The villagers came upon hearing the news and surrounded the carriage.
"Zhao Youcai, why are you driving the car?"
"When did you know how to drive a carriage? Why are you so good?"
"Whose carriage is this? Why did you come to our village alone?"
The villagers gathered around Zhao Youcai and asked questions.
Sun rushed over with vigorous steps: "Oh my God, Zhao Youcai, how can you be so good? You can actually drive a carriage!"
Her man is really promising!
Zhao Youcai jumped off the carriage neatly, cleared his throat, and said with a hint of pretentiousness: "This carriage was newly bought by my sister-in-law's family. I am responsible for driving it back. Driving a carriage is actually very simple. I learned it in no time..."
He is the first person in Dahe Village to learn to drive a carriage!
He originally wanted to show off.
But the people who had just been surrounding him quickly ran over and surrounded Cheng Wanwan.
"Da Shan Niang, you are so capable. You just built a house and can still afford a carriage!"
"Oh my god, this is a carriage. It's something only rich people have. Some people in our Dahe Village actually buy carriages!"
"Last time, the county magistrate rewarded me with a hundred taels of silver. I heard that Zhao Ergou's business has been quite good recently. He can definitely afford a carriage!"
Everyone was envious, but it was just envy, not jealous at all.
They are not as powerful as Dashan Niang, they are not as good at making money, and they are not as good at teaching children...
Cheng Wanwan didn't expect Shopkeeper Yang to buy her a carriage so quickly. She stepped forward and took a closer look. The horse was very energetic and energetic. It was indeed a good young horse. The carriage behind it was not just to fool people. Yes, the cushioned seats should be much more comfortable to sit on than on a bullock cart.
Zhao Dashan suppressed his excitement and stepped forward: "Mom, let me feed this horse from now on. I will definitely not let it starve!"
Zhao Sidan argued: "Brother, farm well and leave the horse feeding to me!"
"Isn't this a waste of money?" Mrs. Zhao's heartbroken voice came, "You don't know your name anymore after making some money, right? You actually bought a carriage. This is something that only a member of the Communist Party of China can afford. What are we villagers doing with this style? We might as well buy an ox cart. The oxen can plow the fields and pull the cart, which is not much better than a horse cart..."
Old man Zhao gave her a hand and said, "We are all separated. Please stop saying a few words."
"I'm already very restrained!"
Old Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes at her husband. In the past, she was always a whore and a prodigal bitch... Now that the eldest daughter-in-law is capable, she doesn't dare to scold her too harshly... But it is necessary to hit her from time to time. of.
Old man Zhao pushed the old lady away, rubbed his hands and said, "Well, it's getting late now, do you still need a carriage..."
Cheng Wanwan ignored Mrs. Zhao's voice and said with a smile: "Dad, do you want it?"
Old Man Zhao was very embarrassed. After living for so many years, he had never officially ridden in a carriage. It should be okay to ride on his eldest daughter-in-law's carriage.
He said dryly: "I mainly want to check if there is anything wrong with the carriage and whether the carriage shaft needs to be repaired..."
Cheng Wanwan laughed. Sure enough, throughout the ages, no matter what age they are, there is no man who doesn't like cars.
She nodded: "Then please check it carefully, Dad. I'll go and get started first."
She turned around and entered the kitchen, really not wanting to be watched anymore.
As soon as she left, Old Man Zhao jumped into the car. From his neat figure, it was obvious that he was a sixty-year-old man.
Zhao Youcai hurriedly walked over: "Dad, let me teach you how to drive a cart. This hand holds the reins, and this hand holds the whip. Different commands and different movements can keep the horse under control..."
"drive--!"
Before Zhao Youcai finished speaking, Old Man Zhao shouted and the carriage drove out.
"Dad, why are you so impatient? Be careful and don't drive into the ditch..."
Zhao Youcai was frightened. The old man was old, and if he fell from the carriage, he would probably lose half his life.
He followed the carriage cautiously, expecting that the carriage would lose control, so he was ready to pounce on it. Unexpectedly, the carriage drove smoothly all the way, circled around Dahe Village, and finally stopped steadily. arrived at the door of Cheng Wanwan's house.
Old man Zhao got down from the carriage with satisfaction.
Zhao Youcai's eyes widened: "Dad, have you ever driven a carriage before? How come you are so good at it?"
Someone specially taught him, and he studied seriously for most of the day, but he was not as good as the old man...
"Do you still need to learn this thing? You can do it after just one look." Old Man Zhao stroked his short beard, "When our family gets rich..."
"Don't even think about it!" Mrs. Zhao said mercilessly, "When you have money, send your children to study and buy a carriage in your next life!"
Zhao Youcai was greatly shocked. He looked at Zhao Dashan who was eager to try: "Da Shan, go up and try."
Zhao Dashan couldn't wait for a long time. As the eldest son in the family, he had the responsibility and obligation to be the first to learn to drive a carriage!
He sat on it, imitated Old Man Zhao, shouted loudly, and galloped out with the brown horse.
He pulled the reins hard to control the speed of the carriage. Although he held a whip in his other hand, he was reluctant to whip it. This was his own horse and he had to take good care of it.
Zhao Dashan used the reins of the cart to control the direction, circled around the village, and finally stopped in front of his house.
Zhao Youcai: "..."
Suddenly I felt that I was so stupid and such a failure that it took me longer than others to even learn to ride a horse.
Just as everyone was talking about the carriage, an ox cart came swaying and stopped in front of the house.
Everyone looked back and saw that the bullock cart was filled with goods, piled high like a hill. Everyone's attention instantly shifted from the cart to the bullock cart.
"Ergou, your business is getting bigger and bigger."
"Is this cloth business so easy to do? How much money can you make?"
"Er Gou is really becoming more and more promising. I still remember that when he was a child, he loved to cry and had a long runny nose..."
Zhao Ergou: "..."
Can you please stop mentioning the embarrassing things from your childhood?
He changed the topic and said: "The purchasing price of these coarse cloths is two cents. If you, sisters-in-law and aunties want to buy cloths, you can come to me to buy them. I don't make any money from you..."
After the autumn harvest, many people in the village went to the town to buy cloth to make clothes, but not every household bought it. Because the fields were busy, a small number of people couldn't spare the time to go to the town. They just dragged on day by day. It happened to be today. I bought it from Zhao Ergou, and about ten families came to buy it. Each family had 20 to 30 feet of cloth, and they sold six or seven pieces, which is equivalent to one hair less than nine oxen.
Zhao Ergou sells cloth here, and Cao Yingying helps collect the money.
Zhao Da stood aside, very worried. He happened to see Cheng Wanwan coming out, so he walked over. The honest man held it in for a long time before he could say a complete sentence: "Sister-in-law bought a carriage, will you not be able to use my house in the future?" The oxcart is ready, there are still more than ten days left in this month, I will refund the remaining fare to you..."
His family was poor and had a patient, so he relied on this ox cart to support his family. During this period, he made a lot of money relying on Cheng Wanwan. He has been doing business with Zhao Ergou for the past two days. He is responsible for moving goods. Zhao Ergou gave him a lot of extra hard work. He was very grateful, but he didn't know how to express it in words.
