Chapter 411 Thoughts
A group of old men talked about the children's marriages. Old Zhou finished a pack of cigarettes before he remembered the real business.
He knocked on the pipe, poured out the ash and oil inside, then put it on his back and took a handful of wheat to help rub it.
He snorted in his heart. If they were rubbing wheat like this at home, they would have been beaten with a big stick long ago. He had never seen anyone rubbing wheat while sitting.
But this is someone else's house, so of course it's more comfortable to rub it while sitting.
Old Zhou remembered something important and asked everyone, "Has your wheat been dried?"
"No, mine has just been rubbed and needs to be dried for two or three days. But I think it's going to rain again today. Look at those dark clouds in the sky. I don't know if they will come over. If it rains, I have to dry it for another day."
"Then you better be careful and don't let it get wet in the rain. I was just about to tell you that the Bai family wants to exchange their wheat for ours to make wheat seeds, so you better dry it well."
"How much does their family want?"
"All of them!"
"What?" The villagers were all shocked and asked, "Why do they need so much? Can they grow it all?"
"They're big landlords, and there's more than one Bai family. Mr. Bai is from the Bai family, and isn't Young Master Bai also from the Bai family?" Old Zhou had automatically understood that both Bai families were changing their wheat seeds, so he said as a matter of course, "They have so much land, I guess this little bit won't be enough."
"One pound for one pound?"
Hearing the reluctance in his tone, Old Zhou rolled his eyes and said, "Then last year, your family and my family exchanged one pound for one pound, right?"
"Uncle Jin, aren't we in the same group?" He said, "You can't just side with them just because Manbao plays well with the young master."
"Bullshit," Old Zhou cursed, then thought about it. It was true. He had a good relationship with the Bai family, but his relationship with the villagers was even better. So he thought about it and said, "Yes, this can be used to make seeds. Exchanging one pound for one pound seems a bit of a loss. How about asking for more?"
"Ask for more, ask for more," everyone encouraged, and someone said, "Even if it's just one or two more pounds, it's still ten pounds out of a hundred pounds, enough for the whole family to eat several big white steamed buns."
Old Zhou's eyes lit up slightly, and he slapped his thigh and said, "That's right, then we'll offer a higher price, then..."
Old Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Let's exchange one catty and three ounces for one catty. Then we can get them to lower the price to one catty and one ounce. Then I can exchange all my wheat."
"Uncle Jin, how much wheat did your family harvest this year?"
"I didn't weigh it, but this year I planted twenty acres and I harvested sixty-nine bags. I remember the year before last I planted thirty-five acres and only harvested sixty-seven bags."
Everyone was stunned. "So many?"
Da Liang's father slapped his thigh and said, "I told you so. We harvested ten bundles from our two mu of land in Xiaowan this year. I remember we only harvested seven bundles the year before last."
Da Liang's mother couldn't help but say, "When you bundle the wheat, one bundle is too much and one bundle is too little. Does it count?"
"Why can't it count? It's just a handful of wheat ears missing. How could it be that bad? I told you to separate the wheat ears, one piece of land for each piece. There would be a count of whether there were more or less. But you insisted on piling them together."
"I'd like to separate them. Is your yard really that big?" Daliang's mother couldn't help but argue with him. "The bundled wheat ears need to be dried. And you want me to plant rice and spread fertilizer. Why don't you husk all the wheat ears to make room for me?"
"That's enough, that's enough," Old Zhou said hurriedly, "It's no big deal. The rice seedlings have been planted. I have nothing to do next, so I'll just rub them slowly."
"Uncle Jin, the seeds you have are amazing, where did you buy them from?"
Old Zhou himself found it incredible. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I didn't buy any. I've been saving them for seeds. They were fine two years ago. Although the wheat yields in some fields are better than yours, that's because my family planted them carefully. But last year, there was a disaster, so the yields were a bit reduced..."
After Old Zhou said this, everyone remembered.
The land in the village is almost all together, and everyone can see what the crops look like.
The real changes really started last year. At that time, everyone's fields suffered from disasters and the harvest was not very good, but the wheat fields of Old Zhou's family were doing pretty well.
Zhou Daliang, who had been as quiet as a chicken, suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I know. It must be because Master Tianzun remembered Manbao last year. This is the reward from Master Tianzun to your family, and it is also a favor to our village."
Old Zhou and everyone else looked at Zhou Daliang without saying a word.
Zhou Daliang said anxiously, "Dad, great uncle, uncles, what I said is true. The fourth brother said it too. Manbao is really the reincarnation of a fairy. His wife screamed miserably when she gave birth, but after she took Manbao to worship the gods, she gave birth immediately. There were no problems at all, and both mother and child are very safe."
Everyone looked at Old Zhou.
Old Zhou was silent for a moment before saying, "That night, the fourth brother took Manbao to worship the gods, but now we are discussing exchanging wheat, aren't we?"
The villagers immediately laughed and nodded, saying, "Same, same. Ah Jin, when you get back, you must tell Man Bao that we can have a successful business and get more wheat."
Old Zhou thought about it and nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll let Manbao pay homage to Master Tianzun later, but I can't guarantee whether Master Tianzun will agree or not."
"I know, I know. It's not easy to force it."
"Then we have a deal. You have to dry the wheat well. No matter whether we can exchange it for more or not, we have to dry the wheat well. This is for seeds, and we don't want to cheat you."
Everyone echoed and discussed, "What a pity! This year, my family's spring wheat is using seeds that we left behind. The harvest will definitely not be as good as this batch of winter wheat."
"Then we have to save more seeds for ourselves, and plant Uncle Jin's seeds for next year's spring wheat."
Old Zhou said with his hands behind his back, "Then I'll leave some for planting winter wheat after the autumn harvest. Wouldn't you like more seeds?"
"Ah? Planting winter wheat after the autumn harvest? Will the soil be able to handle it?"
Seeing that the person asking the question was a young man, Old Zhou tapped him with his pipe and said, "You are really stupid. Why don't you change the field and plant winter wheat? Let the wheat you planted last year rest."
The young man couldn't help but grumble, "If the autumn harvest goes well, why plant winter wheat?"
Old Zhou heard it but didn't answer. He just mentioned it. Whether to plant or not depends entirely on people's willingness. Anyway, he planted it.
There are so many children in their family. Even if the weather is good, they can only eat enough.
But after eating, of course he thought about giving the children white rice and white steamed buns every day. Anyway, he didn't like to eat things mixed with bran or wheat bran.
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