The young couple from the farm fights back

The next day at noon, in the small wooden shed.

Jiang Li came back from the field and saw from afar a group of villagers gathered in front of the door. Most of them were accompanied by their half-grown children, both girls and boys.

Dashuan's ability to promote is indeed amazing. Half an hour ago, she met Aunt Hu in the field and just mentioned that she wanted to wholesale the red characters so that the villagers who are off-season can sell them in neighboring villages.

Aunt Hu immediately asked Zhao to go home and find Dashuan, and asked Dashuan to spread the news in the village. In a short time, so many people came.

"Chunfeng's family is back. Our boy is tough and often goes to the neighboring village. I heard from Dashuan that he can take a few pieces of red paper from your house and sell them. After selling them, he will give you the cost, right?" An aunt pulled her twelve or thirteen-year-old boy to Jiang Li and asked with a smile.

"That's right." Jiang Li nodded and smiled. He glanced at the child who came with the adults and said, "Aunts and uncles, my suggestion is that the child is too young. It might not be appropriate for him to run outside the village. It would be better for him to come with the adults."

"Yes, yes, yes. I happen to be free today, so I'll take the kids for a walk around the nearby villages."

"Yes, my sister is married in the neighboring village, and I happened to go over and visit."

"What a coincidence! My sister is also in the neighboring village~"

The villagers were talking to each other, all of them were excited. It was better to earn a few coins during the slack season than to sit at home and do nothing.

Jiang Li nodded when she heard that and glanced at Zhou Chunfeng who was writing with his head down in the room.

Before going to bed last night, Zhou Chunfeng had already written hundreds of sheets, and started writing again this morning. There is still a pile of uncut red paper on the cabinet, but it should be enough to distribute today.

Heng Ge'er was lying on the kang with his two younger brothers. It was the first time they saw so much hustle and bustle in front of their house. The brothers stared at the movement outside the door with their bright eyes.

Jiang Li: "Okay, let me tell you about the wholesale price. The red characters we sold to the folks yesterday were three cents for a large character, two cents for a medium character, and one cent for a small character. Now we're distributing them to the folks at the wholesale price: two cents for a large character, one cent for a medium character, and two small characters for one cent. I think everyone might accept this price."

"Okay, okay, as long as the Chunfeng family is honest in their business dealings, we can all make money together."

"The price is fair and we can make money. It's a good price~"

When cutting the red paper last night, Jiang Li specifically calculated how many large, medium and small characters could be produced on each piece of paper. The cost of a whole piece of red paper was seven cents, so the wholesale price was indeed a bit low, but the important thing was to make small profits but quick turnover.

Seeing that the villagers had no objections, Jiang Li went into the house and took out a book of straw paper that he had ordered last night to register the goods. He recorded how much goods each family had taken, and would return the cost to the villagers after they had sold them all.

The villagers are all excited about the deal as it does not require any upfront cost.

Zhou Chunfeng was still not used to dealing with the villagers here. Jiang Li was the only one in charge of distributing and compiling the list. He continued to concentrate on writing his character "丰".

The only thing that is certain is that Zhou Chunfeng has become a very useful tool for Jiang Li, the kind that can make a lot of money!

In order to reward her tool Feng, Jiang Li waited until all the villagers who had received the red letters had left, then went to the kitchen and fried the salted fish that was almost dried up by the wind, and also stir-fried a plate of cabbage with vinegar.

"I think the villagers have received most of their food today. You can take a rest in the afternoon." Jiang Li said as she fed porridge to An Ge'er in her arms.

Zhou Chunfeng picked up a piece of fish. His fingers were sore and a little tired, but he didn't even blink.

"It's okay, finish it early. We're not laying the foundation tomorrow."

He remembered that he had agreed with Jiang Li before that it would be his turn to work in the field after the foundation was laid, so he had to finish writing the red words as soon as possible.

Jiang Li didn't guess what he was thinking, and seeing that Zhou Chunfeng insisted, she let him go.

Zhou Chunfeng scooped out the belly of the whole fish, which had the least bones, and put it into Jiang Li's bowl first. He then divided a few pieces into Heng Ge'er and Jing Ge'er's bowls.

"Thank you, Daddy." Heng Ge'er was very polite.

Jing Ge'er ate the delicious fish and his eyes curved with joy: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Daddy."

Zhou Chunfeng deliberately put on a cold face and glanced at the two of them. Fortunately, they lived in a poor village, otherwise he would not be able to support three money-eating beasts by relying on his writing red characters.

Jiang Li thought more about it and decided to take advantage of the seasonal business to make as much or as little profit as possible.

After the new house was completed, money was needed to buy all the household items. There was only one pot in the kitchen, which was used for cooking and boiling water for bathing. So I had to buy a few more pots.

We didn't even have a knife or a cutting board at home, so all the other things would cost at least ten taels of silver. Even though we made thirty-five taels selling Ganoderma lucidum yesterday, silver is the most precious commodity.

In the afternoon, Jiang Li did not go to the field. Instead, he helped Zhou Chunfeng cut the last pile of red paper and then sorted the written red characters neatly by large, medium and small.

It has to be said that Zhou Chunfeng, who never stopped writing, was able to maintain the best level for each character, which is truly rare and shows that he has a solid foundation in calligraphy.

At Old Zhou's house, Zhou Laosan spent two days writing out a hundred characters of "Feng". If he made a mistake on one or smudged the ink, Lin would immediately raise her hand and call him to account.

It can be said that Zhou Laosan completed the task. His head was dizzy, his ears were buzzing with wind, and his back was burning with pain.

I'm really going to beat him to death!

"What did you say?" Lin glared at Wang in front of her angrily.

Wang, who had gone out to inquire about the news earlier, pursed her lips timidly and lowered her head.

When Mrs. Lin heard that the black-hearted couple in the first wife's house actually asked the villagers of Shilitun who were off-duty in farming to go to several neighboring villages to sell the scarlet characters at a low price, she was furious.

"Goddamn bastards! This thief couple is really trying to piss me off to death. They've already taken over all the business in Shili Village, and now they're trying to cut off our Zhou family's escape routes to the neighboring villages."

Seeing his mother so angry, Zhou Laoer couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Mom, what should we do now?"

"What should I do? You ask me what to do?" Lin immediately changed her tone and glared at the second son fiercely.

"Of course I'm going to sell it. What are you looking at me doing? Hurry up and sell it." If she doesn't sell enough silver, won't the red paper and writing brushes and ink she bought be wasted?

Seeing that his mother was so angry that her chest was heaving and she was making grunts, Zhou Laosan didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing this, Wang and Zhou Laoer quickly picked up the pile of red characters written on the table and ran out of the yard.

Zhou Laosan stood there in a daze, even a little dazed.

No, the second one took it all, so what did he do?

I'm already mad at him, am I going to leave him alone at home to suffer?

Sure enough, Mrs. Lin turned around, her face ashen with anger, and she raised her hand to beat her useless little son to death.

When Lin thought about how this brat had ruined more than a dozen red-letter papers, she became extremely angry.

"Mom, why are you hitting me? Haven't I already written the words?"

"Do I need a reason to beat you? You debt collector who crawled out of my belly. Even if I beat you to death, it would be to take your life back."

Xiao Lin, who was hiding in the third room and dared not go out, heard the noises of chasing and beating outside, and her eyes couldn't help but misty.

She was unwilling to marry into her aunt's family at first, but the elders in the family forced her to come. Xiao Lin suddenly found that this noisy life was so depressing that she couldn't even breathe.