After picking up the daughter of the lucky star, the whole village prospered

Not long after, several waves of customers came to buy grapes. You three catties and I five catties, and soon sold out a basket of grapes.

Jiang Quan has already raised the price to [-] Wen a catty, and occasionally someone buys more and counter-offers and he sells it.

Grapes cannot be kept for a long time, and there are still many unpicked at home, so we must sell all the fruits quickly.

Two servants in soap clothes came again later, and each weighed ten catties and took them away.

By Shenshi, all three baskets of grapes had been sold out.

But some people still came to ask, most of them came after tasting the grapes bought by others.

"It's all sold out, come back later."

While explaining to the guests, Jiang Quan quietly asked his little cousin: "Would you like to bring the basket on the carriage?"

Ying Bao glared at him: "Don't move the one on the carriage, that one is for the Ming government."

Jiang Quan pursed his lips, seeing that the guests had left with regret, he began to tidy up the door panels.

After locking the shop, Jiang Quan and his elder brother took their little cousins ​​back to Plum Blossom Lane.

Plum Blossom Alley is not far from the shop, and there are several snack shops at the entrance of the alley.

Like Granny Jiang's mixed vegetable dumplings, Yang Datang, Zhou Fatzi's pepper mutton skewers, and mutton bun shop.

The brothers and sisters just ate all the way there, and their stomachs were full before they reached the door.

Jiang Quan bought another ten mutton buns for third uncle.

When I got home, I saw the carriage parked in the yard, the horses were slowly grazing in the corner, and the carpenter who was working at home had already returned from work.

Jiang Sanlang came back and tidied up the house, the little girl's room was also cleaned, the bed and furniture were neat and tidy, all newly made.

The pots and stoves in the kitchen are already full of smoke, and Jiang Cheng has been cooking and eating here recently.

"Third Uncle, we ate outside, this is for you." Jiang Quan handed the mutton buns wrapped in lotus leaves to Jiang Sanlang.

Jiang Sanlang took it over and sat at the table under the eaves of the corridor to open the lotus leaves.

"How are the grapes selling?" He asked while eating the buns.

Jiang Quan smiled triumphantly: "It's all sold out."

Jiang Sanlang was surprised: "Sold all three baskets?"

"Yes." Jiang Quan put the heavy bag on the table, "It's all here."

They bought a lot of delicious food outside just now, and they also used the money here.

Jiang Sanlang laughed and said, "Share the money among you brothers and sisters."

Jiang Quan cheered, picked up his bag and ran to the house to count the money.

This time the three baskets of grapes were sold for a total of more than 5000 Wen. After deducting the cost of several bamboo baskets, there was still [-] Wen left.

Jiang Quan divided the money into three parts. He, his younger cousin and elder brother each got [-] Wen, and the remaining [-] Wen was given to Jiang Jie.

After the money was distributed, it was already dark, and several people went back to their rooms to rest after washing.

The next day, Jiang Sanlang sent his daughter and youngest son to the gate of the county government office.

Today, it is not Jin Wu and Cheng San who are guarding the gate, but two unknown yamen servants.

Although the two were impatient, they still went in to report.

This time it was a middle-aged grandma who came out, she was stunned when she saw Ying Bao, and then she smiled and said: "It must be the little lady of the Jiang family."

Yingbao nodded: "Last time I agreed with Grandpa Wu that when my grapes are ripe, I will send some to the old man to taste. No, I brought some here."

Nanny: "Then come with me. It's a coincidence that you came today. If you come in the afternoon, Alang will not be free."

Then he said to Jiang Sanlang: "You move the things in."

Jiang Sanlang didn't say a word, he took down the grape basket and walked in.

Ying Bao dragged her younger brother to follow behind her father, and walked into the inner courtyard with the nun.

We still meet guests under the wisteria trellis in the yard, but this time there is an elderly couple sitting under the trellis.

The nanny said: "My family, Alang and my wife are enjoying the cool air, you two little ones, hurry up and see the ceremony."

Ying Bao recognized Mr. Wu, and the elderly woman next to him should be Mr. Wu's wife.

"Hello, Grandpa Wu, hello Granny Wu." Ying Bao politely greeted the two, and Jiang Jie beside him followed suit.

"Okay. This is your brother? Come here and let me see."

Mr. Wu was very happy, and introduced to his old wife: "This child is called Jiang Yingbao, and that should be her younger brother."

Mrs. Wu is about 60 years old, with white hair and a haggard complexion, much older than her grandma.

Ying Bao led her younger brother to Mrs. Wu and Mr. Wu, and said crisply, "Grandma Wu, Grandpa Wu, my brother's name is Jiang Jie."

Old lady Wu smiled: "You are Yingbao, you are such a smart child."

Turning to look at Jiang Jie, stretching out his hand to look at him, seeing that the child is white and tender, so cute, he was overjoyed, and asked softly, "How old is it?"

Jiang Jie: "Grandma, I'm almost five years old."

"Yo, it's almost five years old." Mrs. Wu narrowed her eyes with a smile, she really wanted to hold the child in her arms, but she was afraid that he would be abrupt, so she asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Jiang Jie nodded: "I have eaten, the mutton wontons that Dad brought us to eat."

Mrs. Wu was about to say something, Mr. Wu asked, "Jiang Jie, can you recite a thousand-character essay for me?"

Jiang Jie was taken aback, but thinking of his sister's explanation, he nodded immediately: "Okay."

Then I began to recite the thousand-character prose seriously.

Mr. Wu didn't interrupt him until the recitation was over.

Ying Bao peeked at Mr. Wu, and was relieved when he saw him stroking his beard and nodding.

After Jiang Jie recited a thousand-character essay, he looked eagerly at his sister and asked her silently when she would take him away.

Mr. Wu said again: "Jiang Jie, since you can recite, can you write silently?"

Jiang Jie nodded: "Yes!"

Their master likes to ask the students to write the text silently, and if they can't come out silently, they will play the handboard. He is afraid of typing, so he is always the first to finish silently.

Mr. Wu asked someone to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and motioned the little doll to do it himself.

Jiang Jie walked over, unfolded the paper, dripped water into the inkstone, and took an ink stick to grind it finely.

When the ink was almost ready, I picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink and began to write silently.

He wrote silently very seriously, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Old Mr. Wu walked over and watched beside him with his hands behind his back.

The handwriting is neat, the brushwork is exquisite, the strokes are chic and elegant, and the strokes are euphemistic and subtle, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

It is really rare for this child to have such a pen at such a young age.

Mr. Wu suddenly felt cherished, and couldn't help but look at the boy in front of him again.

At the age of only four years old, he has a tall and straight figure, a dignified face, and a very strict posture for holding a pen.

Even though he was standing next to him, he didn't seem to notice it, and he was only thinking about writing silently.

From this point of view, he should be a very self-disciplined child.

It is really rare for a farmer to have such a natural talent.

Seeing that Jiang Jie had silently written more than ten sheets of paper, Granny Wu gave her husband a glare.

Only then did Mr. Wu pat his little shoulder: "Okay, let's have a rest."

Jiang Jie finished the last sentence silently, then put down his pen, raised his head and asked, "Grandpa Wu, can I go back with my sister?"

His hands were sore from writing, and if he didn't go back, he was afraid that he would cry.