Chapter 19 Returning Home
This price is a bit expensive for a farmer to buy one. If it costs more than a hundred cents, my wife will not be happy when she returns home. Then buy less. If you buy half a horse, it will be enough for Chen to make two or three sets of clothes.
"Then you give me half a horse." Father Zhu thought for a while and asked, "Can it be cheaper?"
The store clerk thought for a moment and looked at the direction of the counter. He whispered, "I can see that my eldest brother is trying to trick my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law is lucky. I Our shopkeeper knows that if our relatives come to buy cloth, we can give it a few cents cheaper. When you pay the bill later, you can tell me that you are my seventh aunt’s cousin’s cousin, and I’ll give you half a piece of cloth. You are cheap, but if you pay too much, it will be really bad.”
How fake!
Zhu Pingan curled his lips. He clearly saw the eye contact between you and the shopkeeper just now.
"Okay, thank you, brother." Zhu's father was looking at the cotton cloth he was going to bring for Chen. He didn't notice the eye contact between the store clerk and the shopkeeper. After hearing the store clerk's words, he returned it So moved.
Just because Zhu’s father doesn’t care doesn’t mean that Zhu Ping’an has no ideas. I remembered the story about the Qidian female channel that I watched before, where the heroine could always buy some rags and scraps at a very cheap price in this kind of cloth shop. Make money by sewing purses. Although I can’t sew purses, my mother, Mrs. Chen, and others can.
I scanned it, and sure enough, there were a lot of discarded corner fabrics under the counter. They were not big, about the size of a palm, and they couldn’t be used for anything, so store owners generally didn’t care about them. The shop is wrinkled and dirty from the customers who go there.
"Well, can you give me some rags to play with?" Zhu Pingan stretched out his chubby paws, pointed at the dirty rags under the counter and asked in a curious voice.
The shop assistant took a look at Zhu Pingan's fingers and realized, oh, it turned out to be discarded scraps.
“Oh, you can pick them up and play with them yourself.” The store clerk said nonchalantly that he can make the decision on these things because they are too small to do anything. The shopkeeper doesn’t want them either, so he still has to spend his time. Clean it and throw it away. Since the child is curious, let's play with it. After all, he has made money from his father.
You don’t have to spend a penny, this advantage will not go to waste.
As a result, Zhu Ping'an hugged his small backpack and ran over. He felt his butt stuffing into the backpack, and pressed it hard to leave space before stuffing it.
Not only was Zhu Pingchuan embarrassed this time, but even Zhu's father, who handed over the money to pay the bill, blushed terribly.
The shop clerk didn't care and said casually, "Don't worry, sir. They are just rags and not worth much money."
Everything was sorted and put on the ox cart and went back. The sun gradually sets in the west. Zhu's father swung his whip and drove the bullock cart on the return journey. He whipped it in the air and was reluctant to hit the cow. He was still humming a tuneless song.
Zhu Pingan was sitting on the bullock cart, looking at the dazzling array of daily necessities on the cart, and then looking at his full little backpack. He had gained a lot, and his heart was filled with happiness. .
When I got home, there was already sparse smoke from cooking in the mountain village, and someone was starting to cook dinner in the evening.
Before the car entered the door, I heard the chirping sound of my fourth aunt.
"Ah, the second brother is back. How much did it cost and what did you buy?"
If it were modern times, Zhu Ping'an would definitely recommend the fourth aunt to become an airport security inspector. Look, she checked everything on the carriage, including Zhu Ping'an's small backpack.
Fortunately, the backpacks were filled with rags from the cloth shop. The fourth aunt grabbed two large bags full of rags. She stopped angrily under Zhu Pingan’s gaze and did not find the rags underneath. secret.
Grandma came soon. First, she looked at what Zhu’s father had bought, and then asked about the bamboo weavings and mountain mushrooms she was selling.
Father Zhu answered one by one and handed over the wrapped copper coins.
After looking at the money, I found that there were more than ten yuan more than before. My grandmother was very satisfied and asked about the reason. Zhu's father told about Zhu Pingan's hawking situation, so his grandmother praised Zhu Pingan.
“Have the wild flowers of She’er been sold?” the fourth aunt asked with a smile, covering her mouth.
"Yes." Zhu Pingan raised his chubby face and smiled brightly.
The fourth aunt didn’t believe it at all. She thought it was a little kid who was embarrassed to talk nonsense, so she covered her mouth and laughed even more happily.
After his grandmother put things away, Father Zhu led his two sons back to the east wing with baskets on their backs.
"You're back. Why have you been here for so long? It's a little later than usual." Ms. Chen was sewing the crotch of another pair of Zhu Ping'an's crotchless pants. When she saw the three men coming back, she stopped her sewing and looked up. door.
Then Ms. Chen discovered that Zhu Ping'an closed the door of the wing with a squeak on his short legs.
"Why didn't you close the door when you were tired?" Mrs. Chen was very surprised when she saw this.
"Let's see if you like it. I brought it back to you from the town. I think it will look good if you make clothes."
At this time, Father Zhu stepped forward with a silly smile and took the clothes from the basket on his back. He took out half a piece of peach red cloth with a white background that he bought for Mrs. Chen and handed it to Mrs. Chen as if it were a treasure.
"It's so expensive. You're just spending your money in vain." Mrs. Chen complained, the smile on her face was unstoppable, but of course there was still distress in her eyes.
"Mom, this is for you." Zhu Pingan took the two meat buns wrapped in paper out of his little backpack.
"What is this?" Chen asked curiously.
“The meat buns in this town are delicious with soft noodles and fragrant fillings.” Zhu Ping’an lay on Mrs. Chen’s lap and grinned.
"You little bastard is spending money randomly. You and your brother should share the food. Mom won't eat." Mrs. Chen touched Zhu Ping'an's little head and smiled softly.
Zhu Pingan shook his head, "My brother and I were eating in the town."
Ms. Chen insisted on giving the meat buns to Zhu Pingan and his two brothers, but Zhu Pingan insisted on eating them. Mrs. Chen turned around to look at the situation. My son, Zhu Pingan, also nodded and said he had eaten.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Chen broke both meat buns in half and divided them into four portions, one for each person in the family of four.
Simple happiness, Zhu Ping'an's meat buns are many times more delicious than those eaten in town.
After eating the steamed buns, Father Zhu briefly told what happened in the town. When he mentioned that Father Zhu had left dozens of extra coins for his family this time, Mrs. Chen’s eyes lit up. This piece of wood can be regarded as an enlightenment.
But when Zhu's father said that the wild flowers picked by Zhu Pingan were sold in the town for more than a hundred cents, and that a nobleman rewarded him with two silver nuggets, Zhu Pingan knew that something was going to happen.
Sure enough, Mrs. Chen's two big eyes were staring at Zhu Ping'an with sparkling eyes, as if there were special effects flying out of her eyes.
"It's not safe for a kid like you to take so much money. Hand it over quickly." Mrs. Chen pinched her waist and looked very excited.
My little arms can’t twist my thighs.
A few minutes later, Mrs. Chen happily counted the money on the table.
"One, two, three, four, one hundred and eighteen." Mrs. Chen counted and felt something was wrong. She turned around and asked Zhu Ping'an, "Didn't you say one hundred and twenty cents?"
"Then two cents to buy. It's a meat bun." Zhu Ping'an had a dark look on his face.
"Yes." Chen nodded.
Something seems wrong? Chen always felt that he had forgotten something.
The next second, Mrs. Chen turned around and asked fiercely, "Where are the two silver naked men?"
Zhu Ping'an, the chubby boy, covered his pocket with his hands and stepped back, "Mom, can't you leave some for me?" Having money is not everything, but not having money is absolutely impossible.
Ms. Chen couldn't hear what Zhu Pingan was saying. Of course, even if she heard it, she would pretend that she didn't hear it.
Zhu Pingan’s chubby hands were tightly covering his pockets.
But
this is of no use.
"Bring it here, mother will leave it for you to save money to marry you a beautiful wife."
Ms. Chen smiled softly, but she was not merciful at all, picking up Zhu Ping'an one by one. The chubby hands covering his pocket were opened.
“My son is still capable.”
Looking at the two silver nuggets in his hand, Mrs. Chen smiled broadly and took a big sip on Zhu Pingan’s little fat face. (End of this chapter)