"Grandma, our family is going to lose money and things to avert disaster during this period. Once we sell the rice, I will use the money to buy other materials needed for building the house and settle the accounts."
Grandma Qiao pondered that Lian'er was definitely not a superstitious person. Why would he be so focused on losing money to avoid disaster? Could there be a deeper reason behind this?
Thinking about this family, ever since they listened to Lian'er, they have had one stroke of good luck after another.
She made up her mind: "Okay, tomorrow is market day in town. We'll send all the rice to town to sell, without even removing the husks. We'll sell it with the husks on."
The rice was almost dry in the field, and after being dried in the scorching autumn sun for two more days, it was ready to be sold.
Even better food can be supplied in an endless stream, so what's there to be reluctant about? The reason we're reluctant is simply because we've been waiting for this year's good harvest for many years.
Shelled ones cost five coins per pound, while unshelled ones cost three coins per pound.
They received a little over three thousand taels from their own land, plus the three mu of land the Shen family compensated them with.
Keep 200 jin at home, and the other 2,800 jin can be sold for 8.4 liang.
When they heard that the family was going to sell rice, everyone was a little surprised, but when they saw that it was Qiao Lian'er's idea, Grandma Qiao agreed, and they also heard that all those delicious rice varieties would be available from now on.
Everyone thought, "Let's just sell it."
Yesterday, some villagers started going to town to sell their grain, but they didn't sell much; most of it was to keep for their families as food.
Those conducting the investigation knew that the farmers would sell their grain, so they didn't try to stop them. It didn't matter which household the grain ended up in; half of it would have to be handed over anyway.
The next day, the Qiao family loaded bags of grain onto a horse-drawn cart, and Old Mrs. Qiao, Qiao Yunni, and Qiao Lian'er went to town together.
The villagers were very surprised when they saw it.
"Are you going to sell grain? There must be over a thousand catties of grain in this cart."
“Yes, we thought it would take up too much space at home, and the house hasn’t been built yet, so we decided to sell it first. We can buy more when we want to eat it later, the price of rice isn’t high,” Qiao Lian’er said.
It sounds reasonable, but something feels off.
"Oh dear, all this back and forth is too much trouble for you guys."
"Life is all about taking risks," Qiao Lian'er said, driving the carriage away.
The villagers stood there, scratching their heads. The Qiao family had so many mouths to feed, yet they wanted to sell most of their grain and then say they wanted to buy it back. It was strange.
It seems like they're just bored.
In ancient times, not every household grew grain. For example, merchant families and families with little land needed to buy grain, and grain merchants also needed to buy grain to sell.
Therefore, the grain market is still quite lively.
In the South Street of Qingshui Town, a section has been designated as a market area where vegetables, grains, pork, and other goods are sold.
The Qiao family's carriage stopped, and as soon as they saw them unloading sacks of rice, several people immediately gathered around.
How much is your rice?
"The market price is three copper coins per pound," said Grandma Qiao.
One person picked up a handful of rice and looked at it. It was fuller than the rice from other people's fields, so it seemed that the pest infestation was not too serious.
"Could you lower the price a bit? It's harvest season now, and many people are coming to town to sell their rice." Even so, these people still wanted to lower the price.
"No, it has to be three copper coins a pound. Our rice is better than others, and this price is already very low," Qiao Lian'er said, shaking her head.
She originally wanted to say three and a half ounces, but then she thought better of it since she would have to say it anyway, so it was better to be direct.
Knowing that the price was indeed a bargain, some people were prepared to buy it, purchasing two or three hundred kilograms at a time.
Shen Laosi was among these people. Looking at the rice, he sneered inwardly, thinking that some of it must have been grown by the Shen family.
He winked at the person who was about to buy.
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