Chapter 213 Asking for Radish Seeds
As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief of Xishan Village also looked eager and swallowed his saliva.
Xiao Nuobao glanced at the two of them, hugged her eldest brother's neck, and stepped on the board with her soft short legs, and was carried down.
"It sounds like a very urgent matter." She asked with doubt.
Zhang Fanjian nodded hurriedly: "That's right, otherwise I wouldn't dare to bother you, little ancestor. Otherwise, let's go inside and talk?"
Seeing that Xiao Nuobao was about to go to the yard, Zhang Fanjian pulled the village chief of Xishan Village and followed closely behind.
Qingquan Village was calm and walked to the corridor with them.
Jiang Fengnian tied the carriage at the door and looked at his sister.
Next to the jujube tree, the village chief and Old Li and his men also looked in, wondering why these three people came.
"Uncle village chief, Uncle Li, when did Zhang Fanjian and his men come, and what do they want to do?" Jiang Fengnian turned around and asked.
After all, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and it was indeed a bit sudden that they came to my house all of a sudden.
The village chief just smacked his cigarette, and then remembered that the smoke would drift into the yard, so he quickly covered it up again: "I don't know what they want to ask Nuobao for. They have been here for a long time, but they won't tell me when I ask them."
Old Li was not happy: "Is it related to whether the whole village can have enough food? Isn't this flattering Nuobao? In my opinion, no matter what the reason is, they must have been holding back."
Knowing that Old Li didn't like people from other villages, Jiang Fengnian and the village chief smiled and didn't say anything else.
However, it was no wonder that Old Li had a bad temper. A few days ago, he almost got into a fight with someone in the city.
Ever since Fengmiao sold ice cream, Feng was inspired to deliver ice cream or ice chips with fruit juice to customers every day to relieve the summer heat.
As for the ice cubes needed, sometimes Jiang Fengnian was unable to buy them, so Feng hired Old Li to help, allowing the old man to earn some extra money.
This was originally a good thing, but who would have thought that when Old Li went to the city a few days ago, he happened to meet a young man from Zhangjia Village who worked as a clerk in an ice shop.
When the young man heard that the man was from Daliu Village, he not only deliberately gave him the ice that was about to melt, but also said sarcastically that the people in Daliu Village had a good life and even some old men with mud legs could afford to buy ice.
Old Li was a hot-tempered person. He could hear that the man was coming for their village, so he had an argument with him and almost got into a fight.
Fortunately, the store owner heard the noise and scolded the waiter, so there was no big fight.
But Old Li understood that the young man was just jealous of the increasingly prosperous life in Daliu Village.
In fact, it was not just this one. In recent days, he could hear sour words coming from all over the place, all of which were about disdain for the poor and jealous of the rich.
In order not to make the Jiang family upset, Old Li did not mention the matter after returning.
But he was unhappy. Right now, he disliked outsiders from the surrounding villages the most. He always felt that if they were not of the same mind, there was no need to make close friends.
At this moment, Xiao Nuobao had heard the village chief and Old Li muttering over there.
So there was such a thing.
She sat on a small stool, stroking her round chin, and only started to ask questions with her hands on her hips after Zhang Fanjian coughed.
"Tell me, what do you want to ask?" Xiao Nuobao raised her head.
Zhang Fanjian smiled shyly and rubbed his hands together: "My dear Nuobao, this is the case. You also know that our Zhangjia Village, like your Dalui Village, grows corn for a living."
Xiao Nuobao nodded his head.
"Yes."
Not only Zhangjia Village, but also Xishan Village and Qingquan Village, mainly grow corn in the fields.
Zhang Fanjian sighed aggrievedly: "But growing this is really not enough to eat. Not to mention in bad years. Even in good years, after deducting the autumn tax, population tax, spring planting and so on, there won't be much left from the autumn harvest at the end of the year. Sometimes there's not even enough food for the next year."
The head of Xishan Village also chimed in.
"That's right. We farmers grow so many crops and work so hard, but in the end, they all feed the rich, but we can't even have enough to eat. What kind of world is this?"
Xiao Nuobao blinked his eyes: "So? You want me to change the world?"
Zhang Fanjian touched the back of his head and laughed dryly: "That's not the case. We are not so fanciful... We just want to see if we can change to a way to make money..." Seeing that
he was still trying to beat around the bush, the head of Xishan Village couldn't hold it in any longer, so
he got straight to the point. "Actually, we came here to ask your family to give us some Persian radish seeds. This makes a lot of money. With it, we won't have to rely on corn fields for food anymore!" He licked his dry lips, his face full of expectation.
Xiao Nuobao narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
So that's it.
But she was not surprised.
After all, the reputation of Persian radishes had spread around, and other farmers were jealous.
Even if they didn't come to the door today, sooner or later, they would have the idea to grow this rare thing.
But Xiao Nuobao really couldn't help them with this matter.
First of all, Persian radishes are different from ordinary radishes. The seeds are extremely difficult to keep. You must pick the fullest and disease-free ones as seed radishes to keep some.
And very few of the radishes from the Jiang family can be used as seed radishes.
The Jiang family will expand production next year. According to Jiang Fenghu's estimate, the radish seeds that can be saved this year will only be enough for their own use next year.
If there were any extra, they would at most be distributed to the villagers, not to other villages first.
Besides, things are valuable because they are rare. This thing can only be sold at a high price if it is rare. If everyone grows it, there will be no advantage.
So Xiao Nuobao shrugged his shoulders and said in a tender voice: "I can't help you with this. My family can't produce so many radish seeds. I can't even share them with the villagers in our village, let alone give them to you."
After hearing this, the two of them didn't believe it at all.
They thought it was a lie.
The head of Xishan Village pleaded: "Little ancestor, please, we don't want too much. We will be satisfied if every family in our village can grow ten acres of radishes."
"Yeah, at worst we can wait until next year when we sell radishes. When we find vendors selling them, we will bring them to Daliu Village and sell them to your family first. When your radishes are sold out, we can sell them later, right?" Zhang Fanjian said anxiously.
Xiao Nuobao's eyes sparkled, and she stared at them, with a flash of displeasure in her eyes.
"In your two villages, each household should plant at least ten mu of land. That's how many seeds should be planted. Don't you think it's too little?" Xiao Nuobao crossed her arms.
Her childish voice was cold and indifferent: "If I say no, it means no. Besides, I have no obligation to help you plant Persian radishes. If you want to plant, find a way somewhere else. Don't always think about asking for help!"
Although she is a kind fairy, Xiao Nuobao has principles.
She helps when she should help, and refuses when she shouldn't. She doesn't owe others anything, and it's impossible for her to let them have whatever they want.
Seeing that this trip was in vain, Zhang Fanjian fell to his knees.
"It's just some seeds, not valuables. You even saved our lives during the drought, so this time is not a big deal. Please let us earn some money. I kowtow on behalf of my fellow villagers!"
"If you don't agree, I will keep kowtow. Please, Nuobao, please treat it all as alms!" Zhang Fanjian begged on the ground, his head hitting the ground, and it banged.
Compared with being able to sell Persian radishes and live a good life, Zhang Fanjian felt that the little backbone under his knees was nothing.
Anyway, they, Zhangjia Village, have been coveting these radishes for a long time. No matter what he said today, he wanted to take some seeds back!
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