This price is a bit expensive for farmers to buy one. If you spend more than 100 yuan, your wife will not be happy when you go home. Then buy less. If you buy half a horse, it will be enough for Chen to make two or three sets of clothes.
"Then you can pull half of it for me." Zhu's father thought for a while and asked, "Can it be cheaper?"
The store clerk thought for a while, looked at the direction of the counter, and whispered, "I can see that the eldest brother is going to give it to my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law is lucky. Our shopkeeper is through the bottom. If our relatives come to buy cloth, we can use it as appropriate." It's a few cents cheaper. Let's do this. When you pay the bill later, you can tell me that you are my seventh aunt's cousin's eldest cousin. If it's half a horse, I'll give you three cents cheaper. If it's more, it'll be really bad."
So fake!
Zhu Pingan curled his lips. He clearly saw the eye contact between you and the shopkeeper just now.
"Okay, thank you, brother." Father Zhu was looking at the cotton cloth he was going to bring for Mrs. Chen. He didn't notice the eye contact between the store clerk and the shopkeeper. Hearing the store clerk's words, he was deeply moved.
Just because Zhu's father doesn't care doesn't mean that Zhu Pingan has no ideas. He remembered the story about the time-traveling farming story on the Qidian female channel that he watched before. The heroine could always buy some rags and scraps at a very cheap price in this kind of cloth shop and go back to sew purses to make money. Although they don’t know how to sew purses, mother Chen and others can.
I scanned it, and sure enough, there were a lot of discarded corner fabrics under the counter. They were not big, about the size of a palm, and couldn't be used for anything, so the store owners generally didn't care about them, and they were wrinkled by the customers walking by. Don't pull dirty ones.
"Well, can you give me some rags to play with?" Zhu Pingan stretched out his chubby paws, pointed at the dirty rags under the counter and asked in a curious voice.
The shop assistant took a look at Zhu Pingan's fingers and realized, oh, it turned out to be discarded scraps.
"Oh, you can pick them up and play with them yourself." The store clerk said nonchalantly. He could make the decision on these things because they were too small to do anything. The shopkeeper didn't want them, so he had to spend time cleaning and discarding them. Since this child If you are curious, just play with it. After all, you have made money from his father.
You don't have to spend a penny, this advantage will not go to waste.
So, Zhu Ping'an hugged his small backpack and ran over, feeling that his butt was stuffing into the backpack, and he pressed it hard to leave space before stuffing it.
This time, not only Zhu Pingchuan was embarrassed, but even Zhu's father who handed over the money to pay the bill was blushing.
The shop clerk didn't care and said casually, "Don't worry, sir. They are just rags and not worth much."
After everything was sorted and put on the bullock cart to go back, the sun was already setting in the west. Zhu's father swung his whip and drove the bullock cart on the return journey. He whipped it in the air and was reluctant to hit the cow. He was still humming a tuneless song.
Zhu Pingan was sitting on the bullock cart, looking at the dazzling array of daily necessities on the cart, and then looking at his full little backpack. He had gained a lot, and his heart was filled with happiness.
When I got home, there was already sparse smoke from cooking in the mountain village, and someone was starting to cook dinner in the evening.
Before the car entered the door, I heard the fourth aunt's chirping voice.
"Ah, second brother is back. How much did it cost and what did you buy?"
If it were modern times, Zhu Ping'an would definitely recommend his fourth aunt to be an airport security inspector. Look, she checked everything on the carriage, including Zhu Ping'an's small backpack.
Fortunately, the basket on the back was filled with rags from the cloth shop. The fourth aunt grabbed two large bags full of rags. She stopped angrily under Zhu Ping'an's gaze and did not discover the secret underneath the rags.
Grandma came soon. She first looked at what Zhu's father had bought, and then asked about the bamboo weaving and mountain mushrooms for sale.
Father Zhu answered one by one and handed over the wrapped copper coins.
After looking at the money, I found that there were more than ten yuan more than before. My grandmother was very satisfied and asked about the reason. Zhu's father told about Zhu Pingan's hawking situation, so his grandmother praised Zhu Pingan.
"Have the wild flowers of Xie'er been sold?" the fourth aunt asked with a smile, covering her mouth.
"Yes." Zhu Pingan raised his chubby face and smiled brightly.
The fourth aunt didn't believe it at all, thinking that the little kid was too embarrassed to talk nonsense, so she covered her mouth and laughed even more happily.
After his grandmother put things away, Zhu's father led his two sons back to the east wing with baskets on their backs.
"You're back. Why have you been here for so long? It's a little later than usual." Ms. Chen was sewing the crotch of another pair of Zhu Ping'an's crotchless pants. When she saw the three men coming back, she stopped her sewing and looked up. door.
Then Ms. Chen discovered that Zhu Ping'an closed the door of the wing with a squeak on his short legs.
"Are you tired? Why are you closing the door?" Mrs. Chen was very surprised when she saw this.
"See if you like it. I brought it back from town for you. I thought it would look good if you made clothes."
At this time, Father Zhu stepped forward with a silly smile, took out half a piece of peach red cloth with a white background that he bought for Chen from his backpack, and handed it to Chen like a treasure.
"It's so expensive. You're just spending your money in vain." Mrs. Chen complained, the smile on her face was unstoppable, but of course there was still distress in her eyes.
"Mom, this is for you." Zhu Pingan took the two meat buns wrapped in paper out of his small backpack.
"What is this?" Chen asked curiously.
"The meat buns in this town are delicious with soft noodles and fragrant fillings." Zhu Pingan lay on Mrs. Chen's lap and grinned.
"You little bastard is spending money randomly. You and your brother can share it. Mom won't eat it." Mrs. Chen touched Zhu Pingan's little head and smiled softly.
Zhu Pingan shook his head, "My brother and I were eating in town."
Chen insisted on giving the meat buns to Zhu Pingan and his two brothers, but Zhu Pingan insisted that Chen eat them. Chen turned to look at her eldest son, and Zhu Pingan nodded and said he had eaten.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Chen broke both meat buns in half and divided them into four portions, one half for each person in the family of four.
Simple happiness, Zhu Pingan's meat buns are many times more delicious than those eaten in town.
After eating the steamed buns, Father Zhu briefly told what happened in the town. When he mentioned that Father Zhu had left dozens of extra cents for his family this time, Mrs. Chen’s eyes lit up. This piece of wood was an enlightenment. .
But when Zhu's father said that the wild flowers picked by Zhu Pingan were sold in the town for more than a hundred cents, and that a nobleman rewarded him with two silver nuggets, Zhu Pingan knew that something was going to happen.
Sure enough, Mrs. Chen's two big eyes were staring at Zhu Ping'an sparklingly, as if there were special effects flying out of her eyes.
"It's not safe for a kid like you to take so much money. Hand it over quickly." Mrs. Chen pinched her waist and looked very excited.
My little arms can't twist my thighs.
A few minutes later, Mrs. Chen happily counted the money on the table.
"One, two, three, four...one hundred and eighteen." Mrs. Chen felt something was wrong as she counted. She turned to Zhu Ping'an and asked, "Didn't you say one hundred and twenty Wen?"
"The two cents were spent on meat buns." Zhu Ping'an had a dark look on his face.
"Yeah." Chen nodded.
Something seems wrong? Chen always felt that he had forgotten something.
The next second, Mrs. Chen turned around and asked fiercely, "Where are those two silver naked men?"
Zhu Ping'an, the chubby boy, covered his pocket with his hands and stepped back, "Mom, can't you leave some for me?" Having money is not everything, but not having money is absolutely impossible.
Chen couldn't hear what Zhu Pingan was saying. Of course, even if he heard it, he would pretend that he didn't hear it.
Zhu Pingan's chubby hands were tightly covering his pockets.
but
This is of no use.
"Bring it here, mother will leave it for you to save money to marry you a beautiful wife."
Mrs. Chen had a gentle smile on her face, but showed no mercy in her hands. She opened Zhu Pingan's chubby hands one by one that were covering his pocket.
"My son is still capable."
Looking at the two silver nuggets in her hands, Ms. Chen smiled brightly and took a big sip on Zhu Ping'an's face.
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