Father Zhuang planted a lot of corn this year in the fields, fields, and at the foot of the mountains. He harvested a total of about three shi, and he hasn't eaten much yet. Since he encountered such a good price, he thought about selling it all.
It was originally kept as food.
Their family has sold all their food this year. Even though the price was sad, they were all sold.
Di Ying smiled and nodded, and signaled to Mr. Zhuang to slow down, they could wait.
Father Zhuang bowed gratefully to the three people, and then prepared to go back to load food.
But after walking a few steps, he turned back, looked at the basket, the kind man who gave him the money, and then looked around.
Then he waved and said, "Come to my house and rest your feet for a while. I'll boil some hot water for you to drink. It's the twelfth lunar month and it's too cold."
So, under his warm invitation, the "foot merchants" stepped into the dealer's courtyard.
The courtyard is very simple.
This kind of simplicity is compared to the simplicity of ordinary villagers' homes.
There are very few things and they are arranged very neatly. But there are more huts on both sides of the yard than in ordinary villagers' yards.
It seems like it was specially separated.
There was a small window that was not closed, and Di Ying glanced inside.
I understood in my heart: the farm tools, baskets, sundries, etc. that should have been piled up in the yard were all packed into the small room.
This is not to prevent loss, but to prevent spring flowers from being grabbed, taken, and waved indiscriminately.
Di Ying sat down next to the old wooden table in the courtyard.
While greeting Zhuang's father, he asked Zhuang's mother to serve tea to the guests. He asked himself: "You didn't bring anything, how could you take away this corn?"
Di Ying replied with a smile: "Our price is equivalent to buying the baskets together. Then they will be piled in one place and a carriage will come to take them away."
Father Zhuang understood.
He didn't blame the guest for not making it clear. Instead, he felt that he was stupid and didn't think of it. The guests all came with two hands, and they must have included the baskets.
This is also how it should be. After all, the price is so high, how much is a basket worth?
But his family no longer has clean baskets that can be used to carry food. Father Zhuang was wondering whether he should borrow some from his neighbor's house.
But he was afraid that this matter would be revealed at once... He still had several stones in his house that had not been sold.
I heard the guest say: "Brother, please sit down first. I have something to ask you. Don't be anxious about harvesting corn. When our truck arrives, there will be plenty of things to pack. I will definitely sell you what you want to sell." I can buy them all."
When Father Zhuang heard this, he was completely relieved.
He rubbed his trousers with his big hands a few times and sat down opposite the fat guest.
After sitting down, he asked: "Old man, I have never stepped out of this village in my life. What do you want to ask, distinguished guest?"
After hearing this, Di Ying felt a little emotional: What kind of caution is this? It was far beyond the caution of normal villagers.
However, he still maintained a friendly smile on his face.
He asked with a smile: "Brother, what we mainly collect is leather goods. After all, they are lighter and more valuable. If you sell them to the capital city, you can earn more. I don't know if you have them in this village." Who else has any leather goods left? I wonder if they are willing to sell them to us?"
When Father Zhuang heard that this was what he was being asked about, his face immediately relaxed.
He grabbed the big teapot on the table, poured a few bowls of tea for the guests, and then answered like a treasure trove.
"Coming in from the village, the third family on the left is a hunter. He still has some furs and is waiting for a good price. If the price you give is high, they will be able to sell it.
The fourth household on the right started feeding rabbits last year, and even fed many rabbits. I have seen his family drying rabbit skins. Those who haven't been cut should probably be sold for money.
There is also the seventh household on the left. There are only two people left in that family. Their eldest son fell off a cliff and died several years ago, and their younger son left the house and never came back. I heard you can make a fortune somewhere.
The old man likes to set up traps in the mountains, and he also has some leather goods that he has not sold. I'm just waiting for someone to come to collect it. It is said that there are many young and old.
The eighth household on the right is quite unfortunate. There was only one son in his family, and he ran out with the younger son of the family I mentioned before, and never came back.
There are four daughters in that family, and they are all married. But I often come back to visit, and I also send some furs back. The old couple couldn't afford to wear that many pieces, so they should be able to sell them.
Actually speaking of this, there are a total of four boys in our village who go out with those two boys, saying they are going out to explore.
They all left home twelve years ago. At that time, they were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and they were all at an age where they liked to run away.
The family couldn't stand it either, so he went out and never came back. I heard he was going to join the army, but I don't know if that was true.
One of the boys is from next door to me. I watched that child grow up, and he has always taken good care of my spring flowers and protected them. well. "
Father Zhuang counted each house and talked about one thing after another.
Di Ying also kept chatting with the other party. It wasn't until the tea was almost full that someone pulled a few carts.
The visitor packed the farmer's corn in big cloth bags. After Di Ying paid the money, she said goodbye to Zhuang's father and left.
There was no mention of Chunhua's case.
But the goal: already obvious.
If nothing else, they were the five young men who suddenly left home and were never heard from again.
However, he is not young anymore.
In terms of years, twelve years have passed since they left the home they left when they were seventeen or eighteen years old, and they have naturally entered middle age.
Nie Bo and others who were pulling the cart quickly pulled the cart away again.
Previously, when waiting for Zhuang's father to pretend to be corn, Di Ying had considered that the secret would be exposed, so he asked Xie Jing to notify Nie Bo and others behind the fall.
Di Ying also harvested corn sincerely. The worst thing is to take it back and give it to someone else. But we have to leave this village faster.
Otherwise, this price...
Once the news spreads, Di Ying should consider whether to run away.
But Father Zhuang didn't spread the news.
When Di Ying had a conversation with Mr. Zhuang in front of the door, because everyone walked around the door of the house, no one listened.
It saves a lot of trouble.
"Sir, tell me, why is Mr. Zhuang not willing to share good things with the villagers?"
Xie Jing blinked her peach blossom eyes and asked with some confusion.
Privately, he thought: Is Father Zhuang a little selfish? If the villagers find out in the future, they will hate Mr. Zhuang, right?
