Wang family small peasant girl

Chapter 21

"Father, how's the oil price inquiry going?" Mrs. Zhou came out of the kitchen and went up to take the big and small bags in Zhang Liangen's hands. A must-have for every year.

Zhang Liangen handed the new year's goods to Zhou, and said in his mouth: "I have inquired about it several times, and they all say that the current price may not be accurate. .”

Zhang Yun helped Mrs. Zhou to bring the new year's goods into the main room. Zhang Liangen followed after speaking, took a bench and sat down to twist shredded tobacco, ready to smoke dry tobacco. Mrs. Zhou stopped her hands after hearing this, and said a little nervously: "Then what should we do, what price should we sell these oils for?"

The New Year’s goods are expensive in the twelfth lunar month. The common people know this, and the members of the Zhang family certainly know it too, but buying and selling are two different things. They have bought New Year’s goods for many years, but this is the first time they have sold New Year’s goods, and the farmers are usually reluctant to buy them. Oil, the price of oil near the end of the year has no idea, what's more, what is to be sold is not a star and a half, but a full 300 catties of oil, no one can be sure.

For such an important matter, Zhang Liangen couldn't make up his mind for a while, bowed his head and hit the flint, and after the spark ignited the shredded tobacco, he put it in his mouth and took a puff, saying: "Let's wait for Daqing to come back, let's discuss it carefully when he comes back."

Mrs. Zhou was right after thinking about it, so she nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She took the New Year's goods and put them away. At this moment, Zhang Liangen called out, "Daughter-in-law of Daqing, there are fried sunflower seeds and sugar in it. Please take care of them." Pack it so it doesn't get wet."

"Hey." Mrs. Zhou replied with a smile, and then put the incense candles and firecrackers in one place, and put the other two food items into the kitchen cupboard. Yun smiled and said, "Grandpa bought fried sunflower seeds, and you will have another thing to eat during the Chinese New Year."

This Zhang Xing should be very happy to hear it. Zhang Yun is not very greedy, just smiled and said nothing, besides, she is not thinking about it at this time, she is still thinking about the oil price in her mind, and helping Zhou while thinking Shi cooks dinner and waits patiently for Dad to come home.

When Zhang Youqing came back, the sun was already in the west, and the food in the kitchen had already been cooked. Seeing him entering the courtyard, Mrs. Zhou called out, "Father, wash your hands quickly, and have dinner in the hall." The dishes were brought to the hall, and Zhang Yun helped serve the corn paste for everyone.

The whole family sat down around the table and started eating with their rice bowls in their hands. Mrs. Zhou couldn't wait to say: "His father, today's father went to the town to inquire about the price of oil, and said that the price of the twelfth lunar month might go up every three days. Said that when you come back, let's discuss how much oil should be sold at home."

Zhang Youqing was also in trouble now, and he had no such experience, so he couldn't help stopping his chopsticks, looked at Zhang Liangen and said, "Father, have you asked about today's oil price?"

"Well, I went to a few places, and the price was about the same, only [-] or [-] cents a catty." Seeing his son asking, Zhang Liangen told him the current gas price.

Before Zhang Youqing replied, Mrs. Zhou opened her mouth in surprise, "Ah, it's so expensive. A few days ago, Shuan Ziniang went to the city to buy a catty of oil, and when she came back, she said it was fifteen Wen. I guessed it was about this price. No, I didn't expect that in just a few days, there would be an increase of three or four Wen."

"It's just entered the twelfth lunar month, and it will have to go up in two days. It's right for Mrs. Shuan to buy it early. After a few days, the price will go up slowly, and the money will not be spent." Zhang Liangen thought about the twelfth lunar month. Things are old and expensive, it's really not easy to live a fat year.

Zhang Youqing and Zhou also thought so in their hearts, lamenting that ordinary people's lives are hard, but Zhang Yun thought differently, and hurriedly said: "Father, mother, grandpa, this price increase is a good thing, we are not buying now, but Sell, the more the price goes up, the more we earn."

The Zhang family and the Zhou family have always been farmers who have been farming and have never been in business. Naturally, they don’t have that consciousness in their minds, and they can’t turn around for a while. After Zhang Yun’s reminder, they reacted and laughed. He said: "Yes, yes, Yun'er's brain is still bright."

Zhang Yun had almost finished eating this meeting, so he quickly ate a few mouthfuls, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and asked seriously, "Father, mother, grandpa, do you know the price of lard at this meeting?"

"Lard price?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Yun would ask this suddenly, and several people at the table looked at her.

Zhang Yun hurriedly explained his thoughts, "That's right, if we want to sell oil, we must not only focus on the price of vegetable oil, but also know what the price of lard is. Every year when the twelfth lunar month comes, it is the month of killing pigs, and many people kill them." Pigs, there will be lard, so naturally they won’t buy our oil.”

These words made Zhang’s family members nod frequently. This is indeed the reason. With lard, there is no need to buy additional oil. Not much, I don't know when it will be sold.

Seeing Zhang Youqing, Zhang Liangen, and Zhou's face all look embarrassed, Zhang Yun was about to talk about his plan, but Zhang Zhang spoke first, "What Yun'er said is that our oil is not only cheaper than vegetable oil, but also cheaper than vegetable oil." Lard is also low, is that what you mean?"

Seeing that the eldest brother understood what he meant, Zhang Yun couldn't help smiling, nodded hurriedly, and said, "That's what I mean, to make people feel that buying our oil is more cost-effective than keeping lard, so people who live on a budget , will sell the lard to the butcher together, and get money to buy our oil, so that we can still eat oil during the New Year, and save a few copper coins, how good it is.”

As soon as Zhang Yun said this, Zhou slapped the table with a smile and said: "Yes, that's the reason. We are really stupid and don't think about anything. Thanks to You Yuner, this girl is much more capable than us."

Zhang Youqing and Zhang Liangen all agreed that she was smart, so they couldn't help laughing. Zhang Yun felt a little embarrassed by their praise, and hurriedly changed the conversation, "Father, mother, I will ask you tomorrow." The price of lard, when the time comes, we will set the price of oil, as long as it is slightly lower than the others by one or two copper coins, it will be sold well."

At this time, Mrs. Zhou smiled and said: "You don't need to ask, lard must be more expensive than vegetable oil, we just need to set the price according to the price of vegetable oil." Although the family didn't buy much oil, there are still some people in the village who buy it every year Well, the daughters-in-law and mothers-in-law in the village often talk about oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, so she still knows a little bit.

With this letter of approval, Zhang's family discussed the price together, thinking that they would not go to the market to sell until the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, and reckoned that the price would definitely increase by then, so they set their own oil for two The price of ten Wen.

After the price was determined, the family felt at ease and waited for the arrival of the tenth day of the Lunar New Year. It snowed again that night, and it was not too small, and the sky was full of snowflakes. Simply close the door, nest in a room all day, gossiping, chatting about gossip, it is a rare leisure time.

It has been snowing heavily for three days and three nights, and it hasn't stopped yet. This makes Zhang's family feel a little worried. If the snow falls too heavily, the business in the market will be affected, at least for the people who buy oil. Definitely a lot less.

Everyone couldn't help but have something on their minds. Fortunately, on the night of the ninth day of the lunar new year, the snow gradually subsided. After a night of waiting, in the morning of the tenth day of the lunar new year, although the snow hadn't completely stopped, there were only scattered pieces of snow left. up.

The snow didn't stop, but Zhang Youqing set off early in the morning, Zhang Yun also got up early, rushed to the gate of the courtyard to see his father off, and gave him advice before he left. First go to inquire about today's oil price, if the price is much more expensive than [-] Wen, then raise the price again, if it is lower than [-] Wen, then you have to drop a few Wen, in short, it will fluctuate according to the market price at any time.

Zhang Youqing agreed to come down, and then took the burden and left. Zhang Yun stood in front of the door and watched him, until his back was blurred in the snow, and then he turned and entered the courtyard.

A gust of cold wind blew past, Zhang Yun shivered from the cold, hurriedly tightened the jacket on his body, brought his hands to his mouth, breathed in the hot air and rubbed, ran back to the house door, took off the bamboo hat and put it on his feet Next to him, he looked up at the sky, it was not completely bright, it was a little gray, the thatch on the roof of the house was frozen, and icicles of different lengths hung from the eaves, just looking at it made people feel chills all over, and couldn't help but Thinking of my father, on this cold winter day, he went out in the snow before dawn, and he couldn't help sighing, hey, the working people earn hard money.

Zhang Yun sighed, but he didn't expect that the hard-earned money was not so easy to earn. After Zhang's family looked forward to it all day, in the evening, they finally returned to Zhang Youqing. The Zhou family outside the house greeted him and helped him rest his burden in the kitchen.

Zhang Yun, Zhang Cheng, and Zhang Xing all saw their father coming back, and couldn't wait to know how the oil was selling, so they all followed Zhou, and ran into the kitchen, to the burden.

"Father, how is the oil selling?"

"Father, is it easy to sell?"

Zhang Yun and Zhang Cheng asked in unison, but Zhang Xing didn't even ask, he just stretched out his hand to lift off the tung oil cloth covering the barrel, and opened his head to look into the barrel. Seeing this, Zhang Xing immediately called out, "Father, Why are there so many, I didn’t go less.”

When Zhang Xing called out, Zhang Yun couldn't help it anymore, and ran to lift the tung oil cloth on the other bucket. As a result, the situation was not much better, and it was still full and barely shallow.

"Father, is there no one buying this day?" Zhang Yun felt a chill in his heart. He was thinking of making some money by selling oil so that he could catch the little piggy. How could he know that the situation would be so bad. As a result, the series of plans that were thought up before will all have to go to waste.

(End of this chapter)