Chapter 406: Talking Business (I) July Monthly Ticket 500 plus more
Mr. Bai held the bowl steady and asked, "Are your wheat seeds made of gold?"
Bai Erlang thought about it seriously and shook his head: "No."
Mr. Bai really wanted to throw the bowl on his face.
He put down his bowl and chopsticks, rubbed his forehead and said, "Forget it, I won't tell you. After dinner, go find Shanbao and Manbao and I'll tell them."
Bai Erlang took a big mouthful of rice unhappily. It was clearly agreed that he would come to talk to his father, and they would go to talk to Grandmother Liu. Why should they also come to talk to his father?
Mr. Bai glanced at his son and said seriously, "Erlang, Shanbao and Manbao are your senior brothers and sisters. From now on, don't call them by their names. Call them senior brothers and sisters, okay?"
Bai Erlang looked at his father with tears in his eyes.
Mr. Bai felt a little soft-hearted and softened his tone, saying, "Even if you don't call them senior brothers or sisters, you can still call them by their nicknames. Shanbao is your cousin, and Manbao is younger than you, right?"
"Then I'll call them by their nicknames!" Bai Erlang made a quick decision, and then took the opportunity to promote their wheat seeds. "Dad, you won't get anything wrong if you buy our wheat seeds. We went to the grain store in the county town today and saw that their wheat seeds are selling for 144 coins per dou. Their wheat seeds can't compare to ours."
"How do you know it's not as good as mine?"
"Of course I know we can't compare. We bought our wheat seeds from the grain store, didn't we? But we bought our seeds from the Manbao family. The highest yield per acre is five dan, and the lowest is three and a half dan."
Mr. Bai's eyes widened and he couldn't help but sit up straight. "What did you say? What's your highest yield per mu?"
The noise was so loud that Bai Erlang almost fell off his chair. Old Mrs. Bai, who had been eating quietly, couldn't help but glare at him and said, "Why are you yelling at the child if you want to talk nicely?"
Mr. Bai was about to speak when Mrs. Bai suddenly said, "Come on, you are scholars, but you don't even know how to not talk while eating. You are not allowed to talk while eating. Eat first."
Mr. Bai felt a breath stuck in his chest and almost suffocated to death.
He looked at his silly son and seemed to be hesitant to speak, but under the stare of his old mother, he dared not open his mouth again and could only lower his head and eat quickly.
Then, as soon as she put down her bowl and chopsticks, she didn't care whether Bai Erlang was full or not, and directly took him out, "Mom, Erlang is full too, I'm going to test his homework."
Old Mrs. Bai and Mrs. Bai were unable to stop him and could only watch him take the child away.
Mrs. Bai looked worried, so she said, "Okay, don't worry. That sound is a good thing. He won't beat the second child."
Bai Erlang also felt that his father would not beat him, so he followed him obediently.
Mr. Bai carried his son to the study, then turned and ordered the servants, "Go to the kitchen and ask them to prepare some more food. Yes, snacks, meat, and some sweet soup. Then go and invite Master Tang and Miss Man over and tell them I have something to discuss with them."
After everyone left, Mr. Bai asked his son to sit on a chair and asked, "Tell me, is your wheat really so productive?"
"Of course. We watched as Mr. Bai and his three farmhands weighed the wheat, and we watched it go into the warehouse." Bai Erlang had already been through a lot of calculations by Bai Shanbao and Manbao, so he only remembered a few simple numbers from the chaotic mess. Then he understood the truth. "Dad, if you use our wheat seeds, your granary will be overflowing in one year, and you'll be rich enough to rival a country in two years."
Mr. Bai: "...Who taught you to say that?"
"No one taught me. I heard it from Manbao."
Hearing that it was just bragging, he felt a little worried. "How come you didn't learn anything else, but only learned all this?"
"Who says I haven't learned anything good? I can farm, can you? I can read the scale, can you? I can also tie up the grain sacks with a rope, can you?"
Mr. Bai: ...
It was time for dinner, so Manbao naturally had dinner at home as well. However, the Zhou family had dinner a little later than the Bai family, so just as she sat down at the table and picked up her bowl and chopsticks, there was a knock on the door.
Big Head ran to open the door.
The Bai family's servant stood at the door and bowed, smiling to excuse the interruption, saying, "Master Zhou, my master wants Miss Man to come over to discuss something."
Old Zhou hesitated and said, "Let's wait until the child has dinner before going over. Then I'll ask her brothers to send her over."
"Well..." The servant said in embarrassment: "Master Zhou, our master specially prepared meals for the three young masters. The young master should have gone there, and he is waiting for Miss Man..."
Old Zhoutou immediately said, "Okay, you take her with you. She's young, and if she doesn't understand, you guys should take better care of her."
Then he turned around and said to Manbao, "Don't eat it yet. I'll ask your sister-in-law to save it for you. Go and see what Master Bai has to say."
Now the Zhou family has divided the dinner into two tables. Manbao is the only child at this table. Upon hearing this, he put down the bowl and chopsticks he had just picked up, turned around and left with the servants.
After Datou closed the door again, Old Zhoutou took some of the rice from Manbao's bowl and gave some to his wife, and put the rest into his own bowl.
Xiao Qian, who was about to put it away: ...
Old Zhou glanced at her and said, "Can the Bai family still be short of Manbao's food?"
Qian glanced at him, handed Manbao's egg custard to Zhou Sanlang, and said, "Give it to Wutou."
Zhou Sanlang agreed.
The Zhou family started to eat.
When they arrived at the Bai family's house, Bai Shanbao was already there. He was sitting at the table in the study eating. When he saw Manbao, he waved at her.
Bai Erlang was not full to begin with, and seeing the two of them eating happily, he sat down to eat too.
Mr. Bai sat aside and talked to them cheerfully, "Shanbao, how much did you harvest from those twenty or so acres of wheat?"
"Not much, only eighty-three stones."
Mr. Bai calculated for a moment, his heart trembling slightly, "How did you grow it?"
“That’s how it’s grown.”
Mr. Bai thought about it and felt that he couldn't ask it that way, so he changed the question and asked, "Who taught you how to farm?"
Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang looked at Manbao together.
Manbao said: "My father!"
She said, "I want Bai Zhuangtou to grow crops the same way my family grows crops. If Bai Zhuangtou still doesn't understand, he can ask my father. My father will tell him everything."
Mr. Bai nodded, "That kind of..."
“The seeds are mine too.”
"Where did you buy it?"
"I didn't buy it, I saved it myself," Manbao said. "Last year, there was a flood, and my wheat was the best, so the villagers wanted to exchange wheat seeds with ours. My father simply saved all our wheat to use as seeds."
Manbao knew what he was worried about and explained carefully, "Later, we had a small farm and wanted to grow wheat there. I told my father and asked Bai Zhuangtou to buy wheat seeds from my family."
It’s not much anyway, only about 400 kilograms of wheat seeds in total, which almost takes up all the remaining wheat.
Mr. Bai was very skeptical. How could the Zhou family's wheat seeds be so good?
(End of this chapter)
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