Zhang Laoliu said that she could leave early tomorrow morning, but it was obvious that she insisted on waiting until her classmates came back, so she had no choice but to give up. Three days later, he came over early to collect kelp and came back to pick them up.
After Xining asked about the price of multigrain flour, he took out three hundred yuan and asked Zhang Laoliu to bring a hundred kilograms of multigrain flour when he arrived.
Grain noodles are not expensive, only three yuan a pound. They are all kinds of grains that city people don't eat much, such as bran, corn, beans, etc., mixed together and ground into flour.
"Sure enough, you are a good person." Zhang Laoliu took the money and clicked it, rolled it into a strip, took off his hat, and stuffed the money into the inside of the hat: "Don't worry, I will definitely buy it."
After finishing what needed to be done, he drove the tractor and left first.
After the villagers who understood common language translated it, everyone in the village nodded.
However, Park's parents looked anxious and sad, saying that they didn't have to spend any money and they had enough food.
"Is that enough?" He couldn't help but look around again.
All the hanging dried kelp has been taken away, some fresh kelp has been hung, and the villagers who don't have enough have gone to the sea not far away to fish it. Another group of people went fishing with javelins and simple small fishing nets.
With this fishing method, it takes a long time to insert or catch one in the fishing net, and don't expect to catch more fish.
The villagers explained very directly: "If you don't have enough food, you can fish. If you can't catch fish, there are kelp and coconuts. It's impossible to feed us all the time, so don't give too many things."
Xining smiled and said: "I know, I won't buy it in the future. Since we have already decided, it is only one hundred kilograms of grain flour, so each household will lose four or five kilograms."
Four or five kilograms of noodles, one kilogram a day, is enough for four or five days.
After hearing the translation, the villagers felt relieved.
Seeing the villagers heaving a sigh of relief, Hu Liangming couldn't understand: "Boss, why don't they want it, and they look unhappy."
Jiang Debin responded: "That's how they are. They will accept a small amount. If it's too much, they will reject it. If they can't refuse, they will try their best to find something in exchange, and they won't accept it easily."
"But I was so happy to receive the clothes just now. The whole village happily gathered around to pick them." Clothes are OK, why not food.
Xining analyzed: "Those are old clothes, which were originally superfluous and unnecessary. But food is different and needs to be bought with money. Their ideas are different from ours and they don't ask for too much. Didn't you notice that they do nothing but dry kelp?" , no dried fish?”
The eyes of the villagers who understood the common language suddenly brightened: "The fish are alive and swimming freely in the sea. They died so that we can survive. How can we kill them instead of eating them immediately. Many people Call us fools, you are the only one who truly understands us.”
Kelp is considered a non-sensory plant that grows quickly, so it can be dried and stored.
This kind of Buddhism only meets basic survival needs and does not ask too much from other beings. They deserve to be poor.
But this is the diversity of ideas that creates different customs. Each custom has been tempered, added and subtracted for thousands of years, and finally formed a certain pattern.
Xining smiled, picked up the coconut, and drank a few more sips of coconut water through the reed pipe.
After the coconut milk is finished, the villagers scrape out the coconut meat from the coconut, chop it into pieces, add some grain powder, and bake it until fragrant to make coconut cakes. Now they use knives, but before they were said to have used tools ground from stones.
The empty coconut shells are put aside and can be used as containers to hold things, or they can be processed into plates, handicrafts, or even jewelry hanging around their necks.
After eating, it got a little dark.
The villagers invited them to take a bath. There was a bathhouse here, but it was natural. It was divided into two areas for men and women, separated by many roads.
It is a small pond surrounded by rocks brought from the sea. Those rocks were polished so smooth that they must have a bit of history.
Xining squatted down, reached out and scooped up some water, tasted it, and found it was fresh water. In the center of the pond, bubbles appear from time to time, which should be seeping groundwater.
After hearing the translation, the villagers felt relieved.
Seeing the villagers heaving a sigh of relief, Hu Liangming couldn't understand: "Boss, why don't they want it, and they look unhappy."
Jiang Debin responded: "That's how they are. They will accept a small amount. If it's too much, they will reject it. If they can't refuse, they will try their best to find something in exchange, and they won't accept it easily."
"But I was so happy to receive the clothes just now. The whole village happily gathered around to pick them." Clothes are OK, why not food.
Xining analyzed: "Those are old clothes, which were originally superfluous and unnecessary. But food is different and needs to be bought with money. Their ideas are different from ours and they don't ask for too much. Didn't you notice that they do nothing but dry kelp?" , no dried fish?”
The eyes of the villagers who understood the common language suddenly brightened: "The fish are alive and swimming freely in the sea. They died so that we can survive. How can we kill them instead of eating them immediately. Many people Call us fools, you are the only one who truly understands us.”
Kelp is considered a non-sensory plant that grows quickly, so it can be dried and stored.
This kind of Buddhism only meets basic survival needs and does not ask too much from other beings. They deserve to be poor.
But this is the diversity of ideas that creates different customs. Each custom has been tempered, added and subtracted for thousands of years, and finally formed a certain pattern.
Xining smiled, picked up the coconut, and drank a few more sips of coconut water through the reed pipe.
After the coconut milk is finished, the villagers scrape out the coconut meat from the coconut, chop it into pieces, add some grain powder, and bake it until fragrant to make coconut cakes. Now they use knives, but before they were said to have used tools ground from stones.
The empty coconut shells are put aside and can be used as containers to hold things, or they can be processed into plates, handicrafts, or even jewelry hanging around their necks.
After eating, it got a little dark.
The villagers invited them to take a bath. There was a bathhouse here, but it was natural. It was divided into two areas for men and women, separated by many roads.
It is a small pond surrounded by rocks brought from the sea. Those rocks were polished so smooth that they must have a bit of history.
Xining squatted down, reached out and scooped up some water, tasted it, and found it was fresh water. In the center of the pond, bubbles appear from time to time, which should be seeping groundwater.
The villagers invited them to take a bath. There was a bathhouse here, but it was natural. It was divided into two areas for men and women, separated by many roads.
It is a small pond surrounded by rocks brought from the sea. Those rocks were polished so smooth that they must have a bit of history.
Xining squatted down, reached out and scooped up some water, tasted it, and found it was fresh water. In the center of the pond, bubbles appear from time to time, which should be seeping groundwater.
