The ugly wife of peasant family

Weijia village.

When the workshop didn't start, the village head walked back and forth.

The working people also droop their heads.

When the workshop started, they could earn money again. They were so happy that they came here after breakfast.

Unexpectedly, there was no one who came to sell sweet potatoes. The village head was surprised and asked people to inquire. Then he learned that there were people in the neighboring villages who also collected sweet potatoes. The price was higher than that of them. The price was two Wen a Jin. People in the nearby villages sold sweet potatoes there.

"Village head, what should we do?"

Someone can't help asking.

Without sweet potatoes, they would not be able to start a job and earn money.

The village head stopped and said, "don't worry, wait until lady Xia comes."

The carriage came from a distance. People seemed to see the Savior and could not wait to meet him. They all called "Lady Xia."

The carriage stops. Xia Xi comes down from the carriage. On the way, she has asked the villagers who reported the news and knows what happened.

Raise a hand to signal the public to be quiet down, "everybody don't worry, I and village head uncle go to have a look first."

The village head pointed to the East, "that's the village. It's three miles away."

"Come on, let's go in a carriage."

The coachman turned his horse's head. Before Xia Xi and the village head went up, he saw an ox cart driving in slowly from outside the village. The people on the cart looked very happy and hummed a little song.

The village head squinted.

The people on the bullock cart are also looking good. Seeing a group of black people standing here, they seem to be startled and jump down from the carriage.

The village head recognized who it was and called out, "Zhang Gen!"

Hearing his voice, Zhang Gen breathed a sigh of relief, even shook the whip twice, and drove the ox cart over, "father-in-law, this is..."

"What are you doing here?"

Zhang Gen grinned, "didn't big brother tell me to collect sweet potatoes in the distance? I went home to discuss with my parents, and my parents agreed, so I collected some. Thinking that you should start business today, I sent them here. "

When they heard this, their eyes lit up and they fell on the cart.

The cart is full of pockets, full of sweet potatoes, which can weigh several hundred jin.

Seeing the people looking at the carriage, they thought it was because they were afraid of the bad harvest of sweet potatoes. Zhang Gen said quickly, "father-in-law, as you said, I have all good sweet potatoes, not to mention the small ones and the rotten ones. I will confiscate all the ones that are a little bruised."

The head of the village was not happy. He said to the people, "what are you doing? Don't unload the sweet potatoes as soon as possible."

As soon as the crowd rushed up, they unloaded the sweet potatoes and carried them to the other side for weighing.

Zhang Gen tied the cow to a big tree and went to have a look.

"This is my Uncle Zhang Gen. when he came to pay a new year's visit, he said he wanted to work in a workshop. I didn't agree. Qian Er thought of this method for him. He didn't expect to help us a lot."

The coachman has adjusted the carriage. Xia Xi enters the carriage. The village head sits in the front and directs the coachman to the neighboring village.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw a long line. There was no need to ask. At the place where the sweet potatoes were collected on time, the coachman drove the carriage closer and stopped.

The goal of the carriage was big, and people looked at it curiously.

This village is Zhoujia village. The head of Zhoujia village is also here. He is looking at the people selling sweet potatoes with his back to his hands. He realizes that there is a carriage coming. He also looks at it. He sees that it's the head of Weijia village. His smile is deeper. He takes the initiative to say, "Mr. Wei, how did you come?"

The two villages were close to each other, and everyone was familiar with them. The village head didn't laugh at him. He asked directly, "Mr. Zhou, how can you get sweet potatoes?"

Village head Zhou laughed, his face was red. "I know you're here for this. Village head Wei, I'm a little sorry. A relative of my family came to me a few days ago and asked me to help collect sweet potatoes for two Wen and a Jin. I thought the villagers were having a hard time. If they could sell more than one Wen, they would get one Wen. So he agreed, There are so many people coming down

"What do your relatives do at home? Why do they collect so many sweet potatoes?"

"I don't know. I just take sweet potatoes. I don't know anything else."

"Village head Zhou..."

The village head pulled him aside and lowered his voice. "You know, we have a workshop in our village. We can't make vermicelli without sweet potatoes. Can you tell your relatives and give us some?"

"That's not right..."

Everyone is familiar. Weijia village has opened a workshop and only recruits people from its own village. No one from other villages can get in, especially those close to them.

Village head Zhou has been jealous for a long time. Now it's not easy for village head Wei to have this sweet potato business. How can he let it go? "My relative collects sweet potatoes for business, too. I can't let other people's business go. Let it go to you."

"Village head Zhou..."

Village head also said, Zhou Village head waved his hand, "don't say anything, you want sweet potato, go to find a way, I can't help you."

"Uncle, go back."

Their conversation, Xia Xi word does not fall of all listen to in the ear, in the heart had thought.

The village head didn't give up and asked the village head again, "really not?"

"Really not."

The village head had no choice but to go back to the carriage.

Village head Zhou finally raised his eyebrows, turned his back and went back happily.

The village head was worried. Which sweet potato sent by Zhang Gen was enough? If you don't get sweet potatoes, the workshop won't go on.

After getting into the carriage, he asked anxiously, "Lady Xia, look..."

"In this way, you can send two people and hire an ox cart to collect sweet potatoes in the distance. You can collect as much as you can."

This is also a way. After returning to the village, the village head immediately found someone and gave them a copper plate to collect sweet potatoes in a distant place.

Zhang Gen's sweet potato has been weighed, more than 500 Jin, and earned more than 100 Wen. He was happy to eat at the village head's house. He untied the reins and turned his head, "father-in-law, while it's not dark, I'll go to collect some more, so I won't go home."

The village head waved, "let's go."

Zhang Gen drove the carriage and left happily humming a tune.

The people in the workshop began to wash the sweet potatoes. Just after washing a little, they saw Zhang Gen driving his ox cart back like crazy. Before he arrived at the door of the workshop, he yelled, "father-in-law, father-in-law..."

The village head was startled. "What's the matter?"

In the twinkling of an eye, the ox cart came to him. Zhang Gen pulled the reins and forced the ox cart to stop. Without stopping, he jumped down and said, "I won't sell sweet potatoes!"

The village head frowned and scolded him, "nonsense!"

Zhang Gen shouts, "people in Zhoujia village get sweet potatoes for two Wen a Jin, but you give them one Wen. I won't sell them to you any more. I'll sell them there."

The village's angry face turned blue. Zhang Gen was beating him in the face when he did so. "If you sell it, you sell it. How can you regret it?"

"I don't care."

Zhang Gen put the reins on the cow, took out the copper plate he had just given and put it all in the village head's arms. "I just won't sell it. I'll give you the money and give me back the sweet potato."

"You..."

The village head was too angry to speak.

Xia Xi said, "sorry, the sweet potato has been washed."

Zhanggen neck a stem, to her stare, "you who ah you?"

"I run this workshop."

Zhang Gen was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed, "it's great if you open it. I tell you, if you return sweet potato to me today, we can say anything. If you don't return it to me, I'll go everywhere to say that you're a liar. Will you open it in the future?"

Having been married to Wei Lian for so many years, Zhang Gen is honest every time he comes to his home. The village head never knows that he is so unreasonable. His forehead is full of anger. He just says, "shut up

"I'll shut up if you give me back the sweet potato!"

Wei Qian also came over, "brother-in-law, you have received the money for sweet potato. Sweet potato can't be returned to you."

Zhang Gen began to make a fuss. "It's ok if you don't give it back to me. You have to give me two Wen per kilo just like the neighboring villages."

"Don't even think about it."

Xia Xi did not speak, the village head has refused.

Zhang Gen didn't want to. He yelled even louder. "Father in law, you can't elbow out. I'm your son-in-law. We're the family. How can you face an outsider

The village head put the coin back into his hands and said calmly, "I'm helping you. Now that the money and goods have been cleared, there's no reason to return the sweet potato to you."

"Why?"

Zhang Gen's eyes were red. He could earn more than 500 Wen for one jin of sweet potatoes. In the past, how many days could he earn so much? All of a sudden, his heart was bleeding.

Regardless of the shouting, "father-in-law, I want this 500 Wen money for what? It's not for your daughter's sake. At the beginning, our family gave us ten taels of silver as a dowry gift, but you didn't return a cent. My parents were dissatisfied, so they separated us early and didn't give us a cent. Do you know how we get by? This is 500 Wen. It's gone for nothing. Why don't you look forward to our good days“

The fact that Wei Lian got married and didn't bring back the bride price has always been a problem for the village head. Now, Zhang Gen yells out so loud that the village head's blood surges up, his eyes darken and he falters.

"Daddy

Wei Qian held him in a hurry.

The village head shivered and pointed at him, "get out, get out for me!"

"Why should I get out of here and not return the sweet potato to me? I'm going to fight with you today."

"You..."

The village head trembled with anger.

"Give it back to him!"

Xia Xi makes a sound.

Zhang Gensong breathed a sigh and put the copper on Wei Qian. He turned his mouth and said, "it's over to leave early for me."

"Some sweet potatoes have been washed..."

For fear that Xia Xi would leave the washed sweet potatoes behind, Zhang Gen immediately interrupted her, "wash them, wash them with water, and weigh them. You can just install them for me."

"Give it to him!"

They came and took their bags, packed the sweet potatoes and put them on the car.

Zhang Gen was happy and bowed to the village head, "father-in-law, my population is unstoppable. Don't take it to heart. After I sell these sweet potatoes, I'll get you some wine."

The village head was too angry to speak.

Zhang Gen didn't care. He led the cow, lost his head and rushed to Zhoujia village quickly.

"The workshop is closed today. Let's go back first."

When the crowd dispersed, the village head was still angry. Wei Qian's daughter-in-law and Wei Qian helped him home, and Xia Xi followed him.

The village head's daughter-in-law was startled and quickly asked what was going on.

Wei Qian told her that the village head's daughter-in-law wanted to find Zhang Gen to settle the accounts.

The village head waved his hand weakly, "forget it, I can't afford to lose that man."

Find there, Zhang Gen yelled again, his old face is really no place to put.

Xia Xi advised, "don't worry about the workshop. When the sweet potato collectors come back, we can start tomorrow."

The village head sighed, "it can only be like this."

Less than half an afternoon, the people who went to collect sweet potatoes came back, dejected, and there was not a sweet potato on the cart.