Old Zhou stared, "Sell? You exchanged money, not wheat?"

Man Bao smiled and nodded, waiting for Lao Zhou to praise him.

Lao Zhou asked with a trembling voice, "How much did you sell?"

Manbaote said proudly: "All sold!"

Now not only Lao Zhoutou, but also Zhou Dalang and a few others who were enjoying the shade in the yard couldn't stay any longer, and they all gathered around, "All sold?"

Lao Zhoutou didn't sit still and slid directly from the threshold to the ground. He slapped his thigh and couldn't help shouting "Ouch, ouch". He pointed at Man Bao and couldn't hit or scold him, so he just

Can cry, "What a prodigal child. What's the point of converting it into money? Can you eat it? Can you eat it?"

Old Zhoutou shouted: "We only have a little bit of grain left from last summer and autumn harvest. You sold all the wheat at home. What is this old family doing?"

Manbao was stunned. She was only busy making money, but she didn't expect this.

However, she quickly came to her senses and comforted her father: "Dad, it's okay. Mr. Bai said that the money will be paid tomorrow. If we have money, we can just buy food."

Lao Zhoutou couldn't help but pointed his finger at her forehead and said: "Daughter, are you stupid in studying? You sell grain and then buy grain. What are you trying to do? You know how much you will lose every time you go in and out.

?"

"It's not a loss," Man Bao said, "Even if I still buy wheat, I can sell it for 150 cents per dou, and I can make a lot of money if I buy a dou for another 50 cents."

When Manbao saw that her father was really crying, her little head started to spin rapidly, and she quickly said: "You don't have to go to the county town to buy it. Shanbao still has a lot of wheat at home. I told him to let

He sells it to our family, and their food is sold out anyway."

Old Zhoutou was still crying, but Zhou Lang had already shouted, "Dad!"

Old Zhou was startled and just about to get angry, Zhou Lang had already squeezed over and asked with bright eyes, "Man Bao, how much did you just say you sold it to Mr. Bai?"

Man Bao said proudly: "One hundred and fifty coins per dou!"

Only then did Lao Zhoutou clearly hear the number, his eyes widened, and he straightened up again!

Qian gave him a slap in the face, and Lao Zhou suddenly came to his senses. Instead of blaming his wife, he grabbed her hand and asked, "Did I fall asleep and dream without knowing it?"

"What are you dreaming about? Didn't you see that the children are all here?" Qian turned to her second daughter-in-law, "Go and light the oil lamp and let your father take a look at the documents that Man Bao brought back."

Feng agreed happily, mainly because they wanted to see it too.

The oil lamp was lit, and the family gathered around to read the document. Old Zhou could only barely recognize a few numbers and his own name.

So he didn't recognize any of the words. Instead, he asked Manbao where the money number was written, and then stared at it.

After reading for a long time and confirming that it was written by 150 articles, Lao Zhoutou put the documents away as if they were treasures, then dismissed his sons with disgust, and then asked Manbao in a soft voice: "

Manbao, is our wheat made of gold? Why is it so expensive?"

"It's not expensive at all," Man Bao said: "The grain sold in the county grain store is 144 cents per dou. Our wheat seeds are better than theirs, but we only sell 150 cents."

It’s just literature.”

Lao Zhou was speechless, "Why is this kind of wheat so expensive? I remember in the past, wheat seeds cost ten or nine cents a pound?"

Lao Zhoutou tried his best to calculate, but couldn't figure it out clearly, so he simply asked Zhou Lang, who came up again, "How much does it cost in exchange for a bucket?"

"One hundred and twenty cents?"

Lao Zhoutou was stunned again, "It's so expensive. Why is it so expensive to replace it with a bucket?"

Everyone: ...Why is it expensive? One bucket weighs about twelve kilograms. If you buy twelve kilograms directly, it will be the same price.

Lao Zhoutou felt his heart pounding, and it seemed a little unreal. It took him a while to remember something, "Then the wheat you exchanged with the villagers should have been bought by Mr. Bai."

"Dad, it's not Mr. Bai who exchanges the wheat, it's us." Man Bao said, "We exchanged the wheat and sold it to Mr. Bai."

"What?!" Lao Zhoutou couldn't help shouting loudly and asked: "Who are you?"

"I, Bai Shanbao and Bai Erbei," Man Bao said, "Shanbao and his grandmother borrowed a batch of grain in exchange for grain. We exchanged the wheat and sold it to Mr. Bai at the same price."

"Ouch," Lao Zhou couldn't help but slapped his thigh and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told dad earlier, dad wouldn't have bargained with you and just exchanged one pound for another."

Everyone looked at him with contempt.

Lao Zhoutou stared back and said, "What are you looking at? Last year they changed the wheat seeds with our family in this way. So why should my daughter want to change the wheat seeds back? Why should the price increase?"

"Dad, Grandma Liu said, we are not trying to be profiteers. There will be more contacts between the villagers in the future. How can we just think about taking advantage of everyone?"

Qian also glanced at him and said, "You are already this old, but you can't think as much as Man Bao, a child."

"Manbao is a scholar, and I can't compare with her." Lao Zhoutou said confidently, but he still raised his head and said to his sons, daughters, and grandchildren: "It's okay for us to know about this, but you are not allowed to talk nonsense outside.

do you know?"

Everyone agrees.

Lao Zhoutou said: "As long as you know how much money you make, you will be the one who is in trouble later. Tell your children about it when you go back."

Lao Zhou paused and then said: "The wheat will be sold tomorrow. Lao Si, you go to the market and cut more meat and bring it back. Our family will have a good celebration."

Old Zhou was very happy, and everyone in the Zhou family was also very happy.

Lao Zhoutou let go of his worries, but he was very excited at the moment and couldn't sleep. He simply waved everyone to leave, and then went out to enjoy the cool air.

Seeing that the little girl's belly was round, I knew that she had just eaten and had not yet digested her food. So I pulled her to sit on the threshold and asked my old wife to rub her belly.

He asked with a smile, "Man Bao, have you calculated how much money our family will have if we sell all the wheat?"

"I don't know, I haven't weighed it yet."

"Huh? It's not written in the paperwork?"

"It's empty. I'll write it down after I weigh it tomorrow."

When Lao Zhou heard this for the first time, he began to ponder.

Seeing that he was silent and didn't speak, Qian asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Lao Zhoutou said: "I remember that last year, my eldest brother and his friends also changed their wheat seeds from ours. The winter wheat was all made of our seeds, right?"

Qian's heart moved and she nodded.

Lao Zhoutou took out the tobacco rod and slowly filled it with shredded tobacco.

Qian didn't speak either and let him think.

After a while, Old Zhou asked Manbao, "Manbao, will Mr. Bai harvest all the new wheat seeds, or only yours and ours?"
Chapter completed!