Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Fu Xinci fluttered her big bright eyes and leaned into her grandfather's ear and said, "Grandfather, we can sell them some cheap cotton, so they can make jackets."

"Where can we find cheap cotton?" Grandpa Meng slapped his thigh after finishing speaking, "Ci'er, can we find cheap cotton?"

Fu Xinci really wanted to say: Not only can I find it, but I can do it very well.Then, without waiting for her grandfather to ask, she said that she planted it in the small world.

The grandfather was of course very happy when he heard this, and immediately vacated a cabinet to store cotton for his granddaughter.

The cabinet was full of things, and the grandparents and grandchildren looked like they knew each other and knew each other, secretly laughing together.

Seeing his grandfather's triumphant smile, Fu Xinci suddenly had the illusion that his grandfather was becoming more and more like a child.

After the youngsters finished their training, the old man just revealed that there was cheap cotton for sale at home, and it only cost ten pennies per catty (a penny was one penny).

It's no wonder they think so, Grandpa Meng knows that although Daming grows cotton, the low yield per mu is a flaw.

In addition, the weather in Liaodong is an unstable factor in planting, so there are very few farmers who grow cotton, which is also the main reason why cotton prices in Liaodong remain high.

It's no wonder they weren't surprised to hear Grandpa Meng say that cotton costs ten big bucks a catty.

After being surprised, the next move was to run home in a hurry, trying to send a letter to Grandpa Meng's house to buy cotton.

They were all afraid that if they ran too slowly, the cotton would be bought away.

When people from the two villages flocked to them, Fu Yu and Fang Shi were taken aback.

When they saw their old father taking out such good cotton, they would have the same reaction as the villagers in the two villages.

Fang almost shouted, "We won't sell it anymore, we will keep such good cotton for ourselves."

It was Fu Xinci who stopped Fang's in time, and whispered in her ear, "Mother, we have as much cotton as you want."

"Ci'er, are you coaxing your mother?" It's no wonder Fang thinks so, "The ordinary cotton outside costs [-] yuan a catty, which is enough to buy two catties of bagged leg meat. Your grandfather took it out today. The cotton must be worth more than that, even forty bucks. What's more, the price of cotton in each guard has doubled."

Fu Xinci: ...

Seeing the astonishment on her daughter's face, Fang didn't want her daughter to misunderstand, so she told her the way inside.

"Those exiled here can't leave the area under the jurisdiction of the guard at will. If those merchants want to come to sell things, they also have to deal with them up and down. The wool comes from sheep, and no businessman will make a loss."

Fu Xinci: The prices of daily necessities are extremely high. Is this the evil of the vicious circle?

"After we moved here, the grocery store owner you and your grandfather recruited from Xianshui Town can be regarded as a great help to the people in Mengjia Village, as well as the Wang family. Otherwise, these people would have had a harder time than they are now."

"Mom, you know a lot."

"Mother doesn't know this, it's all your father told me."

After hearing her mother's words, Fu Xinci admired her cheap father. He was not sluggish on weekdays, but he inquired about the market and current situation here. It seems that Uncle Qi and Uncle Jin They are indispensable.

In the concierge, Fu Yu and Qi He were helping his old father maintain order, and Meng Qicheng and Tian's couple were helping to weigh cotton.

Looking at the piles of cotton on the fur skin in the kang, the white flowers are very eye-catching, not only the women who buy cotton are jealous, even Fu Yu's eyes are jumping.

He knew in his heart that since the accident at home, the old father was not quite the same as before.

Not only will he bring out some things that he has never seen before, not to mention the occasional extra things at home.

It's like the house where rice noodles are stored at home. He never dared to let anyone else enter, not even Fang's. The key was firmly held in the hands of their father and son. He was afraid that others would know the old father's secret. .

If Fu Xinci knew what cheap father thought, she would laugh at him for protecting the wrong person.

The number of people queuing outside was still increasing. Grandpa Meng did not expect that one of his actions would attract people from the two villages.

Can you not come?Ten big bucks can buy a catty of cotton. This is a price that was unimaginable before. Today, it can be regarded as thanks to the blessing of Master Meng Er, how can they miss it.

Everyone is afraid of missing out on this village, and there is no next store. Every household is thinking that even if it is a waste of money, they must buy a few catties of good cotton to make a winter jacket for the family, let alone this season.

Fu Yu watched the pile of cotton on the kang getting smaller, so he wanted to ask his old father if there were any at home?

It happened that Grandpa Meng also saw it, so he asked his son to help collect the cash, and he went to his granddaughter to get some cotton.

Fu Xinci didn't expect that the purchasing power of the two villages was quite strong. When she came with her grandfather carrying a large bale of cotton, she happened to see the little boy next door to Shan Xiaocong's house coming to credit cotton with his grandmother.

The Han family was very poor, they had no money at all, and the rice and noodles that could be sold were given by Master Meng Er.

Grandma Han also thought about it and hesitated at home for a long time before deciding to take her grandson on this trip.

She and the old man can endure such a cold weather, but the grandson is still young, and this is the only root left in the Han family. If something happens to the grandson, the old couple will not only feel sorry for their son, but also their ancestors.

Grandma Han had this kind of idea in mind, she wanted to bring her grandson over to buy a catty of cotton on credit, and wanted to make cotton clothes for her little grandson, and ten big money would be used to pay off the debt with grain in the coming year.

Fu Yu didn't wait for Grandma Han to finish, and asked Meng Qicheng to weigh cotton for both grandparents and grandchildren, and asked him to weigh an extra catty.

After hearing this, Grandma Han said that she didn't need that much, "Thank you for your kindness, a catty of cotton is enough for Xiaozhi."

"Old man, make yourself a jacket when you go back."

"How good is this?" Grandma Han didn't know what to do.

But the little boy knew that he came forward to bow to Fu Yu, and seeing the little boy's clumsy movements made Grandpa Meng very rare.

"Good boy, not bad."

Although Grandma Han is old, she still has the ability to know people.She took a look at Grandpa Meng and guessed his identity, and hurriedly brought her little grandson over to greet Second Master Meng.

Although the little boy has never met Master Meng Er, he has heard a lot about Master Meng Er these days.

So without waiting for Nai's explanation, he imitated the way before, stepped forward and bowed: "Boy, I have seen Master Meng Er."