Chapter 133 Communication

It is impossible for the yamen in the yamen to go to the countryside to collect taxes, and it is impossible to kill them, especially since they are not easy to walk on this mountain road.

However, although the yamen did not go to the countryside for collection, they still had to preach, and the responsibility for preaching fell on the head of the riviera.

But it's a repeat of the old tune. The autumn tax must be paid by the end of October. Although there is nearly two months before and after, but the payment is completed early, it is natural to feel at ease.

The Zhou family had prepared the grain tax early, packed them in bags and put them in carts and baskets.

This year, their family has a scooter, which is a little easier than in previous years.

For the sake of road safety, all the food in the village must go together. In previous years, only the village head’s house had a trolley. Cars or bullock carts pull the transport, otherwise it may not be able to carry it through two or three consecutive trips.

The Zhou family had many males, and Zhou Dalang brought three younger brothers, and it was almost enough for one to pick two baskets.

Last year, Thursday was the county town where he went to. At that time, he had just come back from the white landlord's house, and the wages he got had not been handed in, so he took it to the county town. The three brothers watched, and they went away, and this wave paid for the Zhou family's wealth.

This year, Qian Shi and Lao Zhoutou didn't really want him to go to the county seat, but Man Bao mentioned it, and she also promised to keep an eye on him. Qian Shi thought about it and felt that there was no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days, so he let Zhou Shiro went, she also wanted to see, this kid still doesn't know how to gamble.

With a scooter, the Zhou family will not have to carry the burden, but it is also very hard to push the cart on the mountain road, so Zhou Dalang thought about bringing Wulang, and everyone took turns, but since the fourth and sixth are going, then this kind of heavy work Leave it to the fourth.

On Thursday, Lang and the third brother pushed the scooter up the slope, and then on Tuesday Lang took the scooter, "Okay, I will come with my eldest brother for the next section."

Thursuro: ...On purpose, they must have done it on purpose.

Man Bao was sitting on the scooter, and the speed of the scooter went faster when it went downhill, and there was still a gust of wind blowing on her face. She wailed happily, not paying attention to her fourth brother at all.

When the group arrived at the county seat, they parted ways at the city gate. Zhou Dalang and Tuesday Lang and Wednesday Lang went to line up to pay the tax, while Thursday Lang and the others went to sell things.

Two baskets of ginger, Man Bao took them directly to Ji Shitang.

Jesse Tang's shopkeeper Zheng was also at the counter, and he had been communicating with Man Bao for the past six months.

Yes, it was correspondence. In fact, it was Man Bao who wrote to him at the beginning, and he answered the letter in a confused way, and then he became a pen pal after going back and forth.

Every time Tuesday Lang or Friday Lang came to the county, he would bring him a letter, and then bring a letter back from him, obviously not far away, and what he wanted to say could also be conveyed through Tue Lang or Friday Lang, but they Just getting used to writing letters, which is also a wonderful experience.

Long before the autumn harvest, when Lang came to the county town to sell sugar on Friday, he sent a letter to Shopkeeper Zheng. The letter said that the ginger she had planted was about to be taken back, and he also asked him if he wanted to eat it or buy it.

Today, Man Bao came to give ginger to shopkeeper Zheng, not to sell it, but to give it to him to eat, and then recommended: "Brother Zheng, if your patient wants to buy ginger to make tea in the future, remember to tell him that my family has a lot of them. Fresh ginger is the spiciest and best for making tea."

Shopkeeper Zheng accepted the ginger she gave, and nodded to indicate that there was no problem, "I was about to tell you that our pharmacy is going to buy a batch of dried ginger, why don't you leave ten kilograms of ginger to dry for me, I'll see you The quality of this ginger is good, if it's about the same, I'll give you sixty cents a pound of dried ginger."

Zhou Xi clenched his hands in surprise, but Man Bao replied as usual, "Okay."

Then shopkeeper Zheng took her out of the back door of the pharmacy, and led them to knock on the door of the next door. A young man of 18 or 19 opened the door, and shopkeeper Zheng smiled and said, "Well, this is the little boy I mentioned to you. Ding, his house has a grocery store, and he is still a businessman walking around the streets, so it is best to sell your ginger to him."

Xiao Ding greeted Thursday with a smile, and then looked down at Man Bao and said with a smile, "Your sister is so cute."

Man Bao also grinned happily and said, "I also think, Brother Xiaoding, how much can you spend to buy our ginger?"

Xiao Ding glanced at Shizulang and Zhou Xi, and seeing that they didn't mind Man Bao's words, he replied, "Thirty-five cents a pound, including the leaves."

He said: "A lot of ginger can be harvested now, and your quality is good, so I'm willing to give this price, I only raised the price of a few cents when I sold it, if you want, then every day Send me a basket to the county seat."

Zhou Xi asked, "Can you sell so much every day?"

Xiao Ding said with a smile: "There are a lot of rich people in the county, and they have to put ginger when they eat meat and tea, so this ginger is a condiment, unlike our countrymen, who only have meat on New Year's and festivals. You can't even afford tea, which makes it rare."

Zhou Xi didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Man Bao pulled Shirou Lang and whispered to him: "I asked the shopkeeper Zheng, and now the ginger outside is more expensive, between forty and fifty cents in the market, if you don't have time to come and sell it in person, I think it would be best to sell to him."

On Thursday, Lang couldn't bear the difference between five and ten cents, and whispered, "One pound can make a lot of money."

Man Bao didn't care, "Mother won't promise to let you come to the county alone, and Master Bai's house has to work, so you have to work."

This is really not good news, and Thursday Lang lowered his head and said, "Okay, let's sell it, but we'll sell a basket today, and we'll take the rest to sell at the market."

Man Bao said there was no problem.

When I asked Zhou Xi, the sister and brother gave him half a basket of Jiang, and they calculated the money after weighing the catty. Zhou Xi took the money and followed them out in a trance.

For the rest of Jiang, Thursday Lang got it and set up a stall at the market, and Zhou Xi followed.

But Man Bao put some in the basket on the side, intending to find another friend.

Seeing this, Thursday Lang stopped setting up the stall, and put it away directly and said, "Maybe he is a big customer, I will go with you."

Wu Wulang disliked it, "What if I go to so many people and frighten the lady?"

Zhou Xi hurriedly asked, "Miss what?" Isn't it usually adults who buy vegetables?

"It's the lady of the county magistrate's family. Man Bao said that he would bring some good things to her. They also made an appointment to meet at the bookstore." We have to catch up with the autumn harvest, so Wu Lang sold one hundred candies to Miss Fu Er and asked her to eat slowly.

Wu Wulang felt that Miss Fu's teeth were also very strong. After eating so much candy, there was nothing wrong with her.

I had an injection today, so it's late