It is difficult for the farmer's sister

Chapter 317
In the next few days, Song Er and Song Jinyu followed Meng Mingzhou and Liu De to buy sweet potato vines.The sweet potatoes planted by the farmers in previous years, people with pigs will keep the sweet potato vines to feed pigs in winter, but after all, there are only a few pigs in a village, so whenever they hear that someone spends money to buy sweet potato vines for firewood, the villagers will rush to buy sweet potatoes. sell.

It's just that in a remote village surrounded by mountains on three sides, Meng Mingzhou and the others did not have such a smooth ride.

"Hey, my son, is what this kid said true? Does the sweet potato vine really cost five catties and a penny?"

The old village head was still not convinced. He didn't look at Meng Mingzhou who said he wanted to buy sweet potato vines, but instead looked at Song Er who was standing aside. He thought Meng Mingzhou was a child, and he was probably talking nonsense. After all, in their eyes, sweet potato vines were just a pot It's just firewood for the stove.

Song Er opened the fan with a snap, and smiled coquettishly, "This old man, it's true, we really want to buy sweet potato vines."

Song Jinyu saw it out of the corner of his eye, and twitched involuntarily, thinking in front of some villagers, why are you pretending to be suave?

With Song Er's confirmation, the old village chief also bowed his head in thought, and did not continue to ask, and the surrounding villagers immediately started whispering.

Villager [-], "What he said is true, so my sweet potato vines weigh two to three hundred catties, which means that they can be exchanged for dozens of yuan? Oh, so this year's Chinese New Year, the family can cut a few catties of meat to eat. ··········"

Villager [-], "Your family only has two to three hundred catties of sweet potato vines? My family has more than yours, seven to eight hundred catties."

Villager three, "Oh, why do you have so many houses..."

"Did you forget? My family opened a piece of land on the mountain this year and specially planted some sweet potatoes."

The old village head listened to the discussion of the villagers behind him, and felt very sad. The families in his village were all allocated and resettled by the fleeing government, so there was no ethnic group, and they were all people with mixed surnames. Every year, the poor sold their sons and daughters, just to have mouth to eat.This is someone who can make every household in the villagers a little income, as long as it is true, he is willing...

"Young master, I would like to ask, how many sweet potato vines do you need?"

Song Er glanced at Meng Mingzhou, and Meng Mingzhou stepped forward and said, "How much do you have, how much do we want."

The old village chief paused as he stroked his beard, and asked in surprise, "Both?"

Meng Mingzhou nodded, and repeated confirmation, "All of them."

The old village chief didn't stroke his beard anymore, and looked at Meng Mingzhou in disbelief, "Boy, you have to know that although there are only 46 households in our village, a family has at least two or three hundred catties of sweet potato vines, and at least a thousand catties of sweet potato vines. It's five catties and one penny, so if you calculate it, you'll need a lot of silver..."

Meng Mingzhou, "I know, we want them all, but we can't take them all at once, so we need you to deliver them to your door."

"Well, of course, you won't be allowed to deliver it for free. A cart can hold about a thousand catties, and I will give you ten cents for your hard work. As for who will deliver it, it depends on your own arrangements."

Hearing that the wages were paid for the delivery, the villagers on the side "coaxed" and started talking again!

The old village chief glanced at the villagers next to him, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Can you make a written statement?"

Meng Mingzhou raised his eyebrows, "Of course."

The old village head lowered his head and asked his grandson to go home to fetch the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and moved a table from the nearest house, and waited for the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to be brought over. Meng Mingzhou.

Meng Mingzhou smiled, and in front of everyone, he wrote the deed in a smooth manner, signed his name on it, pressed his finger prints, dried the ink on the door, and handed it to the old village head.

The old village chief took it over, read it carefully, saw the writing on it, his eyes flickered, then nodded without a trace, and then folded the deed and put it away.

"Okay, then we will arrange people to deliver it to you today. There are few cars in our village and it is far away from your Sujia Village, so it may take a few days to finish the delivery."

Meng Mingzhou counted the money and handed it over to the old village head, "Okay, but it's also clearly written in my contract. I only pay five hundred Wen now, and I have to send all the sweet potatoes and vines for the rest of the money. Only pay the rest of the money after the weight."

The old village head took the money and said as it should, "Of course, the money and the goods are equal, I understand."

Song Er, who was observing from the side, touched the tip of his nose with a fan and whispered to his nephew, "It seems that this old village chief is literate."

Song Jinyu said "Ah?", and looked at Song Er in a daze, "Is literacy abnormal? Our housekeepers are all literate..."

Song Er glanced at Song Jinyu, smiled meaningfully, and then looked at the location of the village, surrounded by mountains on three sides, who can appear literate and sensible, can't help but make people think... ··
After bidding farewell to the old village head, several people were sitting in Song Er's carriage. Song Jinyu asked Meng Mingzhou who was sitting on the outermost side, "Brother Mingzhou, we have traveled to a dozen villages recently, and the sweet potato vines we bought are also available. Is it ten thousand catties? Isn’t it enough?”

Meng Mingzhou was looking down at the old village head just now. When he was writing the deed, he found that the paper that the old village head's grandson gave him was not the ordinary paper that he saw on the market, but high-quality rice paper.A piece of ordinary rice paper is bought outside, and it costs tens of pennies to buy a piece of meat, not to mention the price of rice paper that grows. How can it be a village surrounded by mountains on three sides and with blocked traffic? What should be there? ? ?It's really weird...

Seeing that Meng Mingzhou ignored him, Song Jinyu thought he hadn't heard, so she started calling again, "Brother Mingzhou, brother Mingzhou..."

Suddenly hearing Song Jinyu calling him, Meng Mingzhou hurriedly raised his head and said, "That's enough, we can go home now."

Song Jinyu looked at Meng Mingzhou strangely, "Oh, but what were you thinking just now? I have called you several times."

Meng Mingzhou looked at Song Jinyu and Song Er, who had been smiling all the time, and shook his head, "No, I just thought, this village is the poorest among the villages I've run around in the past few days."

Song Jinyu had no doubts about him, and nodded in agreement, "That's right, in the whole village, there is not a single family's yard. They are made of decent bricks and tiles, and they are all adobe and thatched houses."

Song Er closed his fan, tapped the palm of his hand, and replied casually, "Isn't there a good one? Although it is also adobe, the roof of his house is tiled."

"Ah? Is there? Why didn't I see it?"

Meng Mingzhou, "It's the old village chief's home."

Song Jinyu was stunned, "Oh, really."

(End of this chapter)