What is the origin of Chapter 258
"Village chief, then..." Some villagers still wanted to ask.
Bai Dashan interrupted: "What's the rush? My aunt is definitely busy and will reply to us later."
This has never happened before. Although the villagers were a little anxious, they thought about following a few people, so they calmed down.
By noon, there was still no reply, and the newly written letters from the village had not been taken away. The villagers suddenly became unable to sit still.
Not being able to reply after reading is not a big problem, but not even reading is a big problem.
"Is something going to happen to my aunt?"
As soon as these words came out, other villagers immediately glared: "Can you speak?"
Bai Dashan: "What nonsense are you talking about? Auntie, a lucky person has her own destiny!"
Aunt Six also stared and shouted unhappily: "Whatever you said, slap me!"
Bai Dahua, who just spoke faster than his brain, regretted it as soon as he spoke it. Now he hurriedly smacked his mouth and said repeatedly: "The bad ones don't work, the good ones work. My aunt will live a long life for thousands of generations..."
Baitao was having a great time, watching flying kites, wrestling, horse training competitions, wrestling, and fire-breathing performances...
After crossing over, I took people along to escape the famine. The towns I passed were either not allowed to enter, or they were also affected by disasters and chaos. There was no entertainment and excitement anywhere.
She was so happy to see such excitement.
Halfway through, when it was time to deliver goods to the Jiang tribe, Baitao seemed to remember that she had forgotten something and had not done anything, but before she could remember, people from other tribes came to buy things after hearing the news.
So Baitao simply took Bai Tiechui and others to set up a stall at the Snow Mountain Festival to sell large calico and some daily necessities, especially salt, iron pots, and tea.
Baitao has set up a stall, and Tao Jiaren is naturally helping to look at the things.
The big iron pot once became a hot-selling product at the Snow Mountain Festival market, and almost everyone who heard about it rushed to buy one or two bites.
"This big iron pot is really thick." The speaker felt proud as he held the pot that he had just managed to squeeze out of the crowd.
The people who were still squeezing outside the crowd looked at it and immediately cast envious eyes: "Such a big iron pot, the blacksmith who made it is really good."
"I want two mouthfuls."
"I want three bites."
Some of them are bought by oneself, some are given as gifts, and some are given to neighbors.
After all, nomadic people roam and graze for many years, and their residences are unstable. Iron pots, salt, tea and other items are extremely important to them.
It doesn't cost much to buy an iron pot from the mall. Baitao can earn 200 coins from a big iron pot.
Nomadic tribes need tea to supplement vitamins and are not as particular about drinking tea as in the Central Plains.
Therefore, the tea leaves ordered by Baitao are all of ordinary grade. If they are resold, they can earn a price difference of 300 yuan per pound of tea.
As for cotton and cloth, not to mention, everyone who came to ask didn't buy it.
Yanba, Baitao still has some conscience, and only made five times the price difference.
Even so, it is extremely cheap for these people, after all, such snow-white and fine snow salt.
So some people bought two or three sacks, put a bundle of salt on their horses, dropped the silver ingots and ran away, for fear that Baitao would regret it.
By the time Baitao remembered it, four or five days had passed.
Baitao: "It's over, I forgot about home. The people in the village must not know how anxious they are."
Bai Tiechui and others looked at each other in shock when they heard this, and they didn't think about it.
The main reason is that letters from the village usually don't have anything important to do. If my aunt doesn't tell them, they won't know about it.
Bai Xiaocao felt a little guilty. The replies were all written by her. It wasn't that she didn't remember it, but she thought there was no letter. "Quick, quick, Xiaocao, get a pen and paper quickly."
What was the last letter from the village about?
Baitao quickly glanced at the brocade box on the table in the warehouse. Well, it was a thick stack. After counting, there were more than a dozen seals.
She read each letter one by one. At first, the villagers' tone was quite normal: "Auntie, the letter is auspicious; Auntie, please see Xin'an; I say hello to my aunt..."
Later, I became obviously anxious. Later, the beginning of each letter was: "Auntie, are you okay?"
"Auntie, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Auntie, why didn't you believe me yesterday?"
"Auntie, was the Snow Mountain Festival fun?"
"Auntie, if you are busy, just say a word."
"Auntie, if you really don't have time, just read the letter and take it away."
"Auntie, are you still there?"
"Auntie, please be sure nothing happens to you."
"Auntie, if you need us to do anything, just tell us."
"Woo, aunt, when will you come back?"
The villagers were obviously anxious and had lost their usual interest in talking about their family's affairs. They didn't even mention the business situation in the shop in the letter, as if they were afraid that Baitao would be tired.
Baitao didn't know this at this time, because there was no news about her, and the villagers seemed to have lost their backbone, and they were all panicking.
The people from Bai Shanquan who tied up the big man and came back couldn't help but attribute this matter to Sister Bai, who was so tough on the big man.
Could it be...
Therefore, several people came to the wooden house where the big man was locked up from time to time to inquire about it.
But they asked around and couldn't find any useful information.
The big guy is not stupid either. There is no need to say anything unnecessary. He just said the same thing over and over again: "My sister Bai is very powerful."
Before, the people in Taohua Village would have thought nothing of it. No one was as powerful as our aunt.
But because there was no news about Baitao, the villagers had all kinds of suspicions and random thoughts, and their attitude towards the big man became more cautious.
The more information they couldn't get out of the big man's mouth, the more uneasy the people in Peach Blossom Village became.
Who is that Miss Bai?
Could it be that this strange person, Sister Bai, dealt with our aunt?
Bai Shanquan and the others were even more upset. If it was because they beat up this big man and made the aunt embarrassed, then it would be unfilial on their part.
Although the big man was locked up in the wooden house, except for the first two days, his treatment changed starting from the third day. Although he was not a popular person, he was given three meals a day, and whatever the villagers ate, he was given a portion.
In the words of the villagers, if this big sister Bai really made things difficult for our aunt, then since we didn’t make things difficult for the big person, our aunt would also be able to eat better.
When the villagers inquired with the big man, the big man also got some information from their words.
These people's aunt is missing?
That's great, just say that aunt is not worthy of carrying shoes for his sister Bai.
People in this village are not very smart when they regard a five-year-old baby as their aunt and still obey her orders.
But in ancient times, there was little education in remote areas. Even big guys seemed to be able to understand what they knew.
Didi didi, here it comes.