Chapter 215 Why do they look at us as if we are food too?

"My brother-in-law never thought about how to live in the future. He was living from hand to mouth. I also knew that he had no money to buy food, so I asked him what he wanted to exchange.

He said he wanted to exchange it with more than 20 mu of wasteland. I knew what wasteland he was talking about. The weeds were taller than corn stalks, but I thought it was at least 20 to 30 mu of land, which was better than reclaiming wasteland.

Besides, the children at home were grown up, and there were many people working. If we were more diligent in composting and managing the land, we could also make the land healthy. However, we only kept enough potatoes for the original land before, and the rest were all exchanged to people in the village. We can't do anything to get it back." Aunt Zhang's smile became deeper and deeper, and she couldn't help laughing while talking.

She was worried about what to plant on these 20 to 30 mu of wasteland.

No matter what you plant, the harvest is incomparable to potatoes!

Zhang Xiaocao took over the conversation and said happily: "My mother is worried, especially this land is not like a field. A field can still grow a season of winter wheat, but wasteland cannot;

Our family is still thinking about planting some vegetables on this land, and the rest will be left there and can only be planted in the spring next year."

Bai Ziqian:...This is indeed a coincidence.

Shuiqing doesn't think it's a coincidence, "You are diligent and seized the opportunity. It is only a matter of time before you have more fields. Don't worry, there will be more and more money, fields and forests in the future."

If it weren't for diligence and seizing the opportunity to earn some silver and property, even if Zhang Tuzi and others wanted to exchange fields for food, they couldn't do it.

They could only go to the old village chief and other wealthy families to exchange.

Bronze Ox, Iron Ox and Wooden Ox have been looked down upon by others in the village since they were poor. When children quarreled, they would also use his family's poverty as an excuse. I have never heard such kind words.

Especially, these words were said by Shuiqing's sister-in-law who often helped them. I just felt particularly comforted and my whole body was in peace!

"Without you, let alone seize the opportunity, I'm afraid we will be like my brother-in-law. No, his family still has a lot of land to exchange for food, but my family doesn't even have a few acres of land!" As she spoke, Aunt Zhang thought of the sad days before, and tears came out.

The four children also thought of the pain of being hungry in the past, being so hungry that they couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and having sour water coming up from their stomachs.

"Mr. Bai, don't feel embarrassed. Even on wasteland, potatoes can yield more than 1,000 kilograms. We know that the tenant farmers outside only hand in 60%!

Besides, after handing in this, we still have at least 400 kilograms per acre, which is better than planting anything else." Aunt Zhang looked at Bai Ziqian, who was blushing and uncomfortable, and comforted him.

The golden and silver cows at home also helped Mr. Bai deliver potatoes. Two people can earn one or two taels of silver every five days.

Mr. Bai must value potatoes very much. If there is no other way, he would not plant them here.

There is nothing to grow on the wasteland anyway, so it would be a waste to leave it empty. Plant 20 to 30 mu of potatoes, and the remaining potatoes will be enough for the whole family to eat for two or three years.

Bai Ziqian didn't expect Aunt Zhang to comfort him, and his fair cheeks turned redder.

He secretly glanced at Aunt Shuiqing beside him and found that she looked natural.

Shuiqing announced calmly: "Aunt Zhang, you family should grow well. The harvest is the best. I will buy the remaining potatoes at the price of coarse grains."

Bai Ziqian opened his eyes wide in surprise. Didn't Aunt Shuiqing tell you this before coming?

Shuiqing: ..... How can I tell you everything.

Aunt Zhang really didn't expect that potatoes can be sold for money!

The village will plant them in the second half of the year, and every household will have them by then. The food output is large, and it will be impossible to buy them next year, even if they are exchanged for corn flour.

If they are shipped out for sale, others will not see them, and I don't know if they dare to buy them.

She rubbed her hands and asked hesitantly: "You, this, the price of coarse grains is high, how about the price of black flour?"

It's not that she doesn't want to make money, but her potato seeds were all given by Shuiqing! Selling them back to her at the price of coarse grains is a conscienceless thing.

Shuiqing waved her hand and said bluntly: "It's okay, but let's make it clear first, buy according to the current price of coarse grains, nine cents per catty, right? Otherwise, if the price of grain rises to the sky next year, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

It's better to say the ugly words in advance than to leave trouble behind.

"Even if the price of grain rises to the sky next year, it will be this price!" Aunt Zhang happily decided.

Zhang Xiaocao, the bronze ox, the iron ox, and the wooden ox nodded heavily.

No matter how high the price rises, it has nothing to do with them. Without Sister Shuiqing, how could they live in the big house now and eat a full meal every day!

Besides, the potatoes haven't been planted yet. Only Aunt Shuiqing is willing to buy potatoes with a high yield at nine cents per catty.

Shuiqing and Bai Ziqian were escorted a long way by the five people, and then they reluctantly returned.

The two had experience this time, and knew that the families who planted potatoes in the first half of the year would keep enough potato seeds. After all, there were only a few people like Aunt Zhang who bought land temporarily, so they avoided the families who planted potatoes in the first half of the year.

Bai Ziqian walked on the dirt road in the village and asked hesitantly: "Aunt, what if the price of grain rises sharply next year and they don't want to sell it?"

Dad said that those vassal kings are very likely to rebel. Once they rebel, there will be a war, and the price of grain will skyrocket in the war.

Aunt Shuiqing collected potatoes, or is it to hoard grain? Wait until the time comes and sell it at a high price, and make a lot of money.

"If you don't want to sell it, don't sell it. Anyway, there is still 60% to be handed in, which is almost enough." Shuiqing said indifferently.

The more the quantity, the more sincerity, but the less the quantity, the difference is not big. After all, her batch of potatoes is not for eating or selling.

After hearing this, Bai Ziqian overturned his previous guess. He missed his old father so much at this moment. If his father was here, he would definitely be able to solve his doubts!

Bai Manshan, who was escorting a car on the road, suddenly sneezed loudly.

He murmured to himself: "Strange, who is thinking about me?"

Well, it must be Hu Yu who missed him!

Fortunately, he sent a letter back to report that he was safe. When the potatoes here are delivered, he will rush back at full speed!

Thinking of potatoes, he looked at the long team, which stretched endlessly.

The people on both sides of the official road, leaning on wooden sticks and wearing tattered clothes, stopped and stared at the high bulge of oilcloth on the vehicle.

"Don't look at it, don't look at it. I am in the cloth business. These are soaked cloths. I can't sell them at a high price. I can only transport them to places without floods and sell them at a low price!

They are worthless and can't be eaten. They are heavy. There is nothing to see." Bai Manshan shouted as he walked.

After he finished shouting, some of them stopped watching and continued on their way silently, while the others still stared at the vehicles.

In the team, the men who had entered the city after the flood were fine, but the men who had not entered the city were scared and their palms were sweating with nervousness.

Fan Erzhu swallowed a big mouthful of saliva and asked with a trembling voice: "Why do they look at us as if we are food too?"