Farmhouse nan nan fortune is prosperous

Chapter 128

"Okay, take your time to think about it. If you can't figure it out, that's it. You'll understand later on. We're going home for dinner. We're eating red bean buns at noon." Fu Bao left after finishing speaking, pulling Wen Heng.

Zhou Zhe on the side also heard something.

Because the weather has gotten warmer these two days and the snow has started to melt, even though I was careful on the way home, I couldn't avoid getting wet shoes.

When they got home, Fu Bao and Wen Heng's shoes were soaked.

"Hurry up and put on new shoes. Thanks to the busy schedule this year, I made two more pairs of cotton shoes." Mrs. Zhang Wang hurriedly handed over the shoes when she saw the two people coming back.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

The two spoke in unison.

The cold feet were wearing new shoes, and they were very warm. "Sister-in-law, are these shoes roasting on the fire, and they are still warm inside?"

"That's right, your sister-in-law put it next to the stove to bake in advance." Xiao Li said with a smile.

"Sister-in-law three, why are you back? Aren't you selling tofu in Fucheng?" Fu Bao was puzzled. He started selling tofu after the lo mei couldn't be sold before.

Because the road is difficult to walk, I try not to go home as much as possible.

"The beans are almost gone, so I'll come back with your third brother and Xiao Wu to see if you want to pull some more soybeans over." Xiao Li said while bringing a basket of Zamian bean buns to the dining table.

Fu Bao understood.

The two of them walked into the living room holding hands, and they heard old man Zhang and Zhang Xiaowu arguing for some reason, the voice was quite loud.

"Father, not much, just another two hundred catties of soybeans. We still have so much in our granary. Besides, the price of this tofu in Fucheng is very high." Zhang Xiaowu explained anxiously.

Seeing Fu Bao and Wen Heng coming back, old man Zhang immediately put on a smiling face.

"Fubao is back, are you hungry? I'll have dinner in a while."

Zhang Xiaowu was speechless, he was talking about business now.

"father……"

"It's not negotiable, we can keep the soybeans for ourselves." Old man Zhang refused mercilessly.

Wen Heng didn't know what came to mind, and said, "Fifth brother, I just heard you say that the price of Fucheng tofu is very high, what does that mean?"

"There are very few small merchants and hawkers in Fucheng now. Because of the heavy snow, the nearby villagers don't go to Fucheng to sell things. In addition, there are no green leafy vegetables in winter, so this tofu is very popular."

"Tofu can be stewed with meat, made into soup, or stir-fried, so demand exceeds supply."

"There's also that dried bean curd, and someone ordered it many days in advance."

Zhang Xiaowu's eyebrows were beaming when he said that.

"I did the math, and my current income is three times what it was a year ago."

"Fifth Brother, although there are a lot of soybeans at home, if disaster strikes, no amount of money will be of any use," Fu Bao said.

Fu Bao thought of the history he had learned before. In the [-]th century, there was a great famine in Henan, which lasted for three full years.

How many people were displaced and how many people were starved to death.

"Didn't the family save so much..." Zhang Xiaowu scratched his head.

"There is food in the house and you can't move it. Why don't you buy it from Fucheng?" Fu Bao continued to ask.

Zhang Xiaowu looked embarrassed.

"I bought the grain store in Fucheng before..." It turned out that Zhang Xiaowu took away fifty catties of soybeans from home for the first time.

Later, I always bought it in Fucheng.

But now, the grain shops in Fucheng are out of soybeans.

You have to wait for it to be collected, but no one goes to the city to sell it...

"Look, there are no more soybeans in the grain store, which means there is a shortage. How can we sell our own soybeans? This business is over." Fu Bao gave his fifth brother a blank look.

What a pig's brain, getting into the eyes of money.

I only thought about making money and didn't think about other things.

"That's fine." It's not that Zhang Xiaowu didn't know the importance of food at this time, he was just dazzled by the short-term benefits.

Because the sales of tofu were particularly good, he asked Liu Hui to take Liu Xiaomei to Fucheng to help.

If he doesn't sell it now, he has to go to Fucheng to explain and get everyone to come back.

"By the way, Fubao, this is the dividend that shopkeeper Yang asked me to send you." Zhang Xiaowu took out 200 taels of silver bill after speaking.

Full of envy.

"In the town, the shops that sell food are not doing very well, because the roads are inconvenient, so many ingredients are in short supply, but this teahouse is the only one that has a really good business."

"It's entertainment, and there is no shortage of rich people in Fucheng. During this heavy snowfall, there is nothing to do, so don't they all go to the teahouse to listen to books." Fu Bao said with a smile.

That's great, sure enough, the entertainment industry is hugely profitable no matter what era it is in.

"You're right. There are too many people listening to the book. Shopkeeper Yang is going to open a night show. He said that if he opens a night show, he will make more money."

"En." Fu Bao responded.

It didn't take long for the food to be ready, and they gathered around the table, eating happily.

at the same time.

The village chief took his son Dazhu and his wife to the town after lunch early.

The snow melted and the road was muddy. The father and son walked for about an hour to arrive.

When we arrived at the gate of the city, there was no one there, only a few people who seemed to be from nearby villages, carrying burdens and walking into the city.

"Father, why is this town so quiet." It wasn't the first time Qian Dazhu came to the town, but it was the first time after the Chinese New Year.

No matter which time I came here before, it was always lively and lively, not to mention crowded, but at least the voices of various vendors hawking and bargaining can be heard endlessly.

"Let's go and have a look." The village chief also had some bad premonition in his heart.

into the city.

Although the merchants on both sides of the road were open, there were very few customers, and the waiters in the shop were all downcast and listless.

"Oh, this cabbage is only one penny per catty in previous years, but this year is not a special situation. Five pennies per catty can't be any cheaper."

An aunt selling vegetables yelled.

Hearing this price, the village chief was shocked, because cabbage is so expensive.

"Let's make it cheaper."

"Get out of the way if you don't want it, we will buy it."

Immediately, the few people around pushed the man who was bargaining aside, and snapped up a few cabbages on the stall.

A few people came from other places, saw that it was gone, and asked when they would come again.

Seeing that the cabbage was selling so well, Qian Dazhu's mind became active.

"Father, there are so many cabbages in our cellar, let's sell them too."

The village head glared at his simple-minded and silly son, didn't answer, and walked towards the yamen on his own.

There was no one to be seen along the way.

But when he walked to the gate of the yamen, he saw a dozen people standing at the gate.

Take a closer look and recognize several of them.

"Qian Gui, why are you here?" The person who came was Wang Fu, the head of Wangjia Village.

"Why can't I come? What are there so many people doing here?" Qian Gui asked in confusion, and he looked carefully.

These people seem to be the village chiefs of several villages within the jurisdiction of Qingshan Town.

"The mountain next to our Wangjia Village had an avalanche at night, and four houses were buried. Fortunately, there were no casualties."

Qian Gui frowned.

"There's also an avalanche in our village." Qian Gui looked around after speaking, "Why are you at the door, why don't you go in?"

(End of this chapter)