The Zhou family found that the beating sound coming from Zhou Dayuan's house was louder tonight, and they could hear Zhang's scolding the child and Goudan's crying from a long distance away.
Xiaoqian was leading the children to string yam beans. Hearing the commotion over there was getting bigger and bigger, he couldn't help frowning, "Sister Zhang, what's wrong, she's so angry tonight."
It's getting dark, and it's usually the time when everyone has finished their supper and is going to bed.
Mrs. He sneered, and said: "Why else? It must be because our fourth uncle got a good lottery. Sister-in-law, if you are not here today, you didn't see it. When the fourth uncle's bamboo stick was drawn out, she immediately turned green. She didn't say anything, and she could get angry even if she had nothing to do with his family."
Xiaoqian snorted, put the skewered yam beans aside, and said, "Don't worry about her."
At least they got it right? She was dissatisfied with the beating, but in the end she was the one who got angry.
The Zhou family is very busy this year, and there is no time to deal with such trivial matters.
The stones in the homestead have been picked up, the grass roots have been dug out, and the foundation can be dug tomorrow.
The village has to plow 40 mu of wasteland for Cheng Ding this year, so it is very busy.
He was too busy to dig up the yams. In the end, Man Bao asked his friends to dig up the ripe yams and picked all the yam beans on the vines.
Although the yams are a bit small, they are still quite a lot. Zhou Zhoulang was gearing up, and excitedly ran to ask his mother, "Mother, is my debt going to be paid off?"
Qian raised her eyelids to look at him, and said, "Well, it's almost there, but you haven't paid the two or two shares for the house yet."
Zhou Zhoulang's excitement was vented, he drooped his head and said "Oh", and ran back to find Man Bao, "How do you sell this yam?"
"Sell fresh ones," Man Bao said, "It's too bad to sell dried ones to pharmacies."
Zhou Zhoulang also felt at a loss, so he rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll sell it myself, Man Bao, you have to help me speak well in front of my parents."
Wu Wulang was not happy, and said: "When I go to sell ginger, I just sell it along the way, why should you go?"
"What do you know, I know a few friends, and it will be faster to sell them, and this year we will save more seeds. Next year, we will choose a better fertile land to plant, and we will definitely reap more. By that time, our county will eat more. What if there are so many yams that can’t go down? Can’t they be transported out?”
Man Bao cheered up, and immediately said: "Yes, I want to sell it abroad, and I want to tell my father, we will save more seeds this year, and choose a few fertile and breathable land to plant next year."
Wu Wulang scratched his head and asked, "Then, do we still have a share?"
"It's gone." Man Bao said, "That's not the fourth brother's own land, it's the family's land."
Man Bao knows that only what is planted on the land he has cultivated belongs to him.
Zhou Wulang immediately looked at Zhou Zhoulang, and asked, "Fourth brother, what are you going to use that piece of wasteland for?"
Don't think about the Ding Tian that Zhou Lang got, it belongs to the whole family, unless the family is separated, the actual control will not be in the hands of Zhou Lang.
What really belongs to Zhou Zhoulang now is the piece of land that they worked together to open up.
Zhou Zhoulang rolled his eyes and said, "I think it's better to grow ginger than yam."
Wu Wulang also agreed, "I think so too."
Then the two looked at Man Bao together.
Man Bao nodded solemnly, "Then let's keep a little more ginger seeds this year."
Ginger is easy to sell, and its shelf life is also very long. As long as it is buried in sand, it can be stored for five or six months without any problem. It can also be dried into dried ginger and sold to drugstores.
They also talked about this idea to Lao Zhou, who smoked a cigarette and thought about it, "Yam and ginger seem to make money, but they can't eat much of this stuff, if one day people outside don't buy it, then It’s just in your hands, so you still have to grow food, I think, the family will take out two acres of land to grow yams, and another two acres to grow ginger.”
Old Zhou said: "I don't care about the two pieces of wasteland created by Lao Si and Xi Kai, you can mess with them as you like."
He said: "Whoever you have the ability to open up wasteland can plant according to your own wishes, but let me put it here, if you want to make wasteland, you must first finish the work at home."
As soon as these words came out, it meant that they were allowed to open up wasteland, and the brothers of the Zhou family were a little moved.
Especially Zhou Zhoulang, he is the least capable among the grown-up brothers, and also earns the least. What he is good at is farming.
However, the harvest from farming belongs to the public, so it cannot be used as private money.
Different from the extra income of the big and second rooms, most of the private house money of the third room was earned by Zhou Zhou Lang working as a helper at Mr. Bai’s house. Last year and this year, he earned a little extra because he was going to cook for the laborers. Otherwise, he might not be able to get a couple of taels of the money he paid last time.
So as soon as old Zhou Tou let go, he thought he would open up a piece of wasteland and plant some ginger, maybe he could earn more next year.
Ho thought so too.
But the seeds still have to be taken with Manbao.
So, as soon as the meeting was over, Zhou Zhoulang approached Man Bao and told her about it.
Man Bao had no problem at all, and agreed, "Okay, third brother, how much land do you want to open, and how many seeds do you want?"
Zhou Zhoulang thought about it, he couldn’t handle too many, and there was still so much land to be cultivated at home, so he said: “Just open a piece of land that is about the same as Shiro’s, seven to eighty percent, and it will be possible to plant all the ginger at that time.” Quite a lot."
Man Bao said no problem, and patted his small chest and said: "Then third brother, go and choose the land, and I will help you open up the wasteland after the selection is done."
Zhou Zhoulang was happy, patted her little head and said, "I don't need you."
Zhou Zhou's Ding Tian needs to be reclaimed, and the Zhou family must produce at least one Lao Ding. The old Zhou sent Zhou Lang to go, after all, it is his own land.
Then the other brothers, except for the fifth and sixth sons, have to stay at home to build houses.
So Zhou Zhoulang still failed to take over the yam business completely, but he still took Wu Zhoulang to the county town and sold a small half of the family's yams.
Most of the rest will be kept as seeds, and the rest will be handed over to Wu Wulang and the others for sale.
But in the county town, there are not many people who really know yam and can eat it. The audience can't compare with ginger, so it's a bit hard to sell.
However, as long as the customer base is identified, Wu Lang and Liu Lang's business trip is quite smooth. The two brothers can bring back five or six hundred cash from the county every day.
Zhou Zhoulang looked at it, and became more determined to open up wasteland.
Even Zhou Dalang was a little moved, and discussed with Xiaoqian to open a piece of land.
Xiaoqian said: "Didn't the third brother say that he would open it? If you open it again, will all the work at home be spread to the second child?"
Although Xiaoqian's heart was also moved, "Father won't agree, the four are three years old, I think the third sibling will have another one, and the stall at home will be too big to take care of, wouldn't it be a waste?"