Chapter 470 Gift
Old Zhou was silent. He put his pipe on his waist, stood up and walked away, but he couldn't move after two steps. He thought for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, and squatted back beside Manbao, "Okay, let's sell it!"
At worst, I can just plant more next year.
Manbao was so happy that it was impossible to have more.
Old Zhou usually grows his tobacco in a small corner of the vegetable garden. There aren't many of them, only about twenty or thirty. He has thought about expanding the scale of cultivation.
But on the one hand, he was stingy and was reluctant to use the land for growing crops to grow this, because the little tobacco in the vegetable garden was enough to satisfy his craving.
Even though there are people smoking in the county town, there are actually not many people who smoke. The tobacco leaves that Old Zhou takes out to buy have regular customers. If he grows too much, he won't be able to smoke them all or sell them.
So he never thought about making money by growing tobacco.
Secondly, Qian disliked his tobacco, and he had asked her many times to clear a small piece of land in the vegetable garden for him to grow tobacco.
It is impossible to expand the scale even if you dream of it.
So Manbao knew that next year, his father could only grow so much tobacco.
Although this has curbed the speed at which his father saves his own money to a certain extent, and may result in him not being able to pay back his own money for a long time, Manbao is still very happy.
After he agreed, Manbao ran to the bed and felt around, and took out the five-liang silver ingot that she had forgotten to put into the system after playing last night and gave it to her father.
Old Zhou finally smiled happily and happily assured Manbao again and again, "Dad will definitely work hard to earn money to pay you back."
Manbao looked at her father sympathetically and nodded, "Dad, I'll ask my second brother to get your tobacco leaves later. Remember to collect them and give them to him."
Old Zhou's smile froze, and he asked, "For your second brother?"
"Yes, let my second brother help you sell it."
"No!" Old Zhoutou saw Manbao glaring, and he quickly explained: "I have to go to the city anyway, so I might as well sell it myself. I know who tobacco leaves are usually sold to."
Manbao thought about it and nodded, "Okay."
Old Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and decided that he could give a slight discount on this half.
Qian stood in the yard and looked around. She frowned and asked Little Qian, "Where's your father so early in the morning?"
Xiao Qian was stunned for a moment and said, "I didn't see Dad."
"What about Manbao? It's this hour now. Shouldn't she come over to have breakfast and go to school?"
Little Qian looked at the rising sun in the sky and said with a smile, "She must have been tired yesterday. I think there's still enough time, so let her sleep a little longer."
Qian thought about it and had no objection.
As a result, when he looked up, he saw Old Zhou leading Manbao coming out of the courtyard with a smile on his face.
Seeing the two messy tufts of hair on her daughter's head, Qian couldn't help but feel sad. "Manbao, who tied your hair?"
"My dad tied it." Manbao had just looked at it in the water scoop and thought it looked pretty good, so he came over skipping and shaking his head proudly, and asked, "Mom, does it look good?"
What's so good about it? It's nothing special when viewed from the front, but look at the sides, and then look at the back...
Qian directly reached out and pulled the child over to comb his hair again.
Xiao Qian looked at her and smiled slightly, then turned and went into the kitchen to make breakfast for her.
Then when Manbao came back from school, she received a bronze mirror as a gift.
The bronze mirror was a gift from Xiao Qianshi. This morning, she specially asked Zhou Erlang to bring it back from the county town. She spent all her private savings on it.
Yes, Zhou Dalang would save his own private money, and Xiao Qianshi naturally also had some private money.
She propped the bronze mirror on Manbao's desk and said, "You don't have a dressing table, so just put it here. Just be careful not to knock it over."
It was not the first time that Manbao used a bronze mirror, as her mother and sisters-in-law all had one, but it was the first time she saw such a new bronze mirror.
And it belongs to her.
Manbao is so novel.
Xiao Qian let her hair down and taught her how to comb it herself. "You are already a little girl. You won't have your hair cut anymore. Your hair is growing longer, so you have to comb it yourself. There is a mirror so you can see it and not make a mess without realizing it."
Xiao Qian taught her the simplest way to comb her hair at her age. After making sure she could comb her hair by herself, she left.
As soon as she left, Da Ya, Er Ya and San Ya sneaked in together. They surrounded the little girl and looked at the bronze mirror, screaming in amazement.
Seeing their envious eyes, Manbao asked, "Do you want one too?"
Daya nodded, "But my mother said that since we don't need to study and don't need to go out to meet guests, we can use hers for the time being, and she will buy it for us when we are ready to get married."
Erya and Sanya also nodded, obviously their mother said the same thing.
Manbao kept it in mind.
Dad wants to buy a gift for Mom, and sister-in-law also bought her a gift, so she should buy gifts for everyone as well.
Because it feels good to receive a gift.
Unfortunately, even if Manbao has thousands of ideas, it’s useless because Mr. Zhuang doesn’t plan to give them a holiday recently.
After the initial excitement, Mr. Zhuang's teaching went through a process of increasing intensity - increasing intensity again - touching the bottom line - reducing intensity - reducing intensity again - increasing intensity again.
Then Mr. Zhuang seemed to have found a balance. Recently, they have learned much more in class than before, but it is not as painful as before.
Manbao and Bai Shanbao adapted very quickly, and even Bai Erlang adapted to Mr. Zhuang's current teaching progress.
Although the daily tasks seem to be lighter than before, Mr. Zhuang still won't give them a holiday.
In his words, after the summer harvest and autumn harvest, who knows what will happen to interrupt their classes?
So he has to teach more when he has nothing to do.
So it was impossible for Manbao to go into the city to buy gifts. She could only watch her father sneakily go to the county town to buy a silver bracelet.
How did she know that her father bought it?
Because Old Zhou returned the remaining money to her. He was very honest. He lent her five taels and then gave her two taels and seventy-eight coins left.
Old Zhou wasn't good at math, but he had already asked Datou to help him calculate how much he still owed Manbao. "I sold most of my tobacco leaves for 680 coins, plus my private savings, and only this much is left of the five taels of silver. I've paid you back everything, so I still owe you..."
"Two taels, nine hundred and twenty-two coins."
Old Zhou blinked and said, this is not the same as what Datou calculated, it seems to be a little less.
"Dad, we are family. You can return my copper coins. I will give you one ounce for one hundred yuan."
Old Zhou was delighted. "Really?"
"Really, could you show me the silver bracelet?"
"No, wait until I give it to your mother before you read it," Old Zhou said, "your mother hasn't even seen it, how can you read it?"
Manbao felt a little regretful. She wanted to take a look at it, but it seemed she could only wait until her father gave it to her.
As a result, the wait lasted for seven or eight days. Just when Manbao's eyes were about to pop out, Old Zhou finally put the silver bracelet on his wife's hand on a moonlit night.
(End of this chapter)
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