Not long after, several waves of customers came to buy grapes. Some bought three kilograms, some bought five kilograms, and soon the whole basket of grapes was sold out.
Jiang Quan had already raised the price to 40 wen per pound. Occasionally, if someone wanted to buy more and bargain, he would still sell it to them.
Grapes cannot be stored for a long time, and there are still many that have not been picked at home, so we must act quickly and sell all the fruits.
Two servants in black robes came again and each weighed ten pounds and took them away.
By the time of Shen time, all three baskets of grapes had been sold.
But there are still people coming to ask, most of them are here after tasting the grapes bought by others.
"They are all sold out. Come back the next day."
While explaining to the guest, Jiang Quan quietly asked his cousin, "How about bringing the basket from the carriage as well?"
Ying Bao glared at him and said, "Don't move the one in the carriage. That one is for Mr. Ming."
Jiang Quan curled his lips, and seeing that the guests had left with regret, he began to tidy up the door and go out.
After locking the shop, Jiang Quan and his elder brother took his younger cousins back to Meihua Lane.
Meihua Lane is not far from the shop, and there are several snack shops at the entrance of the lane.
Like Grandma Jiang’s mixed vegetable dumplings, Yang’s soup, Fatty Zhou’s peppery lamb skewers, and the lamb bun shop.
The brothers and sisters ate all the way and were full before they even reached home.
Jiang Quan bought ten more mutton buns for his uncle.
When I got home, I saw the carriage parked in the yard, the horse was slowly eating grass in the corner, and the carpenter who was working at home had also finished his work and went home.
Jiang Sanlang came back and tidied the house. He also cleaned the little girl's room, and put the bed and furniture in order, all of which were newly made.
There was already the smell of smoke from the stove in the kitchen. Jiang Cheng had been cooking here recently.
"Uncle San, we've already eaten outside, and I brought this for you." Jiang Quan handed the mutton buns wrapped in lotus leaves to Jiang Sanlang.
Jiang Sanlang took it, sat at the table under the eaves and opened the lotus leaf.
"How are the grapes selling?" he asked while eating buns.
Jiang Quan smiled proudly: "They are all sold out."
Jiang Sanlang was surprised: "All three baskets sold?"
"Yes." Jiang Quan put the heavy sack on the table, "It's all here."
They just bought a lot of delicious food outside, using the money here.
Jiang Sanlang smiled and said, "You brothers and sisters should divide this money among you."
Jiang Quan cheered, picked up his backpack and ran into the house to count the money.
This time, the three baskets of grapes were sold for a total of more than 5,000 coins. After deducting the cost of several bamboo baskets, there were still 5,600 coins left.
Jiang Quan divided the money into three parts. He, his younger cousin and his elder brother each received 1,800 coins. The remaining 200 coins were given to Jiang Jie.
After dividing the money, it was already dark, so everyone washed up and went back to their rooms to rest.
The next day, Jiang Sanlang sent his daughter and youngest son to the gate of the county government office.
The people guarding the gate today were not Jin Wu and Cheng San, but two unfamiliar yamen runners.
Although the two men were impatient, they still went in to report.
This time, a middle-aged grandma came out. She was stunned for a moment when she saw Yingbao, then smiled and said, "It must be the young lady from the Jiang family."
Yingbao nodded: "I agreed with Grandpa Wu last time that I would send him some grapes when they are ripe. So I brought some here."
Mammy: "Then come with me. You came at the right time today. If you come in the afternoon, Alang will be busy."
Then he said to Jiang Sanlang, "Please move your things in."
Jiang Sanlang said nothing, took down the grape basket and walked inside.
Yingbao took her brother and followed her father, and walked into the inner courtyard with the nanny.
The meeting was still held under the wisteria trellis in the yard, but this time an elderly couple was sitting under the trellis.
The nanny said, "My husband and his wife are enjoying the cool air, you two little kids should go and pay your respects."
Yingbao recognized Mr. Wu, and the elderly woman next to him should be his wife.
"Hello, Grandpa Wu, hello, Grandma Wu." Ying Bao bowed to the two of them politely, and Jiang Jie beside her also bowed.
"Okay. Is this your brother? Come here and let me see him."
Mr. Wu was very happy and introduced the child to his wife: "This child is called Jiang Yingbao, and that one should be her younger brother."
Old Mrs. Wu was about sixty years old, with a head full of white hair and a haggard face. She looked much older than her grandmother.
Yingbao took her brother to Old Mrs. Wu and Old Mr. Wu and said crisply, "Grandma Wu, Grandpa Wu, my brother's name is Jiang Jie."
Old Mrs. Wu smiled and said, "You are Yingbao, what a clever child."
He turned his head to look at Jiang Jie, stretched out his hand to pull him over and took a look. Seeing that the child was white, tender and very cute, he was very happy and asked softly, "How old are you?"
Jiang Jie: "Grandma, I'm almost five years old."
"Oh, you're almost five years old." Mrs. Wu smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits. She wanted to hold the child in her arms, but she was afraid of offending him, so she asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Jiang Jie nodded: "We have eaten. Daddy brought us mutton wontons."
Before Mrs. Wu could say anything, Mr. Wu asked, "Jiang Jie, can you recite a passage of the Thousand Character Classic for me?"
Jiang Jie was stunned, but thinking of his sister's instructions, he immediately nodded: "Okay."
Then I began to recite the Thousand Character Classic carefully.
Mr. Wu didn't interrupt him until he finished reciting.
Yingbao glanced at Mr. Wu and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him stroking his beard and nodding.
After reciting a thousand-character essay, Jiang Jie looked at his sister eagerly, silently asking her when she would take him away.
Then Mr. Wu asked again: "Jiang Jie, since you can recite, can you write it down from memory?"
Jiang Jie nodded: "Yes!"
Their teacher liked to ask students to recite the text from memory, and if they couldn't recite it well, he would hit their hands. He was afraid of being hit, so he was always the first one to finish.
Mr. Wu asked someone to bring writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and told the little boy to do it himself.
Jiang Jie walked over, spread out the paper, then dripped water into the inkstone, took a piece of ink stick and ground it carefully.
When the ink is almost enough, he picks up the pen, dips it in ink and starts writing from memory.
He was copying very seriously, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Mr. Wu walked over and watched him with his hands behind his back.
The handwriting is neat, the brushwork is exquisite, the strokes are elegant and graceful, and the brushstrokes are gentle and implicit, like flowing clouds and running water.
It's rare that this child has such a good writing style at such a young age.
Mr. Wu suddenly felt a sense of love for the boy and couldn't help but look at him again.
Although he was only four years old, he had an upright posture, a solemn face, and a very precise pen-holding posture.
Even though I was standing next to him, he seemed unaware of it and was concentrating on writing down his thoughts.
From this point of view, he should be an extremely self-disciplined child.
It is rare for a farmer's son to have such character and talent.
Seeing that Jiang Jie had already copied more than ten pages, Granny Wu glared at her husband.
Mr. Wu then patted his little shoulder and said, "Okay, take a break."
Jiang Jie finished the last sentence silently, put down his pen, looked up and asked, "Grandpa Wu, can I go back with my sister?"
His hands were sore from writing, and he was afraid that he would cry if he didn't go back.