Chapter 609: Really give it!
Hang two wolf skins on his shoulders. The wolf fur was dyed red with grease and blood.
The cold rain fell on my shoulders, bringing with it a bit of an eerie and cold atmosphere.
The rainwater flowed along the tears in the clothes and into the wounds scratched by thorns and wolf claws, causing burning pain.
After running around in the woods for three days, both Laffer and his son looked a little yellow and miserable, but they had no intention of going home quickly.
Instead, the two happily took a long detour to the main road in the manor. When they caught the man, they asked, "How did you know we had hunted two wolves?"
At this time in the past, They were bound to receive looks of envy and jealousy, but today was a little different.
When they walked onto the narrow dirt road carrying the wolf skins, few of them showed much surprise when faced with the two wolf skins they were carrying.
When they asked about the saying "How do you know, we are two wolves", the person being asked just said hastily "Who asked you" and left.
"Dad, why does this feel wrong?" Raph said with his head full of ashes, blades of grass and doubts, "What are they rushing to do? Is it the market?"
"The market day is far away, and it's the time for wolf hunting. What kind of market will be held at this time?" Old Raph scratched the rain of dandruff from his head.
After thinking about it for a while, he simply carried the wolf skin on his shoulders, grabbed his son's arm and walked towards the direction where everyone was gathering.
Soon, as the villagers gathered, they discovered that they were all heading towards the village church.
Old Raph suddenly felt something was wrong. He asked his son to put away the wolf skin, squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, and rushed to the first row.
When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, his face instantly turned from white to red, then to cyan, and finally turned to pale white.
Four or five members of the Sickle Brotherhood held flails to maintain order, and a long queue formed at the door of the church.
Each person in line was carrying a large bag filled with woolen yarn wrapped around wooden sticks, each bundle weighing one pound.
Sitting in the church, Ansel and Bryson each share a table, one is responsible for quality inspection, and the other is responsible for distributing money.
Behind Ansel there are three honest people who are recommended by everyone to measure the count of spinning thread.
Ansel used carpentry tools to make a batch of standard spinning frames in advance, and wrapped them with exactly 18 threads of thickness.
Because under the same weight, the density and feel of threads with more than 18 pieces and less than 18 pieces are very obvious.
In this way, you only need to compare and then weigh, and do random inspections from time to time.
Compared to real quality inspection, this method is obviously quite rough, but it can only be like this without conditions.
After passing the quality inspection, Ansel will put a check mark behind their names and record the quantity.
And Bryson would take out the dinars, coppers and the next issue of wool from the bag and hand them over to them.
Almost everyone who got the money smiled so hard that they couldn't see their eyes, while the eyes of those who didn't join were filled with envy and jealousy.
When the white and black dinars were handed over to the villagers, Laf couldn't believe his eyes.
Especially when he saw a familiar figure among them, that was Lalor, who took out six full bundles of yarn from the sack.
When the three jingling silver coins collided together and made a crisp collision sound, Old Laffer's face was ashen.
Because he suddenly thought that without his spinning wheel, it would not be enough for 3 dinars!
The half piece of salt weighed less than a quarter of a pound, and the price was estimated to be less than half a dinar.
It is equivalent to giving Lalor 1 dinar for free!
It would be okay if my shrew with savage blood saw this.
This must not let her get the news, otherwise he will have to sleep in the small thatched house in the field tonight.
"Raffer·Molva!"
Just as he was about to hide his face and leave, Old Raph suddenly heard a familiar roar like a lioness coming from behind. At this moment, Laf realized that he was finished.
He stiffened his neck and turned around slowly. In front of his eyes was a thick hand full of calluses that was flying wildly.
“Bang!”
When the slap hit Old Raph’s face, everyone watching could see a circle of dust flying up.
That was the dust that had accumulated on Old Raph's face over the past few days and was blown away by the huge force of inertia.
"I asked you to borrow the spinning wheel! I asked you not to get the wool!"
Although it was just a punch, the old Laf who was at a loss could only dodge: "Their sickle brother The money will be distributed, and it will be paid back through head tax in the future."
"Three people. 3 dinars a day, the poll tax is only 5 dinars a year, what idiot did you listen to?” There were several blood marks: "A wolf skin is much more expensive than their processing fee!"
"I value you, I value your mother!" Old Raffer's wife was still grabbing Old Raffer's face and neck, "How many days will it take you to earn 3 dinars if you get the wolf's skin?"
Wolf skin is indeed more expensive than wool. One pound of wool is only about 1.1 dinars. Even the processing fee for one pound of yarn is only 0.5 dinars.
A wolf skin can be sold for 4-6 dinars, which is 4 to 6 times that of wool.
But the problem is that this wolf skin does not belong entirely to Laffer and his son, they can only get 30% of the income.
The hunting rights in the mountains and forests belong to the lords. How many people want the 30% but don’t have the means to do so?
After they cleaned and processed the wolf skins, they gave them to the village owner for sale. The share of the two wolf skins was only 3 dinars.
It takes three days to hunt a wolf, another three days to clean, process and dry. The income for six days is only 3 dinars.
Weave yarn, sit comfortably at home, no risk of injury, no need to be exposed to rain or sun, and the same price is 3 dinars for six days.
Even if there are two spinning wheels and two people spinning the thread, the income can be doubled.
In comparison, the behavior of the Raffer father and his son, "two people suffered an injury for three days and three dinars for six days" seems a bit clownish.
Raph, who was standing by, saw that the fruits of his labor were not respected by his grandma, and said to his father: "Grandma, hunting wolves is a man's income. Although it is tiring, it is also a lot of money."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mother-in-law of the Raffer family, who was tired of beating old Raffer, The ground jumped up and grabbed Raph's ears:
"Little newborn! This wool! I have always had it! Can you still hunt wolves in winter?"
The Raffer family took the slap as a comma and fell on little Raffer like a storm.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Little Raph didn't dare to speak after being slapped several times by his mother.
Laffer's wife was considered a shrewd one among the mountain people. She sat down on the ground and cried: "I don't care, you go and get the spinning wheel back, and then go find Brother Ansel to bring the wool back." Come."
"Tsk." Laofu grabbed his wife's arm and knelt down amidst the continuous laughter of the crowd, "Say yes. I borrowed it for ten days, it’s only been three days, you’ve used all the salt.”
“If you don’t come back with your spinning wheel, I won’t even close the door while I sleep.”
“Hey, hey, hey.” Laofu had no choice but to forcefully drag his wife up, “I’ll go to the head office later, you get up first.”
After finally helping his mother-in-law, Lafu knew that after his wife made such a fuss, no one would talk about his return of the spinning wheel.
Touching the slap mark on his face, he glanced sideways at the blood marks on his shoulder. He turned to look at the church with an extremely complicated expression.
(End of this chapter)