Space peasant girl: madly criticizing Xianggong for being weak and bullying

Chapter 25 Can You Sell It For Money?
Ning Dalang's eyes flashed, and he patted Xiaoxiao's head: "If you only think about eating for yourself, my sister won't let you dig so much back."

Xiaoxiao moved closer to her eldest brother, as if she disliked her second brother's IQ: "It's still my elder brother who understands me."

She didn't show off too much, and asked directly: "Second brother, do you think this thing can be sold for money?"

After thinking about it for a while, Ning Erlang's eyes became brighter and brighter: "There is a market in the county town the day after tomorrow, let me try it?"

Xiaoxiao nodded repeatedly, she was busy with this job, and she even stayed up a few nights specially to catch up with time.

The three brothers and sisters discussed about going to the market to sell bamboo shoots. Ning Dalang had a clear mind and quickly listed the things to bring. Then he just nodded and said yes, and when he realized that he was useless, he ran to the house to search for other usable earthen pots and jars.

In the room, the couple who had calmed down had already talked about other topics. Ning Fengnian calculated the accounts in his heart and sighed: "Since the land is credited, why only credit two acres? Excluding the grain to be paid, two hundred catties No, it’s not enough for a family to chew.”

Song also deeply agrees: "I originally planned to get more credit, thinking that we are all hardworking, gritted our teeth and worked hard for a year, and we can live a more fulfilling life. I never thought that when I was about to open my mouth, my daughter robbed me." After talking, Zhang Kou and the village chief made a charter for the two mu of land."

Ning Fengnian laughed and sighed: "That child... is really not in charge of the family and doesn't know how expensive it is, that's all, I will go to the elder brother's house for a walk tomorrow after I am fully recovered."

Seeing that it was the end of March, it would be too late if he didn't plan to cultivate. The next day, Mrs. Song gathered up the little copper money left at home to buy grain seeds, and he was lucky enough to let the old house pay the consultation fee of the head of the family. Otherwise, he wanted to buy two acres of land. The seeds, I am afraid they are also stretched.

Looking at it this way, what the daughter said was right.If it is true that you bought too much land on credit but not enough seeds, then you really can’t even make up the food to pay off the debt. When you talk about it with Ning Fengnian, the latter can only sigh: “If I hadn’t chosen land from Landlord Zhao’s house, If something goes wrong at work, it won't make it so difficult for the family."

Mrs. Song was sewing beside his bed, but she didn't answer when she heard this, but she had some calculations in her heart.

It's all good if nothing happened, but when she was selected at that time, not to mention that the wages could not fall into her own hands. They are still living in the old house with no hope. To be honest, she would rather be like this, a family Neat and tidy, working hard for their own lives.

When the head of the family is completely recovered, the days will be more prosperous.

"It's okay," she said, "Tomorrow, I'll collect all the embroidery work that I have saved these days, and have them take it to the market to sell, and see if I can gather seeds from another acre of land."

Just thinking about it like this, the daughter jumped into the house and pestered her for a long time to act like a baby: "Mom, I want to go to the market tomorrow!"

After all, she is still a child at heart, but of course she is worried about going out with a girl, Xiaoxiao has already prepared for this: "Let the eldest brother and the second brother go with me, I will prepare the breakfast before going out, mother Stay with dad at home, my brothers and I will take your embroidery work to sell, and we will be back in the next afternoon, without any delay."

She blinked her eyes and said in a sly tone: "Let's go to the cloth dealer to sell it ourselves, and we can also save the silver for the middleman. Without the middleman to make the difference, this rounding up is another profit!"

(End of this chapter)