A farmer's daughter travels through time, farming and dividing the family to fight for the best

"The boss is in the backyard. Miss, do you want to see a doctor or get medicine?" The waiter stopped what he was doing.

"I don't treat patients or prescribe medicine. Do you buy medicine in your store? I have a ginseng." Li Xiaoxiao asked.

The waiter took a look at Li Xiaoxiao. She was wearing patched clothes but looked quite clean. She was young, pretty and had a nice voice.

"Do you really have ginseng?" the waiter asked again uncertainly.

"of course."

"Wait a minute." The waiter turned and ran to the backyard to call for help.

After a while, a middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper came over. Seeing that Li Xiaoxiao was the only one in the store, he asked, "Little girl, are you going to sell ginseng?"

Li Xiaoxiao nodded.

"Please follow me to the backyard. Liuzi, serve the tea." The shopkeeper made a gesture of invitation and told the waiter to serve the tea. Then he walked ahead. Li Xiaoxiao knew that ginseng was a precious medicinal material, and there were too many people in the store, making it inconvenient to trade, so he followed.

“Excuse me, young lady, how did you get the ginseng? Would you let me take a look?” After sitting down, the shopkeeper spoke first.

Li Xiaoxiao put down the backpack, carefully took out the ginseng from the basket and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"I discovered it by chance when I was hunting in the mountains."

The shopkeeper took the ginseng and looked at it carefully. The roots were intact and it looked to be about fifty years old. It was very big and was an excellent quality product for use as medicine. Ginseng is not easy to dig. He had not seen such a complete ginseng for a long time. He stroked his beard lightly and nodded with satisfaction.

I was surprised that Li Xiaoxiao was actually a hunter, and I admired her courage even more.

"Miss, I want this ginseng. How much do you want to sell it for?"

"Boss, this is the first time I sell ginseng. You can decide the price. I believe that as a big boss, you will not cheat a small kid like me." Li Xiaoxiao stared at the boss in front of him. Seeing that he had a kind face, he should be a good person.

"Haha, that's fine, don't worry, I won't cheat you. This ginseng is good, but the year is a bit poor. Our shop is small and we don't use much medicine, so the price won't be too high. If you go to the provincial capital to sell it, you can get 20 taels of silver. Here I can give you at most 18 taels. Do you think it's okay?" The shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Thank you, shopkeeper. I will sell it to you. If I get something good in the future, I will come to you to sell it again." Li Xiaoxiao agreed readily. 18 taels was beyond her budget.

The shopkeeper nodded in agreement with a smile.

With this money, Li Xiaoxiao felt confident immediately. He thought about buying something and went to the market. There were a lot of people surrounding the stall selling pork, but no one was interested in the offal in the corner.

"How to sell pig offal?"

The pork shop owner looked up and saw a teenage girl with tattered clothes and a large backpack. It was obvious that she was from a poor family. Few people were interested in buying pig offal because it had a smell when cooked and most people didn't like to eat it. Most of the time, it was left over and thrown away. Today, someone finally came to ask the price.

"You can take them all, one cent per pound." Normally they sold them for two cents per pound, but considering the girl's clothes, she probably couldn't afford the expensive ones, so he sold them to her at half the price and gave them away for free.

It was only one cent per pound. Li Xiaoxiao couldn't believe it. In the 21st century, these things were several times more expensive than pork. He instantly felt that he had made a fortune. He bought them all quickly. Twelve pounds, he paid twelve cents.

There was a grocery store next to it, so I went in and bought a set of bowls and plates. When the family split up, Old Mrs. Li gave me a set of rough porcelain bowls with dents on them. Now that she had money, she replaced them all with fine porcelain ones.

Bowls and plates cost the same, five cents each. Li Xiaoxiao bought ten bowls and six plates, spending a total of 6 cents.

I also bought a pound of brown sugar, two pounds of candy, and a box of snacks.

I had no money the last time I came to the county town. Today I have money, so I don’t have to be so frugal when buying things.

She went to the cloth shop and bought six feet of dark blue coarse cloth for Li Dahai, four feet of green cloth for Li Huawen, five feet of khaki cloth for Sun, and ten feet of pink cloth for her and her elder sister. The shop owner saw that she bought so much at one time and gave her some cloth scraps, which were used to make shoes. Li Xiaoxiao thanked the owner and put all the cloth into her backpack.

He was silently thinking about what else to buy for the house, and then he remembered that he had mentioned last time that he wanted to let Li Huawen go to school. There was no school in their village, so if he wanted to study, he had to come to the county town.

Li Huawen is seven years old now. It would be too troublesome to commute back and forth every day, and there would not be enough time. It would be best for him to live in the school. But I don’t know if there is such a thing as boarding school now.

So he found a tea stall, ordered a pot of tea, and casually asked the waiter how many schools there were in the county and which one taught better.

The tea stall was a gathering place for all kinds of information. The academy was well-known, and the waiter began to talk incessantly. There were only two formal academies in Jiunu County, and the teachers there were all excellent.

One is Dongcheng Academy, whose president is Zhang Xiucai, who has been teaching for more than ten years and has upright character. He has three teachers, including a female teacher. The tuition is one or two taels of silver per year, and if there are more, there will be additional charges.

There are three classes in the college, each with about 30 students. They are not divided by age but by learning progress. The youngest is the introductory class, which is full of new students without any foundation. The second intermediate class is for those who have not made much progress after studying for a certain period of time, and those with good grades will enter the advanced class, which provides intensive training and is taught by the dean and another teacher.

Another one is Xiyuan Academy, which has just been established for two years. The dean is a young man in his thirties. The academy is slightly larger, has more students, and the environment is better. What attracts Li Xiaoxiao most is that the academy has student dormitories, and students can choose to live there or not. Most of the sons of wealthy families in the county study there. The tuition is a bit more expensive, two taels of silver a year.

After finding out all this, Li Xiaoxiao had an idea in her mind that Xiyuan Academy was more in line with her requirements. She then asked about the start time of the school and left with satisfaction.

When passing by a bookstore, she went in and bought two enlightenment books, "Three Character Classic" and "Hundred Family Names". The two thin books cost 200 wen each. Li Xiaoxiao was secretly amazed. The two books were more expensive than everything she bought today. No wonder most farmers didn't let their children go to school. A set of brushes and inkstones that didn't look very good cost one or two taels of silver.

I just bought two books and they came out. Li Huawen still can't read, so it won't be too late to buy more books when he goes to school. Besides, no one in the family can write, so if I buy them they will just be left there.

After walking around for a while and looking at the time, she decided it was time to go back. She was now in a very busy place with all kinds of shops lining the streets and people coming and going.

Suddenly Li Xiaoxiao saw a person who looked very familiar. The man was in his thirties, dressed in scholar's clothes, and he and another young man in gorgeous clothes were walking out of a shop arm in arm.