Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

As Zhang Jinlan spoke, the low-pressure atmosphere suddenly dissipated.

Everyone began to discuss which area on the mountain had more mushrooms last year.

You have to check it out in advance.

To prevent it from being occupied by the villagers.

Jiangjia Village is very poor, with a total of 88 households. Except for the clan leader and a few families who are doing well in the food business in the town, almost every family is so poor that they can barely make ends meet. So on the mountain at the end of the village, you can often see women and children bending over to look for wild vegetables and mushrooms.

Therefore, conflicts often occur in the competition for the gifts of nature.

After dinner.

The three siblings were once again dragged into the house by their mother to take a nap.

After waking up, his mother had already gone to the mountain. Jiang Fubao and his brothers played in the yard for a long time.

As the sun sets, the family members who went to the town to do odd jobs return.

"Dad, Mom, we are back. Fubao, come and see what your uncle brought you." As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Jiang Dahe took out a green object from his arms.

Jiang Fubao took a closer look and found that the green things were leaves, and there was something wrapped inside, which looked like a zongzi but bigger than a zongzi.

Seeing her uncle waving at her, Jiang Fubao ran over with her short legs.

"Uncle, what is this?" She looked curious.

"Guess." Jiang Yahe wanted to tease him.

He only has three sons and no daughters, so he treats his niece as his own daughter.

At this moment, he was like a kind father.

But he didn't know that his niece's heart had been replaced by someone else long ago.

As an adult, how could Jiang Fubao not guess it?

She could smell the buns through the leaves.

"Baozi!" Jiang Fubao didn't hesitate for a moment. She raised her head and said with a smile.

"Wow, our Fubao is so smart. Come, take the big delicious meat bun. Uncle has kept it in his arms to keep it warm for you all the way. It's not cold yet, so eat it quickly." Jiang Dahao was a little surprised by his niece's intelligence.

Jiang Dahe praised him generously and then stuffed the meat bun into Jiang Fubao's hand.

He also considerately helped her to separate the leaves layer by layer.

The buns were round and big, and the flour was not as white as it is today.

Although it is grayish yellow in color, it smells very fragrant. The gravy inside has seeped out, and it will definitely sizzle when you bite it.

Just thinking about it tastes good.

"Silly child, what are you standing there for? Go inside and eat it."

Just when Jiang Fubao was in a daze, her handsome father walked in from outside the door.

I saw him sweating profusely and carrying a bag of grain on his shoulder.

The second uncle and Jiang Fubao's two cousins ​​who followed behind him also had things in their hands.

"Uncle, Dad, have you sold the bird eggs?"

Jiang Fubao didn't eat it. She only cared about how much the quail eggs were sold for.

"It's sold, it's sold. Thanks to Fubao, we made a full 180 coins. I used the money to buy brown rice and salt, and also bought coarse noodles. Fubao doesn't like brown rice, so we'll eat coarse noodles from now on. Let your aunt make noodles for you."

Jiang Dahe took out his purse and shook it in front of Jiang Fubao.

The copper coins inside jingled.

Jiang Fubao smiled happily.

The quail eggs in her space have been replenished.

Wait until she finds an opportunity and then take it out.

After selling it a few times, you can earn one or two taels of silver.

"What? It sold for so much money? How much is left?" Zhang Jinlan, who was watering the private plot in the backyard, heard the noise in the front yard and ran over.

Just then she heard her eldest son say that the bird eggs were sold for 180 cents. She looked at Jiang Dahe excitedly and asked loudly.

"Mom, the price of food has gone up. Brown rice is now sold at ten cents a bushel. I bought ten bushels. I bought coarse flour just for Fubao, which costs twelve cents a bushel. The salt at home is almost gone. Spring planting is coming soon. How can we have the energy to work without salt? So I bought a pound of salt, which cost forty cents.

Including the five cents I bought for Fubao, the total cost was one hundred and fifty-seven cents. The five of us made forty cents from carrying the grain bags today, and another forty cents from selling eggs, so there are one hundred and three cents left. Mom, you count it."

Jiang Dahe counted out what he had bought and handed the purse to his mother.

The family's financial power is controlled by Zhang Jinlan.

As long as the family does not split up, everyone has to pay the money.

"Ten cents a bushel? Oh my god, the price of grain is almost as high as gold. I remember it was only five cents before the New Year! Has it doubled? And coarse flour, isn't it six cents?

Salt is not bad, it was sold for 38 wen a pound before, and the price of meat buns has increased from 2 wen to 5 wen, just go and rob people! Oh, how come the wages have not increased but decreased when only the food prices have increased? Five people only earned 40 wen, I thought it would be at least 60 wen, too little! "

There was a hint of sadness on Zhang Jinlan's face.

Food prices have all doubled.

A five-cent meat bun sold before the New Year could buy a bushel of brown rice.

It's so scary.

"Mom, it's okay. My brother and I can just carry more grain bags. We won't have to worry about not having enough to eat. Please pour the brown rice into the jar. Your son must be exhausted after carrying it all the way." Jiang Eryong put down the bag of brown rice.

I was breathing heavily from exhaustion.

It takes an hour and a half to walk back from town.

One dou of brown rice is approximately equal to twelve jin.

Ten dou is one hundred and twenty jin.

It was divided into two bags and carried by Jiang Eryong and Jiang Siyin. Occasionally, Jiang Dahao would replace them to let them rest.

"Old man, boil a kettle of water quickly, don't let the children get thirsty. Yamato, pour the brown rice into the rice jar in the kitchen, and leave the coarse flour on the stove. I'll knead some noodles for Fubao later. Old man, grind the salt into a finer size and put it in the salt jar."

With Zhang Jinlan's command, the Jiang family became lively.

The sunset outside is the same as yesterday.

Covered the sky.

Jiang Fubao stood in the yard holding a meat bun and watched them busying themselves.

"You kid, the buns are getting cold, why aren't you eating them?" Zhang Yanzi, who had just finished washing the vegetables, was very puzzled when she saw her daughter standing there in a daze.

In the past, my daughter craved meat buns the most, but what happened today?

"Mom, I want to eat with my brothers." Jiang Fubao looked up.

She is too short.

No matter who I talk to, I have to keep my head up, which is really tiring.

"Okay, mom will help you take it to the kitchen and cut it into eight pieces, okay?" Zhang Yanzi was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that her daughter would suddenly become sensible after falling into the water.

Jiang Fubao obediently handed the meat bun in his hand to his mother.

After a while.

Eight meat buns were placed on a plate and brought out.

"Children, come and eat the meat buns. Tongjin, you are the eldest brother, share the meat buns with your brothers and sisters, one for each of you."

After Zhang Yanzi handed the plate to her nephew, she turned back to the kitchen and continued working.

At first, several children refused to take it.

They didn't compromise until Jiang Fubao put his hands on his hips, pouted his lips and pretended to cry.

Eight children, lined up in order from oldest to youngest.

Everyone held a meat bun in their hands and nibbled on it in small bites.