Chapter 18 Private Property
Everything in the stall was sold out. Zhu’s father tidied up the stall and asked Zhu Pingchuan to lead Zhu Ping’an to wait here. He went to the grocery store to sell the rabbit skin.
Because Zhu's father was a regular customer of the grocery store, the grocery store would not let Zhu's father suffer, so Zhu Pingan did not insist on following.
Father Zhu went away for a while and then came back with a total of five rabbit skins, each of which cost twelve fen for a total of 60 fen.
Seeing his father put all the money into the basket, Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up and he said happily, "It's a lot of money. If I give it back to my mother, my mother will be very happy."
"No, we can only keep twenty-four cents of this money, and the rest will be given to grandma." Zhu's father touched Zhu Ping'an's head in a funny way and explained.
Oh, I remembered it.
The Zhu family's family rules stipulate that all income earned from farm work during the day must be returned to the public. As for private income at night or other times when farm work is not required, 80% of the income earned privately must also be handed over.
In ancient times, private property was not allowed without dividing the family. In ancient times, it was still a patriarchal system.
I usually go to the mountains during the day to do farm work, so all the income from going up the mountain must be paid to the public account; for bamboo weaving, because most of it is done by my father at night, 80% of the income must be handed over.
All the money from selling the rabbit skins must be given to Grandma for confiscation. In addition to all the rabbit skins, all the fifty cash earned from the delicacies and game must also be handed over.
Of course, my father also had to hand over 80% of the money he paid for selling bamboo weaving. This time, my father’s bamboo weaving also sold for 120 fen, so he had to hand over almost 100 fen.
That is to say, everything this time is the result of my father's hard work, but this time I have to hand over a total of almost 200 Wen. If it weren't for his own honeysuckle, my father would only be left with about 20 cents this time.
As far as Zhu Pingan knows, it seems that the uncle’s family has never paid a penny to the family. Instead, they withdraw money from the family account from time to time. The uncle also has money for poems, books, pens, and ink when going out to meet friends; the third uncle’s family We do have friends, but very few; the fourth uncle's family, forget it, the fourth uncle and the little fourth aunt are also trying to take advantage of the accounts.
Although they contribute a lot of money, my grandparents often favor the uncle and fourth uncle's family.
Whenever something happened at home, my grandmother would often ask my father to pay, and my father would always pay the money. This made my mother, Chen, and my father angry many times.
Filial piety is necessary, but you must also take care of your family. My eldest brother will get married in a few years, so I have to save money for him to get a wife. My grandparents have always been partial to my eldest brother's imperial examination, and they are afraid that they won't be able to get much money out of it. Besides, if anything happens to your family, you have to be prepared.
So, it is necessary to brainwash with my father.
"Why give it to grandma?" Zhu Pingan asked, raising his head.
"Because we have to eat, we eat from home." Father Zhu explained.
Pout.
"The honeysuckle was promised to me by my grandmother, so I want to keep the money, and the silver nugget was given to me by someone else." Zhu Pingan acted like a scoundrel.
Zhu's father thought for a while, well, it's true. When they came back from the mountain, the whole family laughed at the flowers that Swinger picked. Mother did say that the honeysuckle would return to Swinger.
"Well, okay." Father Zhu nodded.
"Dad, I used to sell bamboo weaving in the town. How much could I sell at one time? How much should I pay to my grandmother?" Seeing Zhu's father agree, Zhu Ping'an felt that Zhu's father could still be saved, so he asked casually .
Zhu's father answered while packing up his belongings, "In the past, we could sell sixty or seventy cents each time, which would give the family about fifty cents." Sixty cents." Zhu Pingan looked like a filial boy.
In this way, in addition to the money from honeysuckle, I can leave 60 Wen.
"Huh?" Zhu's father was stunned for a moment and said with a smile, "That's not the case, He'er, we sold more bamboo weavings this time."
"Yes, Brother He, what are you still doing?" I'm young and can't count." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan also said.
This method didn't work, so Zhu Pingan had to find another way.
"My eldest aunt and my fourth aunt both have silver hairpins. My mother has been coveting them for a long time, but she just hasn't saved enough money." Zhu Ping'an's eyes seemed to reflect his mother Chen's envy of his eldest aunt and his fourth aunt. The scene is quite contagious.
Father Zhu also thought about Mrs. Chen at home. He had paid a lot for this family and it was time to save some money to make his wife happy. Besides, this time the bamboo weaving money handed over to the family was more than before. That's ten more articles, isn't it?
In the end, Father Zhu nodded in agreement. He carefully divided the money into two parts and put the one that was handed over to his family aside. The other part including the money containing honeysuckle was carefully wrapped and placed in Zhu Ping'an's small backpack. Inside, cover it with the grass left by the cows.
Before returning home from town, Father Zhu bought some oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea at bargain prices at the market, as well as some other daily necessities.
Zhu Pingan also bought two meat buns, wrapped them in paper and carefully placed them under the backpack to cover them.
Father Zhu thought the child was greedy and asked.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Ping'an replied, "The meat buns I had in the morning were delicious. I want to take them back to my mother to try."
This made Zhu's father's face feel a little hot, and his younger son They all remembered to bring something for Mrs. Chen, but he didn’t even think of taking the initiative to buy something for Mrs. Chen.
Fortunately, it is not too late to remedy the situation. Because Zhu’s father doesn’t have much money, he can’t buy some jewelry or other things to please Chen, but he can buy some cloth and let Chen give it to him. It’s still okay to make two new sets of clothes. Thinking of Mrs. Chen's charming appearance in her new clothes, Father Zhu grinned.
There was a cloth shop not far from the stall. Father Zhu led his two sons into the cloth shop. The store covers an area much larger than that of the medicine hall. As soon as you enter, you are dazzled by the colorful cloth inside.
"Your Majesty, you are here to buy cloth, please come over here."
The store clerk was also very transparent, and did not guide Zhu's father and the others to the silk weaving area, but directly guided Zhu's father. They went to the moderately priced cotton section.
“These are authentic Songhu cotton fabrics, purchased directly from Songjiang Prefecture. They are exquisite, strong and beautiful. They are popular whether they are used to make clothes or bedding, and the price is also affordable. "The store clerk is eloquent and has a strong ability to observe people's words, as if he can see what Zhu's father is thinking. Finally, he emphasized that the price is affordable.
Songjiang Mansion is popular all over the world, and Huang Daopo has made great contributions to Jiuzhou. Sure enough, I didn't expect that Songjiang cotton has spread as far as the Kaoshan town at the foot of the mountain.
"How much does this kind of cloth cost?" Father Zhu asked, pointing to a piece of cotton with a peach blossom white background.
“It costs 120 bucks a piece.” The store clerk replied, “This piece of cloth can be used to make 8 tops, and 12 pieces if it is made of culottes. It is very cost-effective.”
< br>In the Ming Dynasty, one piece of cloth was equal to four feet, and one foot was ten feet. If converted into modern units, one foot was 0.31 meters, which means that one piece of cloth was about twelve meters. (End of this chapter)