Chapter 438 You Come and I
Qili Village is remote, and no grain merchants have come here to buy wheat yet, so Old Zhou doesn't know what the current purchase price of wheat in the countryside is.
But he knew what the price was at the grain store because his daughter had just told him last night.
So he felt that the wheat, which was ten cents less per bushel than the grain store, was really cheap, and it was a fair price.
So he stepped over his wife and shook Bai Shanbao's hand, saying gratefully, "Young Master is really kind-hearted."
I had originally wanted to ask why Mr. Bai was transporting wheat from Longzhou. Isn't it his own wheat...? But I forgot what I was saying.
In Old Zhou's opinion, although the Bai Mansion and the Bai Family are two houses, they are actually one family.
Since Old Madam Liu has no adult male children, she naturally has to rely on Mr. Bai. Therefore, what Bai Shanbao says in his house represents Mr. Bai.
Old Zhou couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking that Mr. Bai was such a good man. They had just made such a huge sum of money from him.
Thinking of this, Old Zhou immediately said, "Young Master, go back and tell Mr. Bai that after the summer wheat harvest, if he still wants to buy our wheat for seeds, I'll give him a discount."
"No!" Bai Shanbao and Manbao said in unison.
They both said at the same time: "Dad (old man), how can you lower the price?"
"Ah?" Old Zhou glared. It was fine if his daughter objected, but why did the young master of the Bai family also object? Shouldn't he be in cahoots with Master Bai?
Qian glanced at him helplessly. Didn't he understand until now? Bai Shan and Master Bai's families are two different families!
Manbao said, "Dad, if you lower the price, what will happen to our farm? We are family, you can't do this."
Bai Shanbao nodded in agreement.
Old Zhou stared blankly at Bai Shanbao. He and Manbao were a family, but weren’t the young master and Mr. Bai also a family?
Isn't he selling out Mr. Bai through the young master?
Why does the young master of the Bai family also object?
Old Zhou was still a little confused until he sent the person out the door.
Bai Shanbao was still whispering to Manbao, "We are in the same group, your family can't lower the price."
"Don't worry," Manbao said, "I will definitely take good care of my father. I'm not at home, but my mother is still here."
Bai Shanbao was still relieved about Manbao, so he waved goodbye to her and said, "Okay, I'll go home first. I have classes tomorrow, so I have to go back and prepare for the class."
Manbao also tensed up, thinking that she would go back to her room to study soon.
After the master and servant had gone far away, Old Zhou remembered that he had one major question left to ask. "Manbao, have you agreed with the young master on how many bags of wheat to buy?"
Old Zhou muttered, "Actually, the wheat harvest is still a month away, but if Mr. Bai buys more wheat seeds from us... well, it's no big deal. It doesn't look like there'll be a big flood this month. The wheat ears are already filling with grain, so a little drought won't have much of a impact. After all, it rained the other day..."
"So we can just buy some grain from the villagers when the time comes." Old Zhou counted the days until the summer grain harvest on his fingers. He wasn't good at other things, but he was much quicker than Manbao at calculating the family's food rations. So he said, "Add some bran. Two sacks should be enough..."
Manbao heard it and immediately shouted, "I don't want steamed buns with bran mixed in them!"
The big-headed kids immediately gathered around him and said, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I don't want to eat either."
The noise was so loud, as if hundreds of chickens were clucking in his ears at the same time. Old Zhou waved his hand with a look of disgust and said, "Okay, okay, if you don't want to eat it, then buy three sacks."
The children were happy when they heard this, and the adults were happy too. The family had only earned so much money, how could they mix bran into it?
Old Zhou turned to look for Qian and asked, "I wonder if my eldest brother and his family would like to buy some wheat? We have enough flour ground at home to last us several days. Why don't we wait until my eldest sister-in-law and her family come over tomorrow and ask?"
Qian nodded: "Okay."
Old Zhou lowered his head and smiled brightly at Manbao, saying softly, "Manbao, can you tell the young master to keep the wheat for us for a few more days? Don't sell it out for the time being. Maybe we can buy a few more bags then."
Manbao said it was no problem, because Bai Shanbao couldn’t sell the wheat in Qili Village anyway.
If he sold it to the grain merchants in Luojiang County, it seemed that he would lose money again.
Old Zhou was delighted. He reached out and touched Manbao's head, sighing, "Our Manbao is getting more and more powerful."
Manbao and the Zhou family nodded in agreement. She also felt that she was becoming more and more powerful, and she would be even more powerful in the future.
Because of what Mr. Zhuang revealed today, their studies in the future will probably be as severe as the strong winds in summer and autumn, or the bitter cold in winter and spring.
well--
After entering the door, Old Zhou asked someone to close it.
Zhou Sanlang and Si Silang closed the door in confusion. The sun was just about to set and it was still bright outside. Why close the door in broad daylight?
After closing the door, Old Zhou, as the head of the family, sat down at the threshold of the main hall. Whenever there was a family meeting, this position was basically occupied by him alone.
Qian didn't like sitting on the doorstep, she preferred to sit on a stool. Manbao dragged a small stool and sat with her mother.
Although he had agreed, Old Zhou still felt a little heartbroken when the time came.
Seeing his wife and daughter looking at him with sparkling eyes, and his children and grandchildren looking at him in confusion, Old Zhou tapped his pipe and said in a self-righteous manner, "Boss, go and get the silver you just exchanged."
"Oh." Zhou Dalang walked into his parents' room in confusion and found that the backpack he brought back was still lying on the ground, and the silver inside had not been touched.
Zhou Dalang vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he still carried the backpack out.
Old Zhou asked him to take out the silver wrapped in cloth.
Zhou Dalang obediently put it in front of his father.
Old Zhou opened the cloth bag, and inside was a pile of silver ingots that were twice as many but half as big.
Old Zhou exchanged twelve silver ingots of ten taels each for five taels each.
He felt that their family would rarely use ten taels of silver per ingot.
Even though they had already seen it several times, the people in the Zhou family still couldn't help but smile when they looked at it again. They all thought at the same time: Our family is really rich.
What Old Zhou was thinking was, I will soon be out of money. Sure enough, the money could not stay in his hands.
No, he can’t stay in his wife’s hands!
Old Zhou pondered for a moment and said, "I've discussed this with your mother. It's useless to keep so much money with us, and you've all started your own families and careers..."
(End of this chapter)
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