Five-year-old little girl: Mom has thousands of acres of material space

A sack was filled with rice harvested in the past few days, weighing nearly a few hundred kilograms. When placed in the carriage, it suddenly became a little crowded.

Jiang Xiaoxiao got on the carriage, waved her little hand to Qiu Lianniang, and invited her to come up and ride the carriage together.

Qiu Lianniang saw that her carriage was almost full of food. She was a little embarrassed at first and planned to walk behind the carriage all the way to the town. However, she could not resist Jiang Xiaoxiao's kindness and got on the carriage.

She carefully sat on the cushion, a little restrained. She looked out the window for a few times. The carriage was driving towards Yong'an Town. The scenery outside was retreating rapidly, faster than the ox cart, and it didn't sway. People and people The food is safe in the carriage.

Qiu Lianniang touched the carriage with her hand and sighed: "Xiaoxiao, thank you so much. This is my first time riding in a carriage..."

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled.

The people in the village regard food as more important than life. They would rather let the food ride in a carriage than they would like to ride in a carriage.

Jiang Wei drove the carriage ahead and soon arrived at Yong'an Town.

The carriage stopped in front of the grain store.

Jiang Wei jumped off the carriage and helped Qiu Lianniang move several large bags of grain into the shop.

There are many people in the grain shop, and most of them are here to sell grain.

The shopkeeper of the grain store and several waiters were weighing grain, and a circle of people gathered around him.

The owner of the grain shop looked very unhappy: "Your rice has not been dried at all, I don't want it."

The man burst into tears: "Shopkeeper, I can't help it. It's been raining heavily these days, and the grain won't dry at all. You can do a good job and harvest it cheaper..."

The shopkeeper definitely doesn’t want it.

The grain was not dried and contained a lot of moisture. Not to mention that the weight was inflated. Moreover, the uncooked rice was prone to mold and rot, so he did not dare to harvest it.

Seeing this, the families who had been gathered around to sell rice silently retreated, preparing to find other grain shops to try. Their rice was severely dampened due to the heavy rain, even though it had been drying out for a few days after the weather cleared. , but now that the yamen is about to send people to collect taxes, they have no money to pay personal taxes, so they can only hope that the rice they just harvested can be sold for some money.

But the shopkeepers of the grain shops are not fools. Even if these people find another grain shop, they still can't sell it. Even if they get some, they will do it at a very low price.

Most of the people in the grain store left at once, and it suddenly became quite empty.

Qiulian Niang opened the hemp rope on her sack, exposed the rice inside, and asked: "Shopkeeper, do you think these are okay?"

The shopkeeper took a closer look, touched a handful, and twirled it with his fingers before saying, "Your rice is fine. We charge it for fifteen cents per catty. If you pay the same price, I'll have it weighed." .”

"Fifteen cents per catty?" Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly frowned, "Isn't the price of rice before eighteen cents per catty?"

The shopkeeper glanced at her, probably because he thought she was young, so he simply replied: "Eighteen cents is the price after the price increase. There are so many people selling grain now, so of course the price will return to the previous price. If you If you think it’s cheap, you can go to other grain stores to see if it’s the same price.”

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt speechless after listening.

These people only want to harvest the wool of the common people. In the past, when the grain in the fields was not yet mature and the common people were short of food, the price of grain in the grain shops in the town was getting higher and higher day by day. Now the common people have to sell the grain and die again. to lower food prices.

Damn it, aren't there any official positions such as market supervision in ancient times? We should really take good care of these businessmen in the grain business!

"Shopkeeper, let's just say fifteen cents. You can weigh how much it is." Qiu Lianniang said. She was lucky if the food could be sold, and she no longer dared to expect a high price.

The shopkeeper then directed several waiters to put several large bags of grain on the scale and weigh them one by one. In the end, it weighed nearly 400 kilograms.

After hearing this, Qiu Lianniang breathed a sigh of relief. The shopkeeper did not lack the weight. The number was the same as what she weighed at home.

A few days ago, Tie Zhu and his father wore raincoats and went up the mountain to cut firewood every day in the heavy rain. She, Mrs. Zhao and her youngest son worked day and night to dry the rice, barely sleeping, and finally dried all the moisture in the rice. .

Other people's rice cannot be sold, but her family's rice is sold, which shows that her family's hard work these days has not been in vain.

In the end, Qiulian Niang sold 300 jins of 400 jins of rice and earned four and a half taels of silver. She also exchanged the 100 jins of rice for 70 jins of chestnuts, 30 jins of buckwheat flour, and 20 jins of buckwheat flour. Ten pounds of brown rice, twenty pounds of black flour...

Replacing fine grains with coarse grains is a common practice among farmers in this era.

The harvest in the fields is too small, and this year's drought and hailstorms have resulted in even less food production. After paying taxes, it is not enough to feed the whole family for a whole year. They can only replace it with cheap chestnut rice and brown rice, so that they can eat for a while longer.

Jiang Wei helped move the grain into the carriage. Qiu Lianniang divided the four and a half taels of silver she had just sold into two parts, leaving three taels of silver to pay this year's head tax.

There are five people in her family, three adults and two children, and they have to pay a total head tax of 2800 yuan.

The remaining one or two and a half silver is used to buy winter clothes, oil, salt, needlework...

After selling the grain, Jiang Wei and Qiu Lianniang split into two groups. One went to the grocery store to buy oil and salt, and the other went to the carpenter's shop.

Jiang Xiaoxiao followed her mother to the carpenter's shop, and agreed with Master Zheng, the mason, that the time to build the house would be tomorrow, and then go to the embroidery workshop to meet Qiu Lianniang.

When they arrived, Qiu Lianniang happened to be in front of the embroidery workshop, and the three of them entered the embroidery workshop together.

Qiulian Niang arrived inside. She did not rush to buy fabrics. Instead, she walked to the counter, took out a small cloth bag from her arms, unwrapped it and put it on the counter. "Boss Boss, do you think you can accept these handkerchiefs? How much do they cost?" ?”

The landlady glanced at it leisurely and said: "Your embroidery skills are quite good, and the patterns you embroider are also beautiful. But the fabric is too poor, and some of it is made of rags. I can give you up to four pieces for your handkerchief here." A piece of money."

Jiang Xiaoxiao also stood on her tiptoes to look at the handkerchiefs. I have to say that what the boss lady said hit the nail on the head. Qiu Lianniang’s embroidery work was beyond words. The petals and butterflies embroidered on them were lifelike and very beautiful. In addition to selling products, this embroidery workshop They also sell cloth and some embroidery products. Qiu Lianniang's embroidery skills are considered top-notch among these.

If it were replaced with good materials such as satin and muslin, the price would be far more than that.

Qiulian Niang didn't mind the low price offered by the landlady at all, and pushed all seventeen embroidered handkerchiefs over with a smile.

Four cents a piece, a total profit of sixty-eight cents.

For her, the money was money earned in vain.

She embroiders these handkerchiefs with no effort at all. She usually takes time to embroider during her lunch break, and can embroider one piece in two or three days. She comes to the town to sell it once a month, and she is very satisfied if she can earn dozens of pennies.

Relying on this hand embroidery work, she has extra income every month. She has a straight back at home, and sometimes her mother-in-law has to look at her face.