Nongmen lady has some fields

Chapter 879

"You just think about this all day long, you have hands and feet, a girl's family, you can't cook by yourself!"

Han Caiying curled her lips, "Father, how many times have I told you that I can't, I can't, I can't learn!"

Father Han clutched his chest, and if he continued talking to Han Caiying, he would probably be pissed off.

Forget it, forget about this dead girl.Instead, he changed the subject and continued to chat with the fifth son of the Han family.Ask clearly what kind of house the fifth son of the Han family plans to build, and how many rooms to build.

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When buying and selling fields in the village, they would always look for Father Zhang.

In order to sell the family's two acres of land, Mrs. Mu ran over to find Father Zhang.

Father Zhang smoked dry tobacco, and said to Mu, "If you sold the field a while ago, it would be easy to sell, but now there is a severe drought, and everyone is very worried. During the autumn harvest, there is no grain harvest, and food is a problem. Now everyone Those who have money in their pockets should hold the money in their hands quickly, so that they can exchange money for things when the time comes."

Mrs. Mu frowned, "Father Zhang, what do you mean, my field can't be sold?"

Father Zhang nodded, "Yes, a lot of people have come here these days and said they want to sell their fields. The villages next door are even worse, and they are almost running out of water. They want to sell their fields and run away from famine!"

Mrs. Mu was a little anxious, if the paddy field really couldn't be sold, where would she exchange money and send her family's eldest treasure to school!

Mrs. Mu had a frowning face, and the more he thought about it, the more sad he felt.

After finally convincing Dabao's father to sell the field, it's a good thing now, and the field can't be sold.

"Father Zhang, help me think of a way, I'm short of money!"

Father Zhang put down the dry tobacco in his hand, sighed, and said earnestly in Mu's language, "If you really want to sell it, you may be able to sell it, but I don't think you can sell it at a high price."

"Father Zhang, then you can help me estimate how much I can sell it for?"

Father Zhang was silent for a while, and said, "It can be sold for two taels of silver at most!"

"At most two taels?" Mrs. Mu exclaimed.

So little, it has shrunk by half!
Father Zhang snorted, "Don't think it's too little, it's just one or two taels of silver. I guess not many people will come to buy it. When the drought comes, you can take the silver with you, but you won't have to take the fields with you, right? "

"..."

Mrs. Mu knew that Zhang's father was telling the truth.It's just that the price of the money sold the previous month was not bad, and it has shrunk so much in such a short period of time, which made her a little unacceptable.

Mrs. Mu saw that he had no other choice at the moment, even if he sold it for two taels of silver, he could only sell it, so that her family's eldest treasure would be paid for going to school.

"Father Zhang, two taels is two taels. Later, you can ask me if anyone wants to buy it."

Just as Mrs. Mu finished speaking, he heard someone knock on the door of Father Zhang's house.

"Come in!" Father Zhang said.

I saw Erniang Qiu come in, followed by two children, as skinny as a stick.

Seeing Erniang Qiu coming, Father Zhang hurriedly asked what was going on.

Erniang Qiu said to Father Zhang with calm eyes, "I want to sell an acre of paddy fields."

Father Zhang said to Mu's next to him, "See, these days they are all talking about selling fields, and no one talks about selling fields."

Father Zhang also knows the situation of Qiu Er's family.

Qiu Erniang's husband died early, and fortunately the family left two acres of paddy fields, and the annual rations can be a little, so that the three mothers will not starve to death.

However, Erniang Qiu's daily life is still very tight.

(End of this chapter)