Traveling through time as a peasant girl to turn things around

Every household had a huge pile of rice in the fields, some dumped along the roadside, some dry at the edge. Sun Gui unloaded the corn and locked the door. The fourth child's family returned home. Sun Gui drove his oxcart to the fields and tied up everyone to haul it home. Chai Dong, who had also stopped his oxcart, came to help. Seeing Sun Gui, he said, "Uncle Gui, let's stop at the kiln for two days so everyone can harvest the crops and plant some crops." "Okay, we have to harvest the crops and plant some crops first. We'll have a day off tomorrow." "Okay." Chai Dong drove the oxcart, eager to haul the grain. Some families were carrying their own cargo back, and the procession was a magnificent spectacle. Adults and children were all busy.

In the evening, after dinner, Sun Gui came to the school and asked, "Shouyi, are you still eating at Chai's house?" "Yes, Uncle Sun." Sun Gui smiled. "Do you want to cook for yourself? The village provides you with food and accommodation, as well as a stipend. Master He, how about five taels of silver a month?" "Is that a lot?" "As you can see in our village, we have night shifts. You're tired, so five taels is fine with you?" "That's enough, okay." "We have someone to bring you food and firewood every day. You can make clothes, if you want, just say it. If someone does the work, a few dozen coins will do." We will take the work in our village. "Okay! Let's talk about it after I'm done with this." "Okay, then do you cook?" Sun Gui asked again, "Wait a few days. I'll get used to it." "Okay, okay." "Have you had dinner?" "Yeah, I just got back."

"Master He, please help me. Bring me the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. We'll be selling corn seeds later. Please help keep the accounts and collect the money." Sun Gui said as he took out a large cloth bag and handed it to He Shouyi. "Okay." "He Qi, move a table." "Okay, sir."

A table and two chairs were placed by the door, which was then opened. He Qi ground ink while He Shouyi took out some paper and laid it out. Sun Gui struck the bell, "Ding-ding, ding-ding..." He took out the scales, adjusted them, and sat by the door, waiting.

Soon people came here with bags in their hands. Old Wang touched his bulging wallet. A smile spread across his face. His little girl had earned so much money. She was learning to read and do some crafts. The younger one was even more studious, attending school to study medicine. Although she was only five years old, she still cut grass after school and delivered it to the pig farm. She made quite a bit of money in a month. He followed the villagers to cut wood and delivered it to Li Dong's house. The wages had increased and he was now given a hundred coins a day. The village chief said that if he worked for thirty days, he would get three taels of silver. He had worked for thirty days last month, and the village chief had just given him three taels of silver. The whole family was happy. This money was all left over. The children had earned enough to spend, and even more. The youngest was a boy, only one year old, and his grandmother was looking after him. His wife was clearing wasteland, and he and his father were the only ones who had planted a lot of land this year. He was so happy that he came to buy seeds again. He was going to plant the second crop this year. It was a celebration of surplus grain.

Arriving at the school gate, he called out, "Uncle Sun, my family needs fifty catties of corn seeds." He then took out four hundred coins. "Give it to Master He." "Okay." "Hello, Master He," Old Hu said, bowing. He handed the money to Master He, saying, "Here are four hundred coins. Count them." He Shouyi noted it and accepted the four hundred coins. "Weigh fifty catties of corn." Sun Gui took Old Hu's cloth bag, filled it with corn, weighed out fifty catties, and added another handful. Old Hu watched, convinced it was enough. Sun Gui said, "If the plot of land is big, ask Uncle Chai, and I'll give you the oxen to plow. No money, but I'll give you some fodder for the cows and more hay." "That's great. Hay isn't hard to come by. Okay, Old Hu got it. I'll go when I'm free." "Uncle Sun, I'm leaving." Old Hu packed the seeds and went home to tell his family the good news.

Seeing that quite a few people had arrived, Sun Gui said, "I have good news for you all. If you have a large plot of land, the Chai family will provide you with oxen and plowshares so you can plow the land yourself. It saves time and effort, and it's deep. We'll also provide you with some fodder for the oxen, free of charge." "Everyone, remember, fodder isn't just for oxen plowing." "That's great! It saves a lot of effort." "Thank you, old Chai family. Even if we don't need oxen, we'll still send you fodder."

Everyone knew that the village's prosperity was largely due to the Chai family. He Shouyi said, "Next." "I want 20 jin of seeds." Sun Gui took the bag and weighed it. He Shouyi took the money and said, "One hundred and sixty wen." He Shouyi took it and wrote down the amount. "Next," "How much do I want for 30 jin?" "Two hundred and forty wen." "Here, count it." He Shouyi counted out 240 wen and pushed the rest to him. "Uncle Sun will weigh 30 jin." "Okay." After more than an hour, no one bought. Sun Gui: "Shouyi, how much grain did you sell?" "A total of 1,650 jin, for 13,200 wen." It was more than half a bag, heavy. There was still quite a bit of corn left. There were still nine bags left, and this one still had extra. Sun Gui closed the door and locked it. He Qi moved the desk and chairs back to the classroom. He Shouyi put away the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Sun Gui: "Master He, please rest. It's getting late." "I'm going home." He Qi closed the school gate and propped it up with a wooden stick. The gatekeeper went home at night.

Sun Gui came to the Chai family with a money bag, "Uncle, this is the money from selling corn. I sold a total of 1,650 kilograms of corn and received 13,200 coins." "There are still nine whole bags left, which is a lot." "Just leave them there. Sell them to anyone who wants to buy more." Sun Gui: "The rice can be harvested in two or three days." "I looked at the watermelons, it's time to pick them." Chai Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Pick them the day after tomorrow and take them away." "Gui, go talk to the county magistrate tomorrow and send them to the capital the day after tomorrow." "Okay." "Uncle, I'm going home. I've been busy in the fields these days." "You should go home and have a rest too. Old Four will take care of them." Hey.