four and a half year old farm family pet

Chapter 267 What woman doesn’t like beautiful women?
This situation lasted for six full days. Before noon on the sixth day, Bao Juhua and Yu's Zou returned carrying poles and sold-out wooden barrels.

"It's so early to come back today, everything is sold out?" Miao put down the mended clothes in her hands and asked with a smile.

"Yes, grandma, aunt and uncle's business is going well, and the people in the village also recognize third aunt's craftsmanship very much."

Yuanbao threw herself into grandma's arms, so tired that she couldn't open her eyes. In the past few days, she had been leaving early and coming home late, following her uncles up the mountain to sell porridge.

In fact, it was an excuse to go to the mountains to look for ginseng dolls, but for some reason, the ginseng dolls have been hiding recently and I can't find them.

Seeing her granddaughter sleepy like this, Mrs. Miao felt extremely distressed, "Look at our little Yuanbao, his eyes are all green. He didn't sleep well. Grandma won't let you go up the mountain tomorrow. You must be at home and sleep well." .”

If a child doesn't get enough sleep, he won't grow taller.

"Mom, just relax, we won't go to the mountain tomorrow." Bao Juhua said with a cheerful smile, "The yams have been dug up almost, and everyone is going back one after another. There is no need to make porridge anymore." If someone buys it, we can sleep in tomorrow, hehe."

"Did you finish digging? It's two or three days earlier than your father and I calculated." Miao and Jin Zhong talked about it when they went to bed last night. They felt that it would take at least four or five more days to finish digging the yam.

Bao Juhua and several sisters-in-law worked together to clean the wooden barrels containing porridge, washed the pots and pans, and returned them to their respective places.

Then he came to Mrs. Miao and pushed four full purses in front of Mrs. Miao, "Mom, these are the money earned from selling porridge. Take it."

According to the rules, the money earned must be handed over to the public house for management. Unless Miao and Jin Zhong speak out, they can stay, otherwise they will be unfilial.

Miao opened several purses and poured out the solid copper coins inside. She was shocked, "So many? Plus what you gave me two days ago, there must be half a basket of copper coins!"

Bao Juhua scratched her head in embarrassment, "Mom, my sister-in-law, brothers and sisters and I secretly calculated that we made a total of 680 Wen from selling porridge in the past six days."

That is seven taels of silver and 680 Wenqian.

"Seven thousand, six hundred and eighty yuan..." Mrs. Miao couldn't help but exclaimed. How could she make so much money by selling porridge and earning money from the villagers?
After Miao calmed down, she immediately said, "You guys must have made a mistake in your calculations. How can you earn seven taels of silver for just a few bowls of porridge?"

"Grandma, Grandpa Hua helped me calculate these. I did the calculations too. I can't be wrong." Yuan Bao muttered in a daze.

She is too sensitive to the amount of money, and there is absolutely no chance of any mistakes in the money passing through her hands.

Miao didn't have confidence in the calculation of the little Yuan Bao, but if Hua Weiwei also participated in the calculation, she would be relieved.

Looking at the scattered copper plates on the table, and then at her daughters-in-law who were looking forward to being praised, Mrs. Miao first touched their heads and said several good words.

Then without saying a word, he pushed the coins directly in front of his daughters-in-law.

"This money is earned by you working hard from dawn to dusk. You sisters-in-law should divide it equally. Let the fourth man drive the car another day and take you to the town to pull some pieces of cloth, make new clothes, and buy a new pair of shoes. That's all! What's going on with a 25-year-old woman who looks like an old woman like me every day, dressed naked and covered in patches?"

When Mrs. Miao divided the money, she didn't think about how many sons she had. Well, why would a son look so good in his clothes? It would be more comfortable for his daughters-in-law to dress up.

She is also a woman. What woman doesn’t like beautiful women?
(End of this chapter)