There is no need for Shao Manchu to walk in and investigate here.

Because it's an open structure.

From the gate to the inlet connected to the backyard fence, there is only a waist-high fence wall.

Whether it is the pile of forage or the livestock living in it, it is clear at a glance.

"Oh...... Oh......"

Probably saw someone coming, and the donkeys tied to the piles thought that Old Man Zhuo had added fodder to them again, and the one on the other side came over in the direction of the trough by the door, not to mention how happy it was.

Hearing this, the old man Zhuo finally became a little hot, and he took out the whip that had been pinned to his belt, turned it upside down, and stabbed it with a long wooden handle at the forehead of each donkey.

Old man Zhuo didn't take it seriously, and he still had a pampering that he couldn't even detect.

"Don't be noisy, don't be noisy! I just filled you up in the morning, and I'm done eating?"

"That's not it! It's also a carpenter, what do you eat so much!"

"When the work comes, whoever gets to work will have to eat. ”

Those donkeys didn't know if they understood Old Man Zhuo's quarrel, but after such a stab, they dispersed.

Looking at the donkeys with slightly drooping ears, Shao Manchu subconsciously muttered to himself: "Why doesn't this donkey look too energetic?"

Speaking of livestock, Old Man Zhuo's spirit was raised at once.

He swept away the frustration just now, as if he was complaining about these donkeys: "Shao Manho, Brother Shao, it's not me who said it, the owner is a little too inauthentic in dealing with these donkeys!"

"Let me tell you, when I first came to this mill, which of these donkeys was not oily and fat?"

"But now you look again, and after only two steps, they start shaking!"

"Why? Why do you ask this? It's not because you can't get enough to eat?"

"The owner, oh, it's the eldest young master who plans to stop the mill said, anyway, this Chuhesheng business is like this, so it can be closed. ”

"If he hadn't had to stay with his family in Chujia Town for two months before returning to the city, he would have needed this mill to grind some fine noodles for his family, and I'm afraid that this big mill would be sealed off now. ”

"And these donkeys?"

"Hmph!" Speaking of this, the old man Zhuo stomped his foot hatefully: "When the workshop of the eldest young master starts to boil the glue, it will be filled in the shed and turned into the mature donkey skin that has lost its hair and gone to Sao!"

What a coincidence.

Just when Old Man Zhuo howled this, the donkeys in the shed were counted as one donkey...... They all howled together.

This unpleasant sound of the donkey played a sad movement in this huge barn.

The more Shao Manchu listened, the more he wanted to laugh.

He was afraid that he would not be able to hold back too rudeness, so he hurriedly hurried forward two steps, missed the shed for feeding the livestock, and returned to the backyard with Old Man Zhuo again.

Now, the mill is almost finished.

Shao Manchu, who stood still, looked up at the sky, and asked: "It's also bright this day, can we open the door to do business?"

was suddenly asked such a sentence, this old man Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before he reacted, and hurriedly nodded yes.

"Then open the front door and hang up our Chuhesheng sign. ”

"By the way, Uncle Zhuo, the accounts of the mill in previous years are still there, right? I will take advantage of the fact that the guests are not coming, and see how much we charge here, how much money can this mill make a month in the past. ”

These requirements are of course fine.

Lao Zhuotou nodded, and led Shao Manchu to the front yard.

After the two came to the side room in front of the courtyard, Lao Zhuotou went back to his room first, and after a while, he took out a thick thread-bound book, a rattan stool, handed it to Shao Manchu, and turned around to open the door first.

"Squeak ......"

The tall thin door panel was pushed open, and the golden sunlight swayed in the courtyard with its own patio, providing some convenience for Shao Manho's bookkeeping.

The droplets of water that had accumulated overnight on the eaves slowly converged along the green tiles, and along the cracks, dripping from the tiles to the water tanks that had been prepared for them a long time ago.

'Smack'

The crystal dew, running along its vertical track, was about to return to the torrent, and at the moment when it was about to return to the torrent, a flying insect that had happened to fly by accidentally, fell into the pool of water that it had fused.

A transparent bubble surged from the bottom of the pool, and the little grass carp coiled in the middle of the pool, motionless and in a daze, rushed towards the little insect that was still struggling to redeem itself, like the most majestic swimming dragon above the nine heavens.

The cyan scales on the water surface are rendered with the golden color of the sun, and a translucent white fish tail draws a graceful arc between the ripples, and when it disappears again, the figure of the flying insect that struggles for fate is also lost.

Time slipped away in this quiet and lively atmosphere.

When Shao Manchu used the knowledge he had just learned in the past few days to read the account books of the mill in recent months, he looked up again, and the sun had already run over his head.

And this morning, the mill has not even come to the door for a single business.

Shao Manchu pinched the corners of his eyes that were a little sour because he was looking too intensively, and turned the account book to the position of the title page.

There, there is a rare line of pen handwriting.

There are only a few sentences in it.

But the reason for the coldness of the mill is clearly noted.

'Charging standard: coarse grinding of rice noodles, under ten catties, one copper plate. ’

'10-50 catties, two copper plates, 50 catties-100 catties, three copper plates. ’

'On 100 catties, add one copper plate for every 100 catties'

Seeing Shao Manchu, he vaguely realized the reason why the business of this mill was getting worse and worse, probably on top of this fee standard.

It's just that there are some places in which he still feels that he hasn't figured it out clearly, and he doesn't dare to make a decision before he understands it.

Now that it's getting late, let's go out of the mill and explore the surroundings after you've finished your meal.

Shao Manchu, who had made a plan, rolled up the account books and went to look for Lao Zhuotou with his hands behind his back.

After a humble meal at his place, he spoke to him, and went out of the main entrance of the Great Mill and set out on the smooth dirt road on which he could run horses.

Shao Manchu wants to go to the three villages near here to have a look, if the big business is because it is not famous, others can't find it, then why can't the villagers eat food?