Looking at the back of the little guy who disappeared, Prince Yin felt a sense of strangeness in his heart. After a while, he turned his head and gave Eunuch Liu a cold look.
Eunuch Liu shrank his neck resentfully: "This slave is reckless."
King Yin looked at the little guy again, but unfortunately, he couldn't even see the figure.
Jing Yun took his younger sister into the alley between the houses, and put away the slingshot: "Sister, don't cry, I have already beaten the bad guys away."
Wang Shu sniffed and nodded.
Jing Yun took out the handkerchief prepared by his mother and blew his sister's nose: "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Wang Shu choked up and said.
Jing Yun said: "Don't tell mother about this, mother has worked very hard, let's not worry her anymore, brother will protect you."
Wang Shu nodded.
"Let's go to grandma's house for dinner." Jing Yun took his younger sister, holding hands, and went to Aunt Luo's house.
Qiao Wei is very busy every day, and she has to get up early to make snacks, and she has to go to the town to deliver goods. When she comes back, she has to farm and make preserved eggs. She is so busy that her feet don't touch the ground. The children eat lunch at Luo's .
Spring is the busy time of farming, and it is reasonable to say that Mrs. Luo is not free. It just so happened that the Luo family didn't plant much land. Uncle Luo's health is not good enough to handle farming. There is no shortage of fat, but after so many years, it is still much better than farming to get some oil and water overtly and secretly.
In the Liang Dynasty, men who had reached the age of 18 were entitled to 40 mu of land each. Unmarried women were not given any land, but married women could get 20 mu of land for their husband’s family. out of the water. It's useless to give birth to a daughter, and you can't share anything. When you get married, you can share it, but it's allocated to your husband's family.
Sad, sad!
In the Luo family, Uncle Luo has 40, Luo Yongzhi has 40, Aunt Luo has 20, and Cuiyun has 20, a total of 120 mu, but the actual planted area is less than 20 mu, and the rest is given to others. They planted it, and they received a meager rent from it.
Farming is very hard work. In ancient times, there were no mechanized farming tools. It all depended on people and cattle, and the yield could not increase. Take rice as an example. Modern super hybrid rice can already reach a yield of more than 1,000 kilograms per mu. In the Tang Dynasty , the yield of rice in the Taihu Lake Basin was only 138 kg per mu; in the Song Dynasty, 225 kg; in the Ming Dynasty, 333 kg; in the Qing Dynasty, 278 kg.
The production level of the Daliang Dynasty, which is unprecedented in history, is roughly between the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty. In a good year, the production capacity per mu can reach 180 kg. of.
Thinking of this, Qiao Wei couldn't help sweating for her ten acres of sorghum, sorghum, sorghum, you have to be more competitive, grow me a few hundred catties...
On March 15th, the first batch of preserved eggs matured. "Coincidentally" this day the private school was on holiday. The old scholar would not tell his lady that he let everyone go because the young master and young lady asked for leave!
In this way, the young master and the young lady don't have to miss class, he is simply too witty!
Qiao Wei took the preserved egg and the child, and went to Rongji in Father Shuanzi's carriage.
Boss Rong couldn't wait any longer. As soon as the carriage stopped, he strode over: "Little Qiao! Is my egg ready? Give it to me quickly! I can't live without it!"
Qiao Wei's body trembled, can you not be so ambiguous when you speak...
Jing Yun and Wang Shu jumped out of the carriage, and called Uncle Rong politely. Boss Rong likes such a cute and sensible child, much better than those little bastards in his family. It's so beautiful!
He happily pinched the faces of the two of them: "So good! There are fried fruits at the counter, go and eat them!"
The two looked at Qiao Wei with wide eyes, and they went happily until Qiao Wei nodded.
Qiao Wei handed over a jar of preserved eggs to Boss Rong.
The "rice husk coat" of the preserved eggs has been cleaned by Qiao Wei, and they are all wrapped in wax, which can enhance the preservation time.
Boss Rong finished counting by himself, pursed his lips, and said in dissatisfaction: "Why are there only fifty? I've been waiting for you for a month, and you just hand over such a small amount to fool me?"
Qiao Wei smiled: "This is the first batch, you can see if it sells well, I will have more later."
Boss Rong said: "It must be easy to sell! How long have you put the things here that I have not been sold? You just make more, I will charge as much as you make, and I will sell you nothing left!"
Qiao Wei smiled and said, "I'm relieved by Boss You Rong's words."
Boss Rong asked Xiao Liu to take the preserved eggs down, and told him to put them away, not to damage any of them. He sat with Qiao Wei for a while, and said, "By the way, Xiao Qiao, do you still remember the one who always came to the store?" A servant girl from the capital who ordered dim sum?"
"You mean Xingzhu?" In Qiao Wei's impression, there was only one maid who would "travel thousands of miles" to buy dim sum.
Boss Rong was surprised: "You still know her name?"
Qiao Wei said indifferently: "I heard her mention it, what's wrong with her?"
Boss Rong chuckled: "She doesn't want dim sum these days, she wants preserved eggs!"
"How does she know preserved eggs?" As soon as the words fell, Qiao Wei remembered what had happened. She had sent a basket of preserved eggs to Mingxiu. Probably his grandmother liked it, and the daughter of Enbo's mansion fell in love with her outside. Purchased.
Boss Rong shrugged: "I don't know how she knows, anyway, if she wants it, I will agree to it."
Qiao Wei's smile faded: "How much did you tell her?"
"I haven't said it yet, but I plan to sell her two hundred coins each! How is it? Great?" Boss Rong winked triumphantly.
Qiao Wei laughed mockingly: "How can two hundred Wen be enough? At least five hundred Wen?"
Boss Rong choked on his throat with a sip of tea, did he hear correctly? Five hundred words? The cost price of a duck egg is only two yuan! Is this gold inlaid or silver inlaid? so expensive? !
Qiao Wei said casually: "Her master is very rich, not to mention five hundred Wen, even five hundred taels is not a problem. You don't want to slaughter this kind of fat sheep, why don't you keep it for the Dragon Boat Festival?"
When she thought of how the daughter of the Enbo House bought her with gold, she became angry.
Boss Rong could sense the signs, took a deep look at Qiao Wei, leaned up to her and said, "Miss Qiao, you don't mean you have a grudge against her, do you? I said you are too... what the hell! Why is the layout so small? Where is five hundred Wen? At least five taels!"