Chapter 59 Ways to Make Money
It's still cold.
The snow is still falling.
There are still many people in Jiang Miaomiao's yard, and the number is increasing.
"Aunt Zhou, if you think the price of my bamboo shoots is too low, then let me give you an idea!"
A little boy squeezed out of the crowd.
Beautiful eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth.
There was also a ball tied in his arms.
No, it's a baby with only two eyes showing.
The little guy turned his big, watery eyes and looked at everyone curiously.
It’s not that Jiang Miaomiao doesn’t want to turn her neck.
But it's because I wear too many jackets.
It can’t turn!
Jiang Ziyan's appearance was so outstanding that everyone recognized him at a glance.
Jiang Ziyan, the youngest son of Madam Lu.
He is a scholar.
Regardless of age, scholars are highly respected in this era.
"Brother Yan, what good ideas do you have?"
Someone in the crowd asked curiously.
Jiang Ziyan had a cold expression and was serious, looking like a little adult.
"My dear uncles, aunts, since you all want to go to Jiangzhou to make a fortune, then learn from my mother... dig bamboo shoots, buy ox carts, get up before the cockcrow every day to go to Jiangzhou to sell bamboo shoots and negotiate business..."
Everyone was silent.
It sounds simple, but it stumps a lot of people when doing it.
They only realized how difficult it was after practicing it themselves.
I have told you all the ways to make money, but only a few of you can actually make money.
Let’s not talk about anything else for now.
Many people stumbled while digging bamboo shoots.
Some people can’t find winter bamboo shoots.
There are also those who find something but don’t know how to dig it out, and with one hoe they dig it into two pieces.
Not to mention buying a bullock cart.
Bamboo shoots can only be sold for two seasons, so even if you have spare money, it is not cost-effective to buy them.
Even if they get bamboo shoots and buy a car, how many people can do accounting and read?
If you are not careful, you will lose everything.
The village head, Uncle Fu, stepped forward and said with a smile, "Brother Yan was just joking with you. You can't even read or write, and you can't even calculate the accounts. You'll be cheated by others later..."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Zhou looked embarrassed, took her son and carried the bamboo shoots on her back, walked out of the crowd, and slipped away secretly.
"The headman is right. Let's stop chatting and sell the bamboo shoots quickly. My son is waiting for me to buy meat for him." Wang Quan came in carrying two baskets of bamboo shoots.
He didn't drive the ox cart today, so he gave it to the old man to pull.
He went up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots.
When everyone saw that it was Wang Quan, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"You have an ox cart at home, so why don't you go to Jiangzhou to sell bamboo shoots?"
Wang Quan carried the bamboo shoots to Jiang Miaomiao's yard, put them down, and took a deep breath.
He just said, "Why didn't you go? Aunt Lu told me the other day that my father dug 50 kilograms of bamboo shoots and asked me to take them there. Guess what happened?"
"What's wrong?" Everyone was very curious.
If you have an ox cart but don’t take it to Jiangzhou to sell, you must be either stupid or foolish!
"I got up early, picked some bamboo shoots, and headed for Jiangzhou. It was already noon when I arrived. I set up a stall at the vegetable market and sold them for two hours, but only managed to sell ten catties. Because I missed the morning market, I only made twenty-five cents per catty..."
"Why is it only twenty-five cents? Shouldn't it be forty cents?"
Wang Quan took out his water pipe and took a few puffs.
"That's a nice thought. Forty cents is when bamboo shoots are first on the market, and it's the early morning market, and you want big ones."
"What about the remaining bamboo shoots?" someone asked again.
"I waited another hour, then hurried back. I sold it for 15 wen a pound. It was dark by the time I got halfway there, and I was almost eaten by a wolf... I was scared to death."
Jiang Ziyan asked, "Uncle Quan, why don't you rest for a night and then come back to continue selling at the morning market the next day?"
Wang Quan sighed, "Rest for a night? You don't know how expensive the inns in Jiangzhou are. I can't afford it! It's easier to sell bamboo shoots to your mother. The profit is about the same..."
After hearing what Wang Quan said.
Everyone lost all hope in the end and just wanted to sell the bamboo shoots for money.
Continue digging tomorrow.
"Alright! Wang Quan has already sold the bamboo shoots to Madam Lu, so what else can we say?"
Many of the onlookers also went home to carry their bamboo shoots.
"Miaomiao, let's go back. It's cold outside." Jiang Ziyan waved his hand in front of the baby's eyes.
The little guy was so engrossed in watching that he didn't even blink.
“Aaaaaaa…”
Jiang Miaomiao waved her little fist that was wrapped like a steamed bun.
I haven’t had enough fun yet, so I won’t go back!
The child has three fires on his buttocks, so he won’t feel cold.
She felt that her mother deliberately let Uncle Wang Quan experience selling bamboo shoots in Jiangzhou.
She had arranged in advance that her aunt should stay here instead of her uncle.
If uncle stayed here.
Meeting someone like Zhou is like a scholar meeting a soldier, and there is nothing you can say to explain yourself.
My mother was behind the scenes making plans.
After this incident, I guess no one will come to my house and make trouble anymore.
But Jiang Miaomiao couldn't figure out one thing.
Her mother is so powerful, why can't she deal with her scumbag father?
Aunt Wang’s in-laws’ home.
Since Heiwa was sent back that day, he was extremely frightened and had a high fever.
I went to see a doctor several times, but there was no improvement.
While his wife Wu Huaer was away to see a doctor, Tiezhu secretly brought the child to Aunt Wang, his eyes full of worry.
"Mom, what should I do? This child is really scared. I see something is wrong with him..."
Heiwa would cry non-stop, speak unclearly, or become sleepy and unable to wake up...
He is now talking nonsense with a blank look in his eyes.
"Daddy...wolves...lots of wolves..."
"Mom, I want to drink milk...I want to eat..."
Heiwa sat next to Aunt Wang and leaned towards his grandmother's breasts as he spoke.
Aunt Wang hugged him tightly, choking with sobs, "Heiwa, it's all Grandma's fault. You...what's wrong with you?"
Could it be that he is possessed by evil spirits?
Aunt Wang thought about this and said, "Son, go and ask someone to perform a ritual for Heiwa."
Tiezhu didn't really believe it, "Mom... Heiwa might have burned out his brain, or he was scared stupid..."
Last time the doctor said that he was too frightened and a little unconscious.
Aunt Wang stood there in a daze.
So scared!
How can that be?
This is the only child in their Wang family.
She touched Heiwa's head, looked at him carefully for a while, looked into his blurry eyes, and asked, "Heiwa, do you know who I am?"
Heiwa looked at her.
“Grandma…Grandma…”
Aunt Wang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with a look of relief.
"Fortunately, there is still hope!"
Before she could be happy for a while, she heard Heiwa shout again.
"Mom, I want to drink milk..."
Aunt Wang: “…….”
The smile froze on his face and he couldn't recover.
.......
He lowered his eyes and thought for a while.
After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said, "Son, I'm afraid this Heiwa is not going to make it... We have to have another one quickly, otherwise my Wang family may have no one to carry on the incense..."
"If...if Hua'er doesn't want to have children, then divorce her...and marry someone else, someone who can help you and raise children..."
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