Chapter 180 Dictation
Not long after, a few more customers came to buy grapes. You had three jins and I had five jins. A basket of grapes was quickly sold out.
Jiang Quan has raised the price to forty cents per catty. Occasionally, someone buys more and counter-offers, and he sells it.
Grapes cannot be stored for long, and there are still many unpicked at home, so we must sell all the fruits quickly.
Two servants in soap clothes came again later, weighing ten pounds each and taking them away.
By Shen time, all three baskets of grapes had been sold out.
But some people still came to inquire, and most of them came here after tasting the grapes bought by others.
"It's all sold out. Come back the next day."
While Jiang Quan was explaining to the guests, he quietly asked his little cousin: "How about bringing the basket on the carriage?"
Ying Bao glared at him: "Don't move the ones on the carriage, that one is for Ming Mansion."
Jiang Quan curled his lips and saw that the guests had all left with regret, and began to clean up the door panels and go in.
After locking the shop, Jiang Quan and his eldest brother took their younger cousins back to Plum Blossom Lane.
Plum Blossom Alley is not far from the shop, and there are several snack shops at the entrance of the alley.
Like Granny Jiang’s vegetable dumplings, Yang Da’s soup, Fatty Zhou’s peppery mutton skewers, and the mutton bun shop.
The brothers and sisters ate all the way there, and their bellies were full before they even arrived at the door.
Jiang Quan bought ten more mutton buns and brought them to his third uncle.
When I got home, I saw the carriage parked in the yard, the horses grazing slowly in the corner, and the carpenter who was working at home had also returned from work.
Jiang Sanlang came back and tidied the house. The little girl's room was also cleaned. The bed and furniture were neat and tidy, and they were all newly made.
There is already smoke coming from the stove in the kitchen, where Jiang Cheng has been cooking recently.
"Uncle Third, we ate outside, I brought this for you." Jiang Quan handed the mutton bun wrapped in lotus leaves to Jiang Sanlang.
Jiang Sanlang took it and sat at the table under the eaves of the corridor to open the lotus leaves.
"How are the sales of grapes?" he asked while eating steamed buns.
Jiang Quan smiled proudly: "All sold out."
Jiang Sanlang was surprised: "All three baskets were sold?"
"Yes." Jiang Quan placed the heavy robe on the table, "They are all here."
They just bought a lot of delicious food outside, and they also used money from here.
Jiang Sanlang smiled and said: "You brothers and sisters should divide this money."
Jiang Quan cheered, picked up the bag and ran to the house to count the money.
This time, the three baskets of grapes were sold for a total of more than 5,000 Wen. After deducting the cost of several bamboo baskets, there was still 5,600 Wen left.
Jiang Quan divided the money into three parts. He, his younger cousin, and his eldest brother each received 1,800 fen, and the remaining 200 fen was given to Jiang Jie.
After dividing the money, it was getting dark. After washing up, they went back to their rooms to rest.
The next day, Jiang Sanlang sent his daughter and young son to the gate of the county government office.
The gatekeepers today were not Jin Wu and Cheng San, but two unknown government officials.
Although these two people were impatient, they still went in to report.
This time it was a middle-aged grandma who came out. She was stunned for a moment when she saw Ying Bao, and then smiled and said, "She must be the young lady of the Jiang family."
Ying Bao nodded: "I agreed with Grandpa Wu last time that when my grapes are ripe, I will give him some to try. So, I brought some here."
Mammy: "Then come with me. It's a coincidence that you come here today. If you come in the afternoon, Alang won't be free."
Then he said to Jiang Sanlang: "You can move the things in."
Jiang Sanlang was speechless, took down the grape basket and walked inside.
Yingbao pulled her younger brother behind her father and walked into the inner courtyard with this nanny.
We were still receiving guests under the wisteria trellis in the yard, but this time there was an elderly couple sitting under the trellis.
Mammy said: "My Alang and my wife are enjoying the cool weather. You two little babies should go and see the gift quickly."
Yingbao recognized Mr. Wu, and the old woman next to him must be his wife.
"Hello, Grandpa Wu, hello Granny Wu." Ying Bao greeted the two of them in a polite manner, and Jiang Jie beside her also followed suit.
"Okay. Is this your brother? Come here and let me have a look."
Mr. Wu was very happy and introduced to his wife: "This child's name is Jiang Yingbao, and that one should be her brother."
Mrs. Wu is about sixty years old, with white hair and a haggard complexion. She looks much older than her grandma.
Yingbao led her younger brother to Mrs. Wu and Mr. Wu and said crisply: "Grandma Wu, Grandpa Wu, my brother's name is Jiang Jie."
Mrs. Wu smiled: "You are Ying Bao, you are such a smart child."
Turning his eyes to look at Jiang Jie, he stretched out his hand to pull him over and took a look. Seeing that the child was white, tender and very cute, he felt so happy that he asked softly: "How old is he?"
Jiang Jie: "Mother-in-law, I am almost five years old."
"Hey, he's almost five years old." Mrs. Wu smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed. She wanted to hold the child in her arms, but was afraid of disturbing him, so she asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Jiang Jie nodded: "Have eaten, the mutton wontons that dad brought us to eat."
Mrs. Wu was still waiting to say anything, but Mr. Wu asked: "Jiang Jie, can you recite a thousand-character essay for me to listen to?"
Jiang Jie was stunned for a moment, but thinking of his sister's explanation, he immediately nodded: "Okay."
Then he began to recite the Thousand-Character Essay seriously.
Mr. Wu did not interrupt him until the recitation was over.
Ying Bao secretly observed Mr. Wu and was relieved when she saw him stroking his beard and nodding.
After Jiang Jie finished reciting a thousand-character essay, he looked at his sister eagerly and silently asked her when she would take him away.
Then Mr. Wu said again: "Jiang Jie, since you can recite, can you write silently?"
Jiang Jie nodded: "Yes!"
Their master likes to ask students to write the text silently. If they can't write silently, they will beat the teacher. He is afraid of being beaten, so he is always the first to finish silently.
Mr. Wu asked someone to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and signaled the little kid to do it himself.
Jiang Jie walked over, unfolded the paper, poured water into the inkstone, took an ink stick and ground it carefully.
When the ink was almost full, I dipped my pen in the ink and started writing silently.
He wrote silently very seriously, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Mr. Wu walked over and watched beside him with his hands behind his hands.
The handwriting is neat, the brushwork is exquisite, the writing is free and elegant, and the writing style is euphemistic and implicit, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
It is really rare for this child to have such sharp writing skills at such a young age.
Mr. Wu suddenly felt cherished and could not help but take another look at the boy in front of him.
At only four years old, he has a tall and straight body, a solemn face, and a very strict pen-holding posture.
Even though he was standing next to him, he seemed not to notice anything and was concentrating on writing silently.
From this point of view, he should be an extremely self-disciplined child.
It is rare for a farmer's son to have such character and talent.
Seeing that Jiang Jie had already written down more than ten pieces of paper, Granny Wu glared at her husband.
Mr. Wu then patted his little shoulder: "Okay, have a rest."
Jiang Jie finished the last sentence in silence, then put down his pen, raised his head and asked, "Grandpa Wu, can I go back with my sister?"
His hands were sore from writing, and if he didn't go back, he was afraid he would shed tears.