."
Next year, their East Village became the focus of the county magistrate's attention. When picking cotton, the Ming government sent his confidant Mr. Liao to inspect the area and made an appointment for 20,000 kilograms of cotton seeds and cotton.
Those cotton seeds and cotton were sent to Fucheng, and then Fucheng was handed over to the Ministry of Household Affairs, so the quantity must be indispensable.
"Bu Nao has 20,000 kilograms of cotton seeds, and each family in our village can only provide a few hundred kilograms."
"No, don't worry, Sanlang. I don't need to say anything about that and nothing will go wrong."
"His cotton seeds and cotton have been reserved and are ready to be sold to the county government for 800 kilograms."
"Wrong, wrong! The same goes for our family." The villagers expressed their opinions one after another.
The supply of cotton seeds next year is not as tight as last year, and every household has planted more than 20 acres.
Jiang Sanlang and his two brothers planted more. They each planted forty acres of land on the south slope, and the cotton they harvested from the east could fill several houses.
Fortunately, Yingbao gave the pattern of the cotton gin, and Jiang Sanlang went to the town to ask a carpenter with excellent leg skills to make it, which was quick and convenient to use.
Jiang Sanlang did not hide his secrets and shared the cotton gin with other villagers, freeing them from the tedious work of leg workers pulling out cotton seeds.
So that time Jiang Sanlang begged them to sell some of their cotton seeds and cotton to the county government, and the villagers agreed without hesitation.
After all, the price offered by the county government is not as high as that offered by outside merchants. If the villagers sell an extra pound, they will lose one pound of money.
After explaining the matter of cottonseeds and cotton, Jiang Sanlang began to register each household's list of laborers, and then handed the list of laborers to Sun Lizheng, who reported it to the county government.
The next day, Jiang Sanlang picked up tools and led a group of villagers towards the county town.
Chuanhe Town is more than 100 miles away from the county seat. It takes them two days to get there on foot.
Although Ying Bao felt sorry for her father, she had no choice but to give him some pills and two bottles of strengthening potion for him to drink when he was tired.
The day after the villagers started working, Zhou Mao came to Dongchen Village with two carriages.
As usual, I first went to Jiang Sanlang's house and walked in the main room to chat with Old Man Jiang.
When I saw the exquisite golden ear brought out by the Jiang family, I was a little surprised: "Why is it only twenty pounds?"
Old Man Jiang touched his beard and said with a smile: "Isn't it more than twenty pounds every time?"
"But he clearly heard from us that the number planted that time was more than usual." Zhou Mao stared at Old Man Jiang suspiciously: "Could it be that we sold it to others again?"
Old Man Jiang coughed in embarrassment: "To be honest, Xiao Guanren of the Xiao family in Fucheng Dingdong ten jins, and Mr. Li from the town also bought ten jins. His family only gave out so much in total, and I left all of Yu Dong's.
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"Guan Xiao from Fucheng?" Zhou Mao frowned.
Could it be that all the prefectural capitals were training people from the Xiao family to observe?
Is that an existence that cannot be messed with?
Zhou Mao said nothing more and weighed the golden ear.
At that time, villagers sent golden fungus and snow fungus one after another.
Zhou Mao asked two clerks to check the quality of the goods, while he asked someone to carry the loom eastward with the carriage on it.
"The loom I ordered is the latest model brought from Wuzhou."
Zhou Mao pointed to the loom and asked, "Where is the loom? He asked someone to assemble it for us."
When Chun Niang heard this, she was so happy that she even asked someone to put the loom in a bright and bright side room, "Just put it there, I'm sorry to bother you two."
It's a bit reluctant to place two looms in that room, but they can be placed easily and will not be affected when in use.
Zhou Mao not only brought two looms that time, but also hired a master to teach Chun Niang how to arrange threads for weaving.
After assembling it, Chun Niang immediately took the spun yarn and put it on the loom, and started to weave tentatively.
It's really easy to use, and the width of the fabric is much wider than my own.
"How much does the two looms cost in total?" Chun Niang asked.
Zhou Mao: "Including our consignment fee, the two looms total two hundred and thirty taels."
"Ah?" So expensive?
Chun Niang turned her attention to the little girl and asked for advice.
Ying Bao nodded at her.
There are definitely not that many in Wuyue, but they traveled thousands of miles to bring the things intact, and it is definitely worth the price.
Moreover, there were no such looms locally. What Zhou Mao brought was not only two looms, but also the latest technology.
Just ask me to sell the drawings of that kind of loom, maybe I can make more than two hundred taels back.
When Chun Niang saw her little girl nodding, she no longer hesitated, took the silver and gave it to Zhou Mao.
Fortunately, I had the money given by Mr. Li and Mr. Xiao to buy golden ears, otherwise Chun Niang would not have had enough money to pay the bill.
Suddenly, there was a fierce quarrel outside.
Han Miaoniang was seen holding a basket on her back and shouting angrily: "We bully people! Why should we accept theirs but not others?"
The boy said: "My golden ears are all moldy, so of course we won't accept them."
"Mold? Where is the mold?" Han Miaoniang shouted loudly: "We don't want to bully others too much!"
The boy was also angry. He pointed at the golden ears in her basket and said, "I thought we wouldn't be able to see the mold if we wiped it off? No one is a fool. The color of the golden ears has changed. I wonder where the mold is.
The whole thing is moldy, it’s very slimy, who wants that thing!”
As soon as Han Miaoniang walked towards the scale, she patted her thighs and started crying: "Oh! We city dwellers are bullying others. We want to eat some mushrooms and eat them. Let's see if they are easy to bully."
God, he’s not alive anymore...”
The boy's face turned red with anger, and he was begging to push Han Miaoniang away and take back the scale beam, when he saw Manager Zhou coming over and said, "That's it, I won't accept it anymore, let's go."
Anyway, the high-quality gold ear has been weighed, so I don’t ask for Yu Dong’s again, and it doesn’t matter whether I accept it or not.
The boy was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what he had done and quickly loaded the truck that had already been weighed and prepared to leave.
The villagers at the back of the queue quit and blamed Han Miaoniang.
Two women came directly to pull her up and said sarcastically: "He said, Mr. Han, who is to blame for the mold in my house? Don't stand in the way and delay our business. Please go home to my man."
