Pick up a daughter-in-law to farm

Chapter 730 Provocation, start dreaming

There are a lot of bamboo mountains around the cottage, and if you want to make dried bamboo shoots, there must be a lot.

However, when a family is rich, the eyes of other families will all focus on this one.

Although Sang Yue doesn't have the heart of the Virgin, but some things are not only for others, but also for herself.

After Zhuang Daniu went to Uncle Shuanglin's house the next day, he invited the village head into his house.

"Daniu, do you think it's time to start in a few days?" The village head's eyes lit up, what a great thing it is to be able to benefit the people in the village?
Zhuang Daniu smiled: "Well, it's a little early these days, and I'm afraid there are not many to be found on the mountain. Of course, if you can dig it these few days, we will also charge it, and the price will be set years ago."

Hearing the price, the village chief's face became serious...

The price mentioned years ago was not low. In previous years, when bamboo shoots were on the market, no one wanted a penny or five catties!
Zhang Changshan regards Zhuang Daniu as his own nephew. He thinks it is a good thing to benefit the villagers, but it is not okay to let this eldest nephew suffer.

The spring bamboo shoots on the mountain broke the ground immediately, but it was hard to find winter bamboo shoots. It would not be a problem for a big man to dig three to five hundred catties a day.

The changes in the family these days made Zhang Changshan a little bit exhausted, and he couldn't even eat for almost half a month.

But after taking the Qi Buqi pill given by Zhuang Daniu, Zhang Changshan not only felt that his whole body was full of strength, but he even found that the white hair on his temples had turned black...

Zhang Changshan didn't know what kind of good that medicine was, but he knew that it was definitely not cheap.

Seeing Zhuang Daniu asking such a high price, Zhang Changshan asked worriedly: "Daniu, the price agreed last year is a bit high, you can think about it carefully, so you don't lose money then."

My daughter-in-law said that ten catties of fresh bamboo shoots can be dried into one catty of dried bamboo shoots, even if there is a little loss, eleven catties of bamboo shoots can be dried into one catty of dried bamboo shoots, which is enough.

Zhuang Daniu said straightforwardly: "Uncle Village Chief, although we will not make a lot of money, we will never lose money. But please explain to Uncle Village Chief that these bamboo shoots must be cleaned up, otherwise I will not accept them." .”

Spring came late this year, from the end of February to Qingming Festival, we can dig spring bamboo shoots for half a month.

Which family in this family does not have several big laborers?

If the whole family works together, who can not add a few taels of silver?

The village head waved his hand: "Okay, leave this matter to me, and I will ring the bell in a while. When will the bamboo shoots start?"

The few bamboo shoots ordered for the first time can be delivered the day after tomorrow, and the bamboo shoots have to be cooked after they are returned. Zhuang Daniu said: "Today we have to make a big stove, and the harvest of bamboo shoots will start from three days."

At noon this day, the big bell in the village rang...

On a drying ground where the Zhang family lived, many villagers stood.

"Have you really started to charge? The price hasn't changed?"

Some people disagreed: "What has changed? Do you think the price is too high? You still have to clean it up, and you don't want to clean it up."

A conscientious person immediately retorted: "You don't have to dig if you don't think it's worthwhile, and the village head didn't say no to digging. Who sold the bamboo shoots on this mountain in the past? It costs two catties a penny, and a family digs three pounds a day." Five hundred catties, no problem at all, right?"

It’s not like I don’t know, but I was shocked: “It’s still more than ten or twenty days until Qingming! If we dig every day, we won’t have to worry about this year’s oil, salt and silver!”

"That's right, let's go home and prepare tools. This hoe has been useless for a long time, and I'm afraid it's rusted."

"Walk around, you can go up the mountain and dig some back later."

As soon as everyone heard it, they thought it was reasonable, and when they saw that the village chief had finished speaking, they rushed home in a hurry.

But some people don't think so.

Mrs. Zhuang was half lying on the bamboo chair in the yard: "I said old man, how did that bastard find a good way to make money? Why doesn't he pull his relatives?"

The day before yesterday, he received the Liu family's uncle's dinner, and he saw the life of his grandson now.

Now the old woman directly slapped him in the face, which made Mr. Zhuang look gloomy and unhappy: "Okay, okay, didn't you tell everyone to dig bamboo shoots? Tell the third child not to run around for a few days. They all go up to the mountain to dig, and you can’t move, so let the third family take their granddaughter-in-law and Sanhua to peel the shells at home. For more than ten days, you can always earn a few taels of silver.”

After lying on the kang for a long time, Mrs. Zhuang's temper became even stronger.

"A few taels of silver will make you look dazzled? Look at what they wear and eat in their nests. They are not extravagant? Where did the money come from? I heard that last year the mushrooms earned a lot of money, and they gave it away. I don’t know how much I have earned from the winter bamboo shoots that have been around for so long! This is a heartless thing, and I can’t imagine that his grandpa and grandma are still eating red pot!”

Mr. Zhuang was already upset in his heart, but when the old woman said this, his face became even more gloomy.

But he also knew that this grandson could no longer be won over.

"Okay, what's the use of talking? If you nag him, he will give you the money?"

Although Mrs. Zhuang's legs were broken, her brain was not broken.

She knew where the old man's bottom line was, and when she heard the sound, she knew that her solicitation had succeeded: "Go and tell Daniu to let Sanniu help him. Didn't they invite a lot of people when they collected the bamboo shoots last time?" Help? He knows how to take care of others, why can't he take care of his own cousin?"

Mr. Zhuang glanced at his old wife, with doubts in his heart: "What if he lets him go in and do it, it will only cost three to five hundred yuan a month? Then it's better to let San Niu go up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots."

Seeing that the old man listened to her words, Mrs. Zhuang was very pleased: "What are you afraid of? As long as he can let San Niu in!"

Then, she approached Mr. Zhuang and whispered her plan.

After listening to Mr. Zhuang, he took a surprise look at the old wife.

Back then, I bought this old woman because the two children were young, and he was a big man who didn't care about family affairs, so it was impossible without a woman in the family.Then he gritted his teeth and sold the gold hairpin that his mother left him, and got 20 taels of silver.

At that time, the reason why he chose this rough envoy girl who was sold by other people's homes was mainly because she valued her ability to work, and she was also a good-natured appearance. Unexpectedly, she did exactly what he wanted.

This old woman has always been a bit unreasonable, mean and ruthless.

But Mr. Zhuang never asked about family affairs. Although he knew a little bit, he didn't pay attention to it.

He would go there when he had to go to the field during the busy season, and he would always hold a book in his hand during the slack season, dreaming that one day he would not have to farm...

Decades of poor life have obliterated Mr. Zhuang's illusions. After being infected by Mrs. Zhuang's worldly rudeness, his heart became deeper and deeper, and his human feelings became weaker and weaker.

At this moment, upon hearing Mrs. Zhuang's advice, Mr. Zhuang's eyes dimmed: "Leave it to me, Daniel."

Although it was only a few words, the old lady Zhuang's old face lit up instantly, as if the white silver was right in front of her eyes, and she waved to the third son Zhuang: "Dong'er, come here, mother has something to say to you."

(End of this chapter)