Chapter 19 Sold Out
Zhou Huaishan always wanted to eat beggar's chicken, so Zhou Qing made him a beggar's chicken.
When the beggar's chicken is cooked, Zhao's dinner will be cooked as well.
Zhou Qing didn't want to cause trouble for himself, so he brought dinner back to the house to eat.
When she entered, Zhou Huaishan's eyes almost glowed green.
"Okay, that's all I'll write for today. Yao'er and Hezi are going to have dinner quickly. Sister left some chickens for you and put them in your father's house."
"The eldest sister is the most and best eldest sister in the world."
Zhou Ping jumped three feet high and slid to the ground.
Zhou Yao rubbed her wrists and led Zhou Ping away.
As soon as they left, Zhou Huaishan immediately spread out on the kang and said, "Daughter, my father is going to die."
Zhou Qing knew that he was really tired today, so he tore a chicken leg and put it to his mouth, "Eat chicken."
Zhou Huaishan, who was still weak just now, suddenly came back to life with full blood, "It's delicious, my dear, you can eat it too."
"Half for us, and half for Third Uncle and the others."
Zhou Huaishan had no objection, "You eat those chicken wings, girl."
After eating the chicken and wiping his hands, Zhou Qing began to clean up the writing area.
The unused red paper is placed in the kang cabinet, and the written characters "Feng" are arranged in three numbers: large, medium and small.
A hundred paintings for Dafeng, a hundred for Zhongfeng, and two hundred for Xiaofeng. Twenty sheets were tied in a roll and put into a backpack.
After tidying up, Zhou Qing smiled and said to Zhou Huaishan, "Is the chicken delicious?"
Zhou Huaishan was lying on the kang, with his legs crossed and his feet dangling, while he was chewing the chicken bones and said: "It's delicious. Oh, I think that the noble Lord of Rongyang Palace has actually reduced himself to saying that chicken is delicious! Life!" "
"Do you still want to eat tomorrow?"
Zhou Huaishan's movement of scratching the chicken bones stopped, his dangling feet stopped, and he turned over to look at Zhou Qing warily.
If he said this, there would be no problem at all.
Of course the dude wants to eat chicken every day.
But my daughter said it
He had an ominous premonition.
"Daughter, what do you want to do?"
Zhou Qing slapped the Analects of Confucius on the Kang table, with a smile on his face, "Let's copy the book after eating."
Zhou Huaishan.
"Are you the devil?!"
"If you don't study hard at such an old age, will there be a mine at home? Are you going to farm in the future? Do you know how to farm? Do you plan to eat dirt for the rest of your life?"
Zhou Huaishan.
In the end, Dandanshan finished copying half of the "Analects of Confucius" under the urging of Devil Qing.
At the end of the day, Zhou Qing assigned the homework for the next day and copied the remaining half of the book.
Early the next morning, Zhou Qing specially dressed in men's clothes and Zhou Huailin got up early and set out with backpacks on their backs.
The Zhou family did not have an ox cart or mule cart, so they had to walk.
Fortunately, there are many villages near Qingyang Village, and the two of them arrived at a large village in the middle of the morning.
After meeting the patriarch of the village, he explained his intention and left three Dafeng cards, three Zhongfeng cards and three Xiaofeng cards for the clan leader's family. Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin started the show.
Zhou Qing borrowed a small gong from the patriarch's house and started selling it by beating the gong.
"Everyone, take a look. Dafeng has a good harvest every year. The price is fair and the quality is guaranteed. You don't have to miss work to go to the county town, and you don't have to ask your relatives to make excuses."
"The money spent is less than in previous years, and Feng is fuller than in previous years. Take a look, Feng is a big seller."
The sound of gongs and Zhou Qing's festive shouts immediately attracted people from the village.
"Brother, how do you sell this word?"
Zhou Qing was holding Dafeng in one hand and Xiaofeng and Zhongfeng in the other.
"Three large copper plates, two of them, and one small one. The price is absolutely fair. You can't buy them so cheaply in the county. Auntie, look at this piece of paper in my house. The characters are no worse than those in the county."
"This young man can tell." The aunt who asked the question took the paper in Zhou Qing's hand and touched it.
The quality of the paper is not bad, and Zhou Huaishan's calligraphy is not particularly picky.
"Okay, give me two of the three big ones and two small ones."
"Okay!" Zhou Qing agreed happily.
Zhou Huailin had already counted out the corresponding number quickly and handed the word "Feng" to the aunt.
When collecting the money, Zhou Qing said: "You bought so much and took care of my business so much. I'll give you this little one. I wish my aunt's family a full grain tank, a bumper harvest, and a full house of children and grandchildren."
The aunt was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear when she heard this.
"Bring me five big feng cards and three medium feng cards."
"Okay, I'll give you two more Xiaofeng."
"I want it too, I want it. I want four Dafeng cards and five Xiaofeng cards."
"Auntie, I can't afford to give away five Xiaofeng sheets. So, if you buy four Xiaofeng sheets, I will give you one."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Every household farms and harvests grain. Every household looks forward to filling the grain jars and a bumper autumn harvest. Zhou Qing's calligraphy is sold cheaply. Naturally, everyone wants to get a good fortune.
In a village, all the words brought were sold out.
There were still several families who came late and failed to buy. Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin happily promised to come back in a few days.
"Little brothers, you should come and sell Spring Festival couplets before the Chinese New Year."
Zhou Qing chuckled, "Everyone, ladies and aunts, are thinking about me, so I will come naturally."
After making some jokes, Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin left the village.
"Qing girl, I didn't expect that the word "our" would be so easy to sell! Write less, write less."
As soon as he left the village, Zhou Huailin smiled from ear to ear, regretting that he didn't write enough words.
Zhou Qing said with a smile: "I'll go back later and let my dad write it again. Let's see if we can get to another village before dark."
But Zhou Huailin shook his head, "I'll sell it tomorrow, but I'll go to town first today."
"Uncle Third, do you want to buy anything?"
"We have made money, and there must be people in the village who are jealous, your grandparents and your uncle." Zhou Huailin paused and did not continue, but said: "Go to the town to buy some wine and some snacks, and send them to the clan leader's house."
Zhou Qing immediately understood what Zhou Huailin meant.
"Third uncle is still thoughtful. So, let my father write a few more Feng characters when we go back, and we will send them together with the characters and things."
Zhou Huailin smiled and took out a roll of Feng characters from his backpack, "No need, I left it in advance, just like before, three big ones and three small ones."
Zhou Qing
Who said that the ancients were stupid?
They were smart.
Third uncle had a good brain, but he was imprisoned by the farm work at home. In addition, he didn't have a penny, so he couldn't do any small business.
Now there is a chance
Zhou Qing looked at Zhou Huailin, his eyes shining a little.
If she could train her father to be a high official and her third uncle to be a big businessman, then what else would she struggle for.
Life is very promising!
The uncle and nephew were talking, and they went straight to the clan leader's house after buying things in the town.
There were two trees in front of the clan leader's house.
There was a jujube tree on one side and a jujube tree on the other side.
Zhou Qing's mouth twitched as she looked at the two jujube trees.
She felt that she should not carry a basket, but a fork, so as not to disappoint the two trees.
Zhou Qing was twitching her mouth when she saw the clan leader's eldest grandson Runzi walking out of the yard with a big fork on his back.
Zhou Qing
"Runzi, where are you going?" Zhou Huailin said to him with a smile.
"I'm going to the watermelon field."
Zhou Qing almost knelt down.