Farmer's Little Girl

Chapter 455

Man Bao thought for a moment and replied, "OK, let me ask him, Dad, is our uncle really dead?"

The smile on Lao Zhou's face stiffened. He sighed for a long time, pulled out the cigarette rod pinned at the back of his waist, nodded and said, "yes, I'm dead."

Man Bao turned and squatted with him, holding his chin with both hands, and sighed faintly, "I haven't seen my uncle yet."

Just put the cigarette gun into his mouth, Lao Zhoutou's eyes turned red, and the smoke choked up. He couldn't help coughing violently, and then his tears and snot flowed down together.

Lao Zhou's head wiped it carelessly, turned his head and squeezed out a smile to the surprised man Bao, "choking..."

But the tears can't be wiped clean.

While wiping his eyes, Lao Zhou muttered vaguely, "it's too choking..."

Man Bao didn't know why she was very sad. She patted her chest and promised, "Dad, don't worry, I will make Bai Shanbao cheaper."

Of course, Bai Shanbao can't be cheap, because he just learned from his cousin that the grain merchants may not have received grain, so the price of wheat rose again. Yesterday it rose back to 30 Wen a Dou, but today it jumped to 32 Wen a dou.

It is said that the wheat from the grain shop to take out has also increased by two Wen. Obviously, the crafty grain merchants are not willing to pay more for nothing.

So Bai Shanbao doesn't have to worry about selling the remaining three bags of wheat. As long as a grain merchant finds it, he can sell it easily for 32 Wen.

If man Bao hadn't seen that he was an acquaintance and his eyes were still a little red, he wouldn't have sold it to her for thirty Wen if he had just cried.

Man Bao choked with her father just now, and his eyes were still a little red. He discussed with Bai Shanbao and said, "then you tell my father that you sold us cheaply, and I'll make up for the money you lack?"

Bai Shanbao scratched his head and asked, "why is it so troublesome? You just tell your father that you paid for it with me?"

"No, wheat is cheaper. My father is happier."

She spends money and Lao Zhoutou spends money, which is the same in Lao Zhoutou's heart.

"Well, how much do I have to tell your father?"

"Twenty words?"

"Will your father believe it?"

Man Bao thought for a while and thought maybe not.

"Let's say twenty-five Wen," Bai Shanbao clapped. "You have to make up for me later."

"No problem."

After talking about business, the two children sat on the stone not far from the gate and said, "I see your house is noisy. What are they doing?"

"My father is going to cure my uncle's funeral and invite the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple to summon the soul. In the future, my uncle's family can come back and have dinner with my grandparents."

Bai Shanbao thought for a moment and said, "my father doesn't seem to summon souls. Should I give my father a move, too?"

"No," man Bao didn't know much about it, so he hesitated. "Isn't your father dead? My uncle's family has no bones, so he wants to summon the soul."

"Well, when will the funeral begin? I'll send the memorial ceremony then."

"Maybe the day after tomorrow, my eldest brother, they are going to buy a coffin."

Bai Shanbao asked curiously, "are you going?"

Man Bao shook his head. "Children can't go."

In fact, coffins are usually made by the carpenter in the coffin shop, but there is always no time to prepare for a violent death. At this time, you need to buy ready-made coffins in the coffin shop.

Sometimes there is nothing left in the coffin shop, so you have to borrow it from others, or directly misappropriate it made by others in the shop. There are too many troublesome things here. A child like man Bao should have stayed away from these shady things. How could Qian let her follow?

Man Bao came home with good news. Lao Zhou tou personally took his two sons to buy the three bags of wheat. Of course, thank Bai Shanbao.

I stopped by to find master Bai and told him about Zhou Yin, suggesting that he should forget about Zhou Yin here. By the way, I invited him to have a incense when he was free. Their family would also like to excite master Bai.

Master Bai already knew the story from his aunt. Knowing that it was written by Lord Wei in the capital, he readily agreed.

Old Zhou tou took the grain home and said to Zhou Lang on Wednesday, "I guess there are a lot of people coming. At present, all families are not rich, so we have to get more flour to avoid being ugly if we don't eat enough."

On Wednesday, Lang nodded.

"Shell all three bags, put away the wheat bran, leave one bag of wheat bran from the three bags of wheat, grind it and mix it into the flour."

Wednesday Lang: "... Dad, isn't it ugly?"

"It's not good-looking, but it's affordable," old Zhou patted his head and said, "even if we have collected a lot of wheat in our village this year, but we haven't let go of our belly to eat white flour, you don't see how many people there are in the whole village, your uncle's house and each room's in laws..."

Old Zhou head gritted his teeth and said, "there's my uncle's house!"

On Wednesday, Lang thought of something. He shook his head and asked, "Dad, is a bag of wheat bran enough? Would you like more? "

Lao Zhou hesitated for a moment. "Although it needs to be affordable, it can't be too ugly. The steamed bread must be delicious. Why don't you ask your sister-in-law? She's the one who makes steamed bread. She should understand."

On Wednesday, Lang touched his head and sure enough, went to the kitchen to ask Xiao Qian.

After a while, he was driven out by Xiao Qian. "Thanks to your imagination, you also mixed a bag of wheat bran. Can you knead it into steamed bread? I'm too much for you to add one kilogram of flour to me. Just three bags of wheat, you want to add one bag... "

On Wednesday Lang hunched his head and ran away, pitifully looking for his father.

Old Zhou tou sighed sadly, "OK, take a bag of wheat from home and grind it. Alas, let your sister-in-law mix some wheat bran when making steamed bread in the evening. We can save some food. There is still some time before the summer harvest."

On Wednesday Lang nodded and turned to move the wheat.

Qian was giving Zhou Dalang the money to buy a coffin. "It's not that the coffin is much more expensive. Take five Liang silver and try to buy a good one. Your uncle and your aunt are buried together. Try to buy a more spacious one."

Zhou Dalang should go down.

Qian opened another money box and took out a hanging of money to him. "White paper, linen and white flags were also bought from the coffin shop. You should be careful. Don't lose things. We only have one day to cure the funeral. This should be done properly."

Qian wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "in a hurry, people were buried in the dark. There was only a mat and a quilt. Now they have to come back and go out."

Zhou Dalang took the money.