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Chapter 10 Sell?Do not sell?

Yu Buli is back.

There is an extra basket on the back, and there are dead wolves in the basket.

There is a bamboo basket in the left hand with a few eggs in it, and a rope in the right hand.

A rope is attached to the bridle, and a miniature donkey is tied.

If you put a turban on his head, he would look like a little daughter-in-law returning to his natal family, which would be fun for Chen Qingqing.

The sister-in-law who sold the water bowl gasped, and went over to pet the little donkey he had brought back.

"Why did you go out for a walk and become so small?"

"I changed with someone."

The adult female donkey was replaced by a two-month-old male donkey, plus a large basket and a small basket of eggs.

The donkey was too small to carry loads, so he carried everything.

The old man who traded with him was afraid that he would regret it, so he rode on the donkey and ran away after changing things, without any crutches.

For fear of slowing down, Yu Buli regrets it.

It is estimated that the old man who changed the donkey and the sister-in-law who sold the water bowl thought the same thing: I am afraid he is not stupid, is he?
Chen Qingqing pushed the remaining half bowl of water to him.

"You eat." He didn't move.

"I'm full." Seeing that he still didn't move his chopsticks, Chen Qingqing added in a low voice, "It's not good, I'm pulling my throat."

He just took the bowl and drank it in one gulp without even frowning.

"This will not be the only staple food for us in the future, right?" Chen Qingqing felt psychologically shadowed by the throat-sucking taste.

"No, I will process it in the future. Even if it is sorghum after fine grinding, it won't be so loud."

In order to fill their stomachs, the common people do not know how to further process the rice. The taste of 100 catties of shelled 90 catties rice is different from that of 50 catties.

Chen Qingqing felt very at ease.

Traveling with agricultural experts, there are still some benefits.

The two communicated with voices that only each other could hear, and this distance made Yu Buli very satisfied.

Chen Qingqing was sure that the sister-in-law who sold the water bowl would not hear the two whispering, but the sister-in-law's eyes were a little subtle.

"Why does this sister-in-law look at you like that?"

Yu Buli put down the bowl, and said calmly, "She probably thinks I'm a second fool."

He believed that not only the stall owner thought him a fool, but also the old man who traded donkeys with him thought so too.

"Have you ever heard that a donkey is not a donkey at one year old, but an old donkey colt?" he asked.

Chen Qingqing shook her head. This kind of terminology only found in rural areas touched her blind spot of knowledge.

"Donkeys need to be about one year old before they can work in the field. During this period, they must be trained to tie the reins, pull the mill, pull the harness, collect soil moisture, and plow the fields. You can understand these as the donkey's 'driver's license', and one of them fails. , just failed subject two."

If a donkey has not mastered these skills at one year old and becomes a stubborn donkey, it will be very difficult to tame.

For farmers, a donkey is equal to half a family, and it would be foolish to exchange a well-trained adult donkey for a young donkey who doesn't know what the future holds.

Not to mention adding a small basket of eggs, even adding five baskets of eggs, you still have to think about it.

It takes a lot of thought to raise and take care of such a big forage.

So the old man who changed the donkey seemed to have taken advantage of the sky, and he lost his crutches and ran away.

Chen Qingqing saw that he was doing everything slowly and confidently, and asked curiously, "Don't tell me you have mastered the donkey training skills?"

"Not at all. I just thought, if you can't get fattened up by training, it's also possible to cook donkey meat on fire. Do you eat donkey meat buns?"

When Yu Buli said this, his expression was also indifferent, and he was in the same frame as the sister-in-law behind him who frequently used "caring for the second fool" eyes, feeling inexplicably happy.

What kind of song to sing on the hill, the current situation of the two of them, the donkey must not be kept in the hand, the value is determined according to the demand, Yu Buli does not feel that this deal is a loss.

He just regretted that he came too late and the wolf was not sold.

"What are you going to do with this wolf?" Chen Qingqing asked.

"Go back and peel off the skin, and make it for you—" He didn't finish talking about the wolf fur mattress.

Chen Qingqing answered without thinking.

"Wool pants? This wolf is so skinny, maybe it can only be made into a hairy thong?"

After waiting for a while, he didn't respond. Chen Qingqing looked back, and there was a tube of nosebleed on his handsome face.

"What hot ingredients are added to this meal?" Chen Qingqing subconsciously looked for something to stop his bleeding, and if she couldn't find something, she raised her sleeve to wipe it.

"No need!" He hurriedly stood up, raised his head and took a step back, turned around, not to let her see.

"It's not like I haven't seen your chocolate-covered face before. Let's see if our iron-porcelain relationship is okay?" Chen Qingqing wanted to go around and have a look.

She turned and he turned too, and refused to let him see.

After a while, the bleeding stopped, and he turned around. He had already recovered, but his red earlobe still had a faint worry.

He was the only man she had ever seen with wheat-colored skin that didn't have a strong sense of aggression. His eyes were clear but warm, and his burnt-brown pupils were full of emotion and full of mystery.

He has the face of a little wolf dog, and has the heart of a dog who can weave straw rabbits. He can chop a wolf to death with a single knife, but he is also seriously dizzy. This is the first time Chen Qingqing has seen such a contradictory boy. A mixture of ice and fire.

"If we can go back, I will definitely choose the best girl from the unit to introduce to you." She said sincerely.

Yu Buli turned his head with a cold face, and twitched the corner of his mouth as if thinking of something.

"Does your unit have girls?"

"Ah, here." Chen Qingqing restrained her matchmaker and aunt and smiled. That's right, there are a lot of greasy men around her, where are the women?

"Remember what you say yourself." He meant a lot.

Chen Qingqing patted her heart, don't worry, what my sister promised can definitely be done, Party A who can't make big cakes can't do big projects!
The two left the booth, taking advantage of no one around, Chen Qingqing said:
"You told me some common sense about raising donkeys, so let me tell you something useless."

"Ok?"

"In the mountains, if you are bitten by a ferocious beast, take the fur, burn it to ashes, and sprinkle it on the wound. It is said that it can prevent rabies."

"You believe it?!"

Chen Qingqing blinked.

"Of course I don't believe it, that's why I say it's useless common sense. But what if someone believes it?"

She shared with him the story of Hao San being bitten by a wolf.

Probably Hao San was bitten by a wolf when he was leading men to hunt down Chen Qingqing and Chen Qingqing in the morning.

According to the ancient thinking of fighting poison with poison, one thing conquers one thing, if a wolf bites, he must find a cure from the wolf, and Hao San's family will definitely buy a wolf.

Last night, the two pretended to be ghosts and made trouble. Haojia Village is in chaos, so it is a good time to inquire about it.

"It doesn't matter whether you sell wolves or not. The important thing is that we must carry forward our style." Chen Qingqing said righteously.

Yu Buli sighed.

"Why do I feel that you seem to be sorry? Selling wolves is not good?" Chen Qingqing was puzzled.

Yu Buli glanced at her.

Before the nosebleeds flowed down again, he wiped away all reverie in his mind.

"When you first changed donkeys, did you inquire about the price? How much is the wolf selling for?" Chen Qingqing asked.

"A tael of silver is 1000 renminbi. For wolves, the price can be sold in the city, but this place is a remote village, and we can't wait too long. We can't wait for them to raise money. I think selling it for a tael of silver is just right."

"It's too cheap." She was unwilling.

"Then keep it?" Peel off the skin and make one, cough cough.

Yu Buli's nose started to itch again.

　This book is empty, and the overall reference is from the early Ming to the middle of the Ming Dynasty. The weights and measures are slightly different but not too big. 1000 Wen = 1 tael, 1 Wen ≈ 0.6-0.8 RMB.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)