Chapter 58 Are You Idiots?
Deep winter.
It's snowing.
Snow comes later in the south.
It was three months late, and I still remember the day my mother picked her up.
I almost froze to death in the snow.
Thinking about it now, I still feel scared.
So much so that she doesn't really like snow very much.
It rarely snows in the south in winter, but it still snows occasionally.
It's snowing intermittently, mostly light snow.
Children in the south have an inexplicable anticipation for snow.
Everyone wants to sneak out and play in the snow.
But my parents wouldn't let me.
It's easy to catch a cold, and easy to die from a cold...
I had to lie on the window and look out, reaching out to catch the snow from time to time, wanting to see what the snowflakes looked like.
If God had eyes, he would see countless children lying on the windows at this moment.
Jiang Miaomiao and Jiang Ziyan were leaning against the window and looking out at this moment.
Watching the snowflakes falling outside the window.
Jiang Ziyan wore a thick coat, making himself look like a bear, and wrapped his sister into a ball.
Seeing his second brother reaching out to catch the snow, Jiang Miaomiao also reached out.
Before it touched the snowflakes, it was caught by my second brother's slender white hands.
"The snow is very cold, Miaomiao can't play, or she'll catch a cold!"
“Aaaaaah…Aaaaah…”
Jiang Miaomiao protested.
The officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps!
Second brother must think she is easy to fool!
The charcoal fire was burning brightly in the house, and the chill brought by the wind and snow was completely unnoticeable.
outside the house.
Jiang Zifeng and Liu Yu Niang were harvesting bamboo shoots in the wind and snow.
A room was specially cleared out to store bamboo shoots.
There are many people and many bamboo shoots in the yard.
Jiang Miaomiao suddenly felt that her mother was very powerful.
He clearly wanted to harvest bamboo shoots, but he never mentioned it. Instead, he spread the news that bamboo shoots were expensive in Jiangzhou, attracting people from all over the village to buy them.
So, the villagers have to sell the bamboo shoots they dig.
However, selling bamboo shoots in Jiangzhou was bound to be difficult, so he went back in a circle.
Sell the bamboo shoots to my mother.
It became their second best option.
Stop those greedy, jealous and envious gossips.
I don’t think anyone would say that my mother made a fortune in silence. After all, only when my mother’s bamboo shoots are sold can their bamboo shoots be sold.
My mother tied the interests of the entire village together.
Just like my mother said, we will make money together.
However, there are bound to be some minor incidents in the process.
Jiang Miaomiao was attracted by the quarrel in the yard and saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
Mrs. Zhou came to her house last night.
At this moment, he was pulling his aunt to ask for an explanation, "Qiao'er's mother, how did you calculate this? My family clearly has 60 kilograms of bamboo shoots, and wasn't it said to be 15 cents per kilogram? How come I only got 670 cents?"
Liu Yu Niang took out the wooden sign written by Jiang Ziyan and said, "Mrs. Zhou, please read carefully. Large bamboo shoots are 15 wen per jin, small bamboo shoots are 10 wen per jin, and defective ones are 2 wen per jin. Your family has 30 jin of large bamboo shoots, 20 jin of small bamboo shoots, and 10 jin of defective ones. Doesn't that make 670 wen?"
Liu Yu Niang repeated the account that Jiang Ziyan had just made.
Although she didn't know if it was right.
But she believed that Jiang Ziyan and his brother would not make a mistake.
Jiang Miaomiao was carried out by her second brother to watch the fun, and was covered tightly.
The second brother repeated the calculation for Mrs. Zhou.
Jiang Miaomiao also calculated it silently in her mind.
That’s right!
The eldest brother reports the number and the second brother settles the bill.
Almost at the same time as the eldest brother reported the weight, the second brother was able to calculate it.
My second brother’s talent for arithmetic is not to be underestimated.
Zhou was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, and started to make trouble.
"Mother Qiao'er, they say it sells forty coins a pound in Jiangzhou, and you're only charging fifteen coins. Aren't you too greedy?"
Everyone seemed to be thinking about it, and more or less they had the same idea.
They came over to test the waters because they saw Shitou selling bamboo shoots.
They all looked at Liu Yu Niang.
Liu Yu Niang was so angry that she almost laughed.
She didn't lose her temper last night because she was afraid of ruining her brother and sister-in-law's plans.
No one stopped her today, she couldn't stand it.
"Mrs. Zhou, if I remember correctly, weren't you supposed to be going to Jiangzhou to sell bamboo shoots today? They're 40 wen a pound in Jiangzhou! Why didn't you go there and instead came here to sell them to us?"
Zhou's face froze, and she stammered, "This...isn't it snowing..."
"It's snowing!" Liu Yu Niang was speechless. What a lame excuse.
"What's the big deal about snow? It's not a big snowfall, how can it freeze you to death? My sister-in-law is so delicate and can go, so why can't you go?"
Zhou's face turned pale, she bit her lip and said nothing.
Everyone thought it made sense. If they could make money, a little snow wouldn't matter.
You have to go get stabbed.
Liu Yu Niang laughed, "Sister Zhou, I'm afraid you didn't manage to rent a car, did you?"
This statement touched a sore spot for everyone.
There are already few ox carts, and now that more people are renting them, the price has gone up.
Originally, a round trip to Jiangzhou cost sixty cents per person.
Now it has risen to one hundred and twenty cents.
And there is no car.
What’s the point of digging so many bamboo shoots?
If you don’t have a car, it will just rot at home anyway, so you might as well sell it at a low price.
Zhou curled her lips, raised her eyebrows, and said stubbornly, "So what? If there is an ox cart, who would be willing to sell it to you? You only charge fifteen cents a pound, you must be a black-hearted person..."
Everyone booed.
Some people agree with Zhou, while others think her words are unpleasant.
When Liu Yu Niang heard this, she became furious and pushed Zhou out of the door.
"Get lost! I didn't ask you to sell it to me."
Turning to Jiang Zifeng, he said, "Feng'er, take Sister Zhou's bamboo shoots out. We won't be collecting them!"
"OK."
Jiang Zifeng stepped forward and, despite Zhou's attempts to stop him, carried her baskets of bamboo shoots out the door.
Zhou was so angry that she jumped up and down, pointing at Liu Yu Niang, "You...you take it back to me, I have to sell it today."
"What a joke! Are you trying to force me to buy it?" Liu Yu Niang looked at her with her arms folded.
She felt that since she and her brother and sister-in-law were together often, what they said became more and more sophisticated.
"Aunt Zhou, please go back! My family can't afford your bamboo shoots."
Jiang Zifeng took out a broom from somewhere and acted as if he was going to chase someone away.
The people waiting outside for the bamboo shoots to be sold were also getting impatient.
Some people even carried their own bamboo shoots in when they saw that there was space in the yard.
"Mrs. Zhou, if you don't want to sell anything, go back! It's freezing outside, don't delay us from selling bamboo shoots!"
"Yes! Fifteen cents a pound, we don't think it's too low."
"Don't waste time, I'm still waiting to sell the bamboo shoots to buy meat..."
For them, Jiangzhou is too far away, and making such a fortune is also far away.
After all, many people have never left Qingshi Town in their entire lives, let alone gone to Jiangzhou.
Fifteen cents is not a low amount for them.
Dozens of kilograms can be dug in a day, and they can be sold for hundreds of coins.
It is so much better than working for others.
The meat for the New Year is now available.
The village head, Uncle Fu, was also attracted by the noise and saw this scene.
"Mrs. Zhou! Business is a matter of mutual consent. If you think the price is too low, then just don't sell it. We're all neighbors, so why make such a fuss?"
"That's right!" the people around echoed.
Zhou's body trembled slightly. "You are stupid for not making money?"
Idiots! They are all a bunch of idiots.
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