Man Bao was a little curious about paying the food tax, and when Zhou Zhou Lang came to eat the remaining buns, she followed along to join in the fun.
The people queuing up here are all grown men, not to mention children like Man Bao, there are no half-grown men like Liu Liulang, so the people around looked at them curiously.
Man Bao went in quickly, and saw that the official was measuring the rice with a measuring instrument. He looked at the household registration he handed over and the slip in the book, and sang: "Zhou Hu, Cheng Ding and two people need to pay for grain." Four stones, four feet of silk, four liang of cotton."
Zhou Hu immediately stepped forward with a burden. The strange thing is that the officials did not weigh them, but measured them by buckets. Ten buckets make one stone, and four stones equals forty buckets. Man Bao felt that this was troublesome. Seeing that the messenger used a bucket to measure out a full bucket from Zhou Hu's bag, and it was even tipped, he directly raised it up and sprinkled it into the cart beside him, and after confirming that there was no food mixed with it, he sang: "A bucket!"
Measured another bucket, and then cast it down, "Two buckets..."
Man Bao was stunned, she looked thoughtfully at the messenger measuring the grain, and the people around her were no longer surprised.
After Zhou Hu was done, he went to the village chief's house. There were more adults in his family, four of them, so he had to pay eight stones of grain.
Man Bao squatted aside and stared at her intently. The official took a few glances at her and saw that the child was not causing trouble, so he didn't chase her away.
As soon as the village chief's house was over, it was Zhou's turn, and Zhou Dalang hurriedly handed over his household registration and the slip. According to the law of this dynasty, a man who has reached the age of eighteen is a Ding male. Zhou Zhoulang is very lucky. He will only turn eighteen in two months, so he is not considered a Ding now.
There are four members of the Zhou family, and they also need to take eight stones of food.
The messengers were also merciless towards the Zhou family's grain. After filling a bucket full, they dropped it and sang it loudly, and the recording officer next to it would write down a sum, and when the sixteen orthographic characters were filled, the tax would be paid.
Man Bao watched from the sidelines, seeing the dwindling grains, she finally understood why his father added so much more when weighing the grains last night.
At the end of the measurement, there was only a thin layer left in the Zhou family's last bag of grain. Zhou Dalang took the stick and went to the side to exchange the receipt, and Zhou Zhoulang put the grain bag and the remaining grain on the cart. Step back and wait.
After taking the receipt, Zhou Dalang went to hold Manbao's hand.
There are all men here, Zhou Xi can't keep up with them, so she stays behind, and when they come out, she immediately goes up to them and asks with a smile: "How is it, have you finished the handover?"
"It's over, it went well."
Zhou Xi glanced at the remaining food in the food bag, lowered his voice, and said, "Why are you going to buy so much food this year?"
Zhou Dalang also sighed, shook his head and said, "Fortunately, there was no increase. I heard that the next county added an inch of wood to the bucket last year."
Zhou Xi couldn't help spitting: "It's really wicked."
Man Bao stood aside and couldn't help asking, "Brother, are they embezzling?"
Zhou Dalang was so frightened that he covered her mouth, looked around nervously and said: "Little ancestor, I will say such things after I get home, I dare not say such things on the street."
Man Bao couldn't help snorting twice, turned around and ran to look for Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother, and discussed with them: "Fifth Brother, let's sell more sugar to Fu Second Sister, Fourth Brother, remember to go to the county to sell ginger in the future Take a walk through the back door of Fu's house and ask for a higher price, don't be shy."
He said again: "What about the master's house, the county lieutenant's house, go to the back door of their house more often."
Seeing her angry, Zhou Zhou touched her forehead and asked, "Why did they mess with you?"
"Hmph, they are not good officials, we have to earn their money."
Zhou Zhoulang is very interested in making money now. Hearing this, he became happy, nodded and said: "No problem, if you don't say that the fourth brother will go for a walk, there are only a few places in this county that can afford tea."
Although Zhou Zhoulang didn't come to the county as many times as Friday Lang, he had a lot of friends, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the casino in the first place.
Their family grows a lot of ginger. Apart from selling it to Jishitang and grocery stores, which are cheaper, the retail price is a little higher, and he prefers to sell it by himself.
Forty Wen a catty is the cheapest, forty-five Wen, fifty Wen, let him set the price according to the market, and now the ginger is tender, with a special flavor, although Zhou Zhoulang really doesn't understand, the spicy and spicy ginger soup What kind of flavor is there, but Man Bao said so, he thinks that maybe the brains of scholars are different from theirs.
So Zhou Zhoulang peddled Jiang along the street without any hesitation. He was bold and thick-skinned. Zhou Wulang wanted to bid forty-five cents, but he asked for fifty cents when he opened his mouth, and even blew his ginger away. The extravagant hype is based on the effects that Man Bao told him.
Ginger is planted at the foot of the mountain, and it is poured with sweet mountain spring water every day. The best farm manure is used. The mountain is full of outstanding people, and it is a treasure land of good geomantic omen. The curative effect of the ginger grown is also very good. , is also very delicious.
Then, for the sake of my sister (aunt) being so amiable, I will give you two cents a catty cheaper, what, five cents cheaper
That's too much, Sanwen, it's not easy for us Yaonong to grow some ginger...
That's right, Zhou Zhoulang has already proclaimed himself a medicine farmer.
Selling the ginger at a price of forty-seven yuan a catty, Zhou Zhoulang also sold the yam that was about to ripen, and after boasting about its curative effect and taste, he made an appointment with everyone to bring some for them to taste if it was ripe. early adopters.
Zhou Wulang stared at the whole process, he felt that he was already good enough, after all, he had been in business for a year, but he didn't expect that the fourth brother was even better than him, and he got started so quickly.
Zhou Zhoulang is not only good at selling things, but also very good at keeping money.
He looked around, took out the money he had just received and put it in another small pocket while no one was paying attention, and then smiled and took Lao Wu to the door of the next house to sell.
Wu Wulang blinked, pretending he didn't see it, and obediently followed.
Zhou Zhoulang is a chicken thief, and he chooses to sell in rich areas or places where county officials live. People in these places are more willing to spend money to buy things. What he sells is what they need in daily life, and the ginger is very fresh. There are quite a lot of people who buy it.
He didn't even go to the market, he sold all the ginger in these two areas, and then shook his hands to go shopping.
Wu Wulang said: "Fourth brother, let's go home."
"Why are you going home? It's still early. Go shopping for a while before going back."
"Mother said, if I lie, my legs will be broken when I go back, so fourth brother, I won't help you lie."
Zhou Zhoulang froze, slumped his shoulders and said: "Okay, go back, mother is really, we are so old and we are so strict."
Zhou Wulang felt that "we" should not include him, "I used to come to the county seat, and my mother would never tell me this sentence. It is you who is worried about my mother."
Zhou Zhoulang muttered, "I've changed everything."
Wu Wulang said secretly: "It's strange!"