Chapter 167

The Zhou family found that the beating sound from Zhou Dayuan's house was even louder this evening. They could hear Zhang's scolding the children and the cries of Goudan and the others from far away.

Xiao Qian was leading the children to string yam beans. Hearing the growing movement over there, he couldn't help frowning, "Sister Zhang, what's wrong, you are so angry tonight."

It's getting dark this day, and usually at this time, everyone has eaten dinner and is ready to go to bed.

He sneered and said, "Why else? It must be because our fourth uncle has drawn a good lottery. Sister-in-law, did you not see it today? When the fourth uncle's bamboo stick was drawn, she immediately turned blue and brightened the whole family. She didn't say anything, she can get angry even if it has nothing to do with his family."

Xiao Qian snorted, put the skewered yam beans aside, and said, "Don't worry about her."

At least they did it, didn't they? She was dissatisfied with the beating, and in the end she was angry with herself.

The Zhou family has been very busy this year, and has no time to deal with such trivial matters.

The stones in the homestead have been picked up, the grass roots have been dug out, and the foundation can be dug tomorrow.

This year, the village has to cultivate 40 acres of wasteland for Chengding, so it is very busy.

He was too busy to dig yam, so in the end, Man Bao greeted his friends to dig up all the mature yam, and also picked all the yam beans on the vine.

Although the yam is a little small, there are still quite a lot of them. Chuu Lang was gearing up for his efforts and ran to his mother excitedly, "Mother, is my debt about to be paid off?"

Qian shi lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, and said, "Well, it's almost there, but you haven't paid the two or two money for building the house."

Thursullang's excitement evaporated, he drooped his head with an "oh", and ran back to find Manbao, "How do you sell this yam?"

"Sell it fresh," Man Bao said, "It's too bad to sell it dried to a drugstore."

Chu Chulang also felt a loss, so he rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll sell it myself, Man Bao, you have to help me speak kind words in front of my parents."

Wu Wulang was unhappy and said, "When I go to sell ginger, I'll just sell it by the way. Why do I want you to go?"

"What do you know, I know a few friends, I will sell them faster, and I will save more seeds this year. Next year, we will choose a better fertile land to plant, and we will definitely be able to harvest more. What if you don't go down so many yams? You can't have them transported out?"

Man Bao was refreshed, and immediately said: "Yes, I want to sell it overseas. I also want to tell my father that we will keep some more seeds this year, and choose a few more fertile and breathable fields to plant next year."

Wu Wulang scratched his head and asked, "So, do we still have a share?"

"No." Man Bao said, "That's not the fourth brother's own land, it's his family's land."

Man Bao knew that only what he planted on the ground he planted would belong to him.

Wuwu Lang immediately looked at Shirou Lang and asked, "Fourth brother, what are you going to use that wasteland for?"

You don't need to think about the Dingtian that Thursday Lang got assigned, it belongs to the whole family. Unless the family is separated, the actual control will not be in the hands of Thursday Lang.

Now, the only land that really belongs to Thursul Lang is the piece of land that they worked together to open.

Thursday Lang rolled his eyes and said, "I think it's better to grow ginger than yam."

Friday Lang also agreed, "I think so too."

Then the two looked at Man Bao together.

Man Bao nodded solemnly, "Then let's keep a little more ginger seeds this year."

Ginger is not to worry about selling. Its shelf life is also very long. As long as it is buried in sand, it will not be a problem to store it for five or six months. It can also be dried as dried ginger and sold to drugstores.

They also talked to Lao Zhoutou about this idea, and Lao Zhoutou smoked a cigarette and thought about it, "Yam and Jiang are looking to make money, but this thing can't be eaten much at home, if one day people outside don't buy it, then It's in my hands, so I still have to have a variety of grains. I think the family will use two acres of land to grow yam, and another two acres to grow ginger."

Old Zhou Tou said: "I don't care about the two wastelands that Lao Si and Xi Kai came out of, you can do whatever you want."

He said: "Whoever of you has the ability to open up wasteland can plant it according to your own wishes, but I'll put it here. If you want to make wasteland, you have to finish the work at home first."

As soon as these words came out, it meant that they were allowed to open up wasteland, and the Zhou brothers were a little moved.

Especially Zhou Lang, he is the least capable and the least earner among the grown-up brothers. What he is good at is farming.

But the harvest of farming is public, it can not be used as private money.

Different from the extra income of the big house and the second house, most of the private house money for the third house was earned by Wednesday Lang going to the white master's house to help. Last year and this year, because he was going to cook for the laborers, he earned a little extra. Otherwise, he might not be able to get two or two of the money he paid last time.

So as soon as Old Zhoutou said something, he wanted to open up a piece of wasteland and plant some ginger, maybe he could earn a little more next year.

He also thought so.

But the seeds still have to be taken with Man Bao.

So, as soon as the meeting was over, Wednesday Lang went to Manbao and told her about it.

Man Bao didn't have a problem at all, and agreed, "Okay, third brother, how much land do you want to open, and how many seeds do you want?"

Zhou Lang thought for a while, there were too many and he couldn't take care of them, and there was still so much land to be cultivated at home, so he said: "Just open a piece similar to Shiro's, seven or eight points, and then all the ginger will be planted. Quite a lot."

Man Bao said that there was no problem, and patted his chest and said, "The third brother, hurry up and choose the land, and I'll help you open up the wasteland when you're done."

Zhou Lang was happy, touched her little head and said, "Where can I use you?"

Thursullang's Dingtian was going to be reclaimed, and the Zhou family had to have at least one Laoding. The old head of Zhou sent Thursullang there. After all, it was his own land.

Then the other brothers, except the fifth and sixth, have to stay at home to build houses.

So Thursday Lang still failed to completely take over the yam business, but he still took Wu Wu Lang to the county seat and sold a small half of the family's yam.

Most of the rest are reserved as seeds, and the rest will be sold by Wu Wulang and the others.

However, in the county seat, there are not many people who really know yam and still eat it, and the audience cannot compare with ginger, so it is a bit difficult to sell.

However, as long as the customer base is identified, the business trip of Friday Lang and Saturday Lang is quite smooth. The brothers can bring back five or six hundred yuan of income from the county town every day.

Zhou Lang looked at it and became more determined to open up wasteland.

Even Zhou Dalang was a little moved, and discussed with Xiao Qian to open a piece of land.

The little Qian said, "Didn't the third child say that he wants to open it, and if you open it again, will all the work at home be spread on the second child?"

Although Xiao Qian's heart was also moved, "Father won't agree. The four heads are three years old. I think there will be three younger siblings. At that time, the stall at home will be too big, so wouldn't it be a waste to take care of it?"