Rise From the Humble

This price is a bit expensive for the peasants to buy one horse. If it costs more than a hundred dollars, the wife will not be happy when she goes back. Then buy less. If you buy half a horse, it is almost enough for Mrs. Chen to make two or three sets of clothes.

"Then give me half a horse." Father Zhu thought for a while and asked, "Can it be cheaper?"

The store clerk thought for a while, looked at the direction of the counter, and said in a low voice, "I can see that the eldest brother is going to mess with my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law is very lucky. Our shopkeeper is through the bottom. If our relatives come to buy cloth, we can use it at our discretion." It’s a few cents cheaper. How about this, when you pay the bill later, you will say that you are the eldest cousin of my uncle’s family, and I will give you three cents cheaper for half a horse, but if it’s too much, it’s really bad.”

So fake!

Zhu Ping'an curled his lips, he clearly saw you making eye contact with the shopkeeper just now.

"That's all right, thank you big brother." Father Zhu was busy looking at the cotton cloth that he was going to bring to Mrs. Chen, and didn't notice the eye contact between the store clerk and the shopkeeper. He was very moved when he heard the clerk's words.

Zhu's father doesn't care, it doesn't mean that Zhu Ping'an has no idea. I think of the starting point female frequency crossing farming novels I read before. Although they don't know how to sew purses, their mother, Mrs. Chen, can.

I scanned it, um, sure enough, there are a lot of discarded leftover fabrics under the counter, which are not big, that is, about the size of a palm, and can’t do anything, so the store usually doesn’t care, and it is wrinkled by the customers who come and go. Not dirty and dirty.

"Well, can those rags give me something to play with?" Zhu Pingan stretched out his chubby paws, pointed at the dirty rags under the counter and asked in a curious voice.

The store clerk glanced at Zhu Ping'an's finger, oh, it turned out to be discarded and useless scraps.

"Oh, those, you can pick them up and play with them yourself." The store clerk said indifferently, these things can be decided by himself, because they are too small to do anything, and the shopkeeper doesn't want them, and he has to spend time cleaning and discarding them. If you are curious, let's play with it, after all, I have earned money from my father.

There is no need to spend a penny, and this advantage is not taken for nothing.

Ever since, Zhu Pingan hugged his little pannier and ran over, feeling his butt pushing into the pannier, and pressing it hard to leave room for stuffing.

This time, not only Zhu Pingchuan was embarrassed, but even Zhu's father who handed over the money to pay the bill blushed.

The store clerk didn't care, and said casually, "You don't need to worry about it, it's just rags, not worth a lot of money."

Everything was tidied up, and when I got on the ox cart and went back, the sun was gradually setting to the west. Zhu's father flicked his whip, and drove the ox cart back on the return journey. He threw it in the air and hit the ox reluctantly, humming an out-of-tune song.

Zhu Pingan sat on the bullock cart, looked at the exquisite daily necessities on the cart, and looked at his full small pannier. He gained a lot, and his heart was full of happiness.

When I got home, there was already sparse cooking smoke in the mountain village, and some people started cooking dinner in the evening.

Before the car entered the door, I heard the voice of my fourth aunt chirping.

"Yeah, the second brother is back, how much did you sell for, and what did you buy?"

If it is modern, Zhu Ping'an would definitely recommend my fourth aunt to be an airport security inspector. Look at her and check everything in the carriage, including Zhu Ping'an's small pannier.

Fortunately, the back basket was full of rags from the cloth shop. The fourth aunt grabbed the two buses full of rags, and stopped her hands resentfully under Zhu Pingan's gaze, not discovering the secret under the rags.

Grandma came soon after, first looking at the things Zhu's father bought, and then asking about the bamboo weaving and mountain mushrooms for sale.

Father Zhu answered one by one, and handed over the wrapped copper coins.

After looking at the money, I found that it was more than ten coins more than before. Grandma was very satisfied, and asked about the reason. Zhu's father told about Zhu Ping's selling, so his grandmother praised Zhu Ping'an.

"Have the wildflowers sold out?" The fourth aunt covered her mouth and asked with a smile.

"Yes." Zhu Pingan raised his chubby face and smiled brightly.

The fourth aunt didn't believe it at all, thinking that the kid was embarrassed to talk nonsense, so she covered her mouth and smiled more heartily.

After the grandmother put the things away, Father Zhu led his two sons back to the East Wing with baskets and baskets on their backs.

"I'm back. Why have I been here for so long? It's a little later than usual." Mrs. Chen was mending the crotch of Zhu Pingan's other pair of crotch pants. the door.

Then Chen discovered that Zhu Ping'an closed the door of the wing with his short legs.

"Why are you closing the door when you're tired?" Mrs. Chen was surprised when she saw this.

"See if you like it. I brought it back from the town. I think it will look good if you make clothes."

At this time, Father Zhu stepped forward with a smirk, took out half a bolt of peach-red cloth with a white background that he had bought for Mrs. Chen from the basket, and handed it to Mrs. Chen as if it were a treasure.

"It's so expensive, you're wasting money." Chen complained, the smile on her face couldn't be stopped, of course there was still distress in her eyes.

"Mom, this is for you." Zhu Ping'an took the two meat buns wrapped in paper from his small back basket.

"This is?" Chen asked curiously.

"The meat buns in the town, the noodles are soft and the stuffing is delicious." Zhu Ping'an lay on Chen's lap and grinned.

"You little bastard is spending money randomly. You and your brother can share it. Mom won't eat it." Mrs. Chen touched Zhu Pingan's little head and smiled softly.

Zhu Pingan shook his head, "My brother and I were eating in town."

Chen insisted on giving the meat buns to Zhu Pingan and his two brothers, but Zhu Pingan insisted that Chen eat them. Chen turned to look at her eldest son, and Zhu Pingan nodded and said he had eaten.

After thinking about it, Mrs. Chen broke both meat buns in half and divided them into four portions, one half for each person in the family of four.

Simple happiness, Zhu Pingan's meat buns are many times more delicious than those eaten in town.

After eating the steamed buns, Father Zhu briefly told what happened in the town. When he mentioned that Father Zhu had left dozens of extra cents for his family this time, Mrs. Chen’s eyes lit up. This piece of wood was an enlightenment. .

But when Zhu's father said that the wild flowers picked by Zhu Pingan were sold in the town for more than a hundred cents, and that a nobleman rewarded him with two silver nuggets, Zhu Pingan knew that something was going to happen.

Sure enough, Mrs. Chen's two big eyes were staring at Zhu Ping'an sparklingly, as if there were special effects flying out of her eyes.

"It's not safe for a kid like you to take so much money. Hand it over quickly." Mrs. Chen pinched her waist and looked very excited.

My little arms can't twist my thighs.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Chen happily counted the money on the table.

"One, two, three, four, one hundred and eighteen." Mrs. Chen counted and felt something was wrong. She turned around and asked Zhu Ping'an, "Didn't you say one hundred and twenty Wen?"

"The two cents were used to buy meat buns." Zhu Pingan had a dark look on his face.

"Yeah." Chen nodded.

Something seems wrong? Chen always felt that he had forgotten something.

The next second, Mrs. Chen turned around and asked fiercely, "Where are those two silver naked men?"

Zhu Ping'an, the chubby boy, covered his pocket with his hands and stepped back, "Mom, can't you leave some for me?" Having money is not everything, but not having money is absolutely impossible.

Chen couldn't hear what Zhu Pingan was saying. Of course, even if he heard it, he would pretend that he didn't hear it.

Zhu Pingan's chubby hands were tightly covering his pockets.

but

This is of no use.

"Bring it here, mother will leave it for you to save money to marry you a beautiful wife."

Mrs. Chen had a gentle smile on her face, but showed no mercy in her hands. She opened Zhu Pingan's chubby hands one by one that were covering his pocket.

"My son is still capable."

Looking at the two silver nuggets in her hand, Ms. Chen smiled brightly and took a big sip on Zhu Ping'an's face.