Lady forced to seek prince

Chapter 41 Familiarity
Zhao Luoyang wrote two letters to the villagers to figure out why there were fewer men in the village.

The middle-aged men of this Qianjia Village were urgently recruited by the government to build the city wall.

The first lady Qian who spoke to her was the mother in the village. No wonder everyone asked her for advice.

The people in Qianjia Village are quick-witted and have a good relationship with the government office. Although the city wall is being built, each person will pay more than 80 Wen per day.

In two more months, the people of Qianjia Village should return.

After writing a few letters, Zhao Luoyang ran out of paper, and Mrs. Qian immediately had someone fetch it from her home.

Without her paper, she still had to give [-] pennies, and Zhao Luoyang naturally earned it.

Every time he finished writing a letter, Zhao Luoyang would read it over and wait until the villagers were satisfied before handing over the letter.

Mrs. Qian always sat beside Zhao Luoyang. After listening to a few letters, she nodded. The little girl was indeed literate. It seemed that what the little girl said before was true.

Without any precautions, Mrs. Qian felt that it was really not easy for this group of people to relocate.

Especially the little girl in front of her, whose clothes were tattered, her hair was messy, and her face was not very clean. From a distance, she looked like a homeless person.

"After writing the letter, come to my house," said Mrs. Qian. "They know where my house is. I have some things in my house that you can sell to the city."

Zhao Luoyang hurriedly thanked Mrs. Qian.

The old lady Qian waved her hand and said, "They are all from Zhuang households, so there is no way to be so polite. When I look at you, I think of that newly married granddaughter. She also knows how to read."

"Sister, I wrote ten letters in total," Zhao Yuanrang said with uncontrollable joy in his eyes. "There are ninety pennies, two old clothes, three pairs of straw sandals and two bowls of coarse grains."

The old clothes are patches and patches, but the cloth is expensive, and these are more than [-] cents. Moreover, no matter whether it is a milk, a mother, or a aunt, he has a good needle and thread. After dismantling the clothes and mending them, he can make pants for his younger brothers.

Zhao Yuan's eyes brightened, but this time it was not in vain.

It's more profitable than selling eggs to Mrs. Song. Even if Dad and the others can get back all the baggage they threw away last night, their family is short of these. He usually doesn't dare to take too many steps on the road, why?The crotch of the trousers has leaked, and the mother has repaired it again and again, but the cloth is rotten, and I can't tell when I suddenly grinned.

There are still so many ways forward, how many pairs of pants can be worn anywhere?Nobody knows.

Therefore, all the fabrics of the Zhao family are used on adults, and the crotch of adults is shabby, children, so be it!

Adults think so, children are not happy.

Who wants to be naked?Not to mention being bitten by mosquitoes, they also have a face.Now that there are old cloths, at least two pairs of pants are ruined.

Zhao Luoyang asked Zhao Yuanrang to clean up the pen and ink, while he went to Mrs. Qian's house.

Madam Qian was already sitting in the yard waiting for her.

There are several bamboo baskets on the ground.

"Rice and flour," Mrs. Qian said, "both came down this year. You can sell them in the city! A bucket of new rice in the city can be sold for 74 yuan. I count seventy yuan. There is a stone here. Your fourth uncle will carry it."

"The flour is very expensive, and it's troublesome to grind. I don't have much at home, but if I meet a good buyer in the city, I can sell it for more than eighty cents a pound. There are about ten kilograms here," said Mrs. Qian after thinking for a moment. "Even if you have eighty cents a pound."

Zhao Luoyang walked over to look at it. The flour in Mrs. Zhao's house did look different. The flour looked white and fine. In the past, Mrs. Zhao had a serious illness. Go buy some noodles.

Mrs. Yang bought the noodles, and when she came back, she said, "Rich people eat this. I heard that there are better ones. This pound of noodles can be exchanged for a bucket of rice."

The noodles from Mrs. Qian's house looked better than those bought by Mrs. Yang back then, and they would definitely sell for a high price.

I don't know if the flour in the system can be compared to the flour from Mrs. Qian's house?
Mrs. Qian said, "When you go to the market, if someone asks, you can say that it is made of pure wheat. Those who understand will buy it, and those who don't understand will ignore it."

Zhao Luoyang said: "Is the price of flour all the same in the city? I used to eat miscellaneous noodles at home, and they were very thick. I have never seen such noodles."

"Naturally it's different," said Mrs. Qian. "If some are ground finer, they will be more expensive. They can be sold for a hundred cents a pound. To say that wheat is not expensive, but it is too troublesome to grind it like this. It's not that rich people won't buy it. But people who are too rich won't buy it. They can't trust us, so they buy them all for the next person to grind."

Zhao Luoyang said to the old lady Qian, "Thank you, Grandma."

The sound of "Grandma" made people feel comfortable, and Mrs. Qian said with a smile: "Whether you can sell the money, it's up to you, and I'm not at a loss. But... If you don't have enough money, you can stay here alone. When I go to the market to sell the things, I will send the money over."

Zhao Luoyang said that everyone wanted to pool money to buy livestock: "My father should have money in his hand. When they go down the mountain, I will go and ask my father to come."

In fact, she had enough silver on her body. One stone of rice was seven hundred cents, and ten catties of noodles were only eight hundred cents. She still had silver on her body.

The reason why she gave all the money from the milk to her fourth uncle was because she knew that only by using her own money as the capital would the earned money system be recognized.

The milk money was hot on her waist, and the system didn't count it as hers. On the way here, she even tested it, giving out her money and taking it back, the system would not increase the wealth value, that is, Said that the money she earned can only be counted once.

This is what Shi Jiu said, you can't cheat.

At least not so blatantly cheating.

The old lady Qian said: "If you want to buy livestock, don't go directly to the West Market. I'll tell you about a fur shop. The shopkeeper there is surnamed Wang. People, let him help you choose two good donkeys, you are dressed like this, you look like foreigners, and you will definitely be deceived when you arrive in the West City."

Zhao Luoyang was happy in his heart, and his smile deepened.

Mrs. Qian looked at it for a while and said, "Poor girl, you must be smart in dressing up." She all wanted to keep this girl in Qian's Village. Just based on this girl's cleverness, who would marry and not make a fortune?
Her family is not a good match for the boy, her family is not lucky.

"Bring more water on your way to Taozhou," said Mrs. Qian, "Don't look at the rain just now, but I'm not sure about this place. I've lived here all my life, and it's a common occurrence that a severe drought occurs after a heavy rain. , Without water, people can't live, and animals have to lie down."

Zhao Luoyang listened carefully: "Grandma, I remember."

Mrs. Qian pointed to the east house: "There is a basin in the house. I need to wash it with some water, and I will go out to sell food later. This is not acceptable."

Zhao Luoyang was not polite, and together with Zhao Yuanrang, they carried the basin out and filled it with water.

Looking at the water basin, it's no wonder that old lady Qian said that, she made nothing like anyone else.

The Shi Jiu in Zhao Luoyang's mind just happened to look over there. There was a figure in the water basin, with messy hair and dirty face, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.

Her cheeks were slightly thin, her lips were raised, and a slight sip could reveal a small round dimple, making her look like she was smiling.

Zhao Luoyang's appearance is indeed very pleasing, and people can't help but feel close.

Even he was lost for a moment, and something suddenly flashed in Shi Jiu's mind.

This face looked familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it?Did he know Zhao Luoyang before?Or have you seen her appearance accidentally?

Or was he mistaken?He had seen similar looks before, after all this face was not that special.

After using several basins of water, Zhao Luoyang washed his face.

Really dirty.

If you are thin-skinned, you can't be ashamed. Obviously, Zhao Luoyang will not be like this. After being a "fool" for many years, he has long ignored the eyes of others.

While waiting for Zhao Yuanrang, Zhao Luoyang was already talking to Mrs. Qian.

Zhao Luoyang said: "We came here to hear about the epidemic. You have to be careful. We will only leave when we come back from the city. If you are missing something, I can also bring it back to you."

Old lady Qian said with a smile: "I don't lack anything here, you can ask other people in the village."

Mrs. Qian sold all the rice and noodles at home to outsiders, and the rest of Qianjia Village felt relieved and took out the things they were going to sell.

Zhao Luoyang exchanged the money he brought for the noodles from Mrs. Qian's house and bought some eggs.

She can handle these things, and then she evenly distributes some of them and asks Zhao Yuanrang to help her carry them. Anyway, the big head is with her. Even if the system is not the ones carried by the younger brother, she can still make money.

Zhao Xueyi and Zhao Luoyang collected things separately, while Zhao Yuanji stood at the head of the village, waiting for Zhao Xueli and the others.

So Zhao Xueli, Nie Shuang and others went down the mountain and saw Zhao Yuanji who kept waving to him.

"Second Uncle," Zhao Yuanji said, "we are here."

Zhao Xueli looked at Zhao Yuanji, who was excited, and then looked at the villagers who smiled at them. What were the fourth brother and sister Luo doing?

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