"No, although it carries a cub, it will not affect the pulling of the cart in the last month."

Niu Lao replied very simply, "Don't talk about pulling three or two, even five or six people are no problem." ”

"Okay, that's it."

Feng Yin readily agreed, and said to the old farmer, "Old man, let's go and get the deed." ”

When the old farmer heard Feng Yin's words, he was stunned for a moment, then his heart was happy, and then he looked at the cow that was about to cease to be his own with a reluctant face.

He nodded hurriedly: "Alas, alas, alas, alas...... We'll do it. ”

That expression changed so quickly that even Feng Yin couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a life in the folk." ”

Feng Yin glanced at the sheep with cubs, swept the mule and horse market, where there were no buyers at all, and said nothing.

First, together with the old farmer, he made a transfer contract for the sale of cattle in the professional Shi Ya in the south of the market, paid 200 wen in the transfer tax in person, and then gave the money to the old farmer to buy cattle.

Since then, the cow has become the Zhang family.

From beginning to end, Zhang Qiubai didn't have a chance to express his opinions, and only silently watched his mother talk about business with others.

In fact, I didn't talk much about it, I just followed the old cow and looked at the teeth, hooves and physique of all the cultivated cattle in the field, and finally closed the deal in a few words.

This process was so fast that Zhang Qiubai didn't have time to react, and he was already holding the reins of the cow in his hand.

"Eldest girl, is your family short of manpower?"

Seeing that their contract was reached, Niu Lao came out of the professional Shi Ya and immediately came up and asked, "Although the old man is old, he actually has the strength to do it." ”

Feng Yin blinked his clear gaze, looked at Niu Lao carefully, and finally smiled: "Niu Lao, don't laugh. ”

"Countryman, I can't afford to hire a big guy like you, so you might as well find another job."

As he spoke, he turned and strode towards the sheep seller.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiubai called softly: "Mother? ”

Feng Yin glanced at her son, lowered her voice and warned: "Talk less, watch more, listen more, learn more, think more, don't look like you haven't seen the world." ”

"If there's anything you don't understand, when you leave here, you can ask slowly."

Zhang Qiubai listened to his mother's warning words, and his heart trembled fiercely, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

Feng Yin was quite satisfied with his reaction, and stepped forward under the expectation of the old sheep farmer: "Old man, are you selling lambs or ewes?" ”

The old farmer watched Feng Yin's mother and son come back with the cow, swallowing hard, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

The old farmer, who had just sold his cattle and was a little reluctant, saw this, and hurriedly helped him: "This lady, this brother's family, like me, has encountered some difficulties. ”

"So he was ready to sell the ewes along with the lambs."

"Worried that the little lamb will suffer, the eldest brother wants to sell all the sheep mother and son to a family."

The old farmer who sold sheep nodded vigorously: "Yes, madam, there is really nothing to be done at home, if you want, you will take away all fifteen taels." ”

Zhang Qiubai listened to this amount, and his heart was so frightened that his heart hung high.

The family's recent expenses are too great, if the old lady really takes out another fifteen taels to buy three sheep of this size, the young man really can't bear it.

He looked at his mother nervously, his lips moved, and he had the heart to persuade him, but he remembered his mother's reminder before, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth again.

Feng Yin only hesitated slightly for a moment, and then said decisively: "Okay, I won't suppress your price." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the man who was waiting in the distance.

The latter hurriedly smiled and came over: "Is this another deal?" ”

Feng Yin nodded with a wry smile: "There are wounded people at home, and they need goat's milk to supplement their bodies, so they have to buy it." ”

As he spoke, he took out the broken silver from his purse, handed over the sharp silver first, and then handed over the fifteen taels of the same broken silver to the old farmer.