On the side of the Qinglou, it cost one hundred and thirty-seven taels of silver.

If it is less than a catty, Mrs. Ma didn't make a careful calculation with the old bustard, and basically made it up.

Give money as a whole number.

For example, the salt is not enough for 100 catties, and it is almost a little, so she will count it as 100 catties.

There are less than a thousand eggs, and I roughly counted them, some of them are broken, and the overall number is also a few differences, and Mrs. Ma gave them according to one or two silver coins.

Even more so in the cellar.

The old bustard had time for her to count, but she didn't have time to count them, so she had to toss the vegetables out of the cellar as quickly as possible.

However, good people can't be in vain.

Mrs. Ma was distressed and slapped herself with a swollen face and became fat.

At this time, it was the time to use the silver money, and she even pretended.

On the one hand, there were words on his lips, and he slapped the old bustard's executioner:

The poor family is rich, although they can't deliberately give more money to the old girl, and their own ability is indeed limited, but they can still do it if they make a whole and add to it.

The old bustard looked at Mrs. Ma like this:

"You can move the oil jar and the sauce jar directly, not to mention the jar money, I will give away the sauce for free, or what will you pack.

If you can remove the big tank and leave a few buckets for us for a few days, you won't need it.

Pull it yourself, see what else you can use, you can pull it all away.

By the way, I'll find you a few quilts that you don't need to cover the vegetables, don't freeze on the road. ”

When the steward comes back, can I blame you?

So you have to hurry.

Belch.

Mrs. Ma whispered to Song Fusheng and Da Lang to first turn the valuable rice, flour, grain, oil, and pork stumbling upside down to the door, anyway, the valuable ones were piled up to the back door first, and then went down to the cellar to get vegetables.

Come back to those who are wandering around the streets.

In addition, the old lady carried a basket of eggs on her back and eggs in both hands, and when she hurried out the back door, she instructed again: "Don't disturb others with a little noise about work." ”

One is not to disturb the outside.

One is not to disturb the girls in the building.

The girls in that building are not only packing up their things, but also making cotton clothes for themselves who are busy making on the road. On weekdays, they don't need to wear too thick cotton clothes, so they can't wait to wear less.

Many years later, someone called Mi Shou to go to the Qinglou to play.

Mi Shou shook his head with no interest: What are you playing? When Lao Tzu went to play in the Qinglou, you still used urine and mud to play.

At this time, Mi Shou was holding a big gourd and was swaying towards the door.

But he was tired, and his little short legs were upside down, racing against time to hug everything he could to the door.

My sister said that these foods can make them survive until the beginning of spring, as long as they get home smoothly, this is two and a half months' amount.

Song Fusheng and Da Lang were carrying bags of grain from the warehouse to the back door, and after a while, they surpassed Mi Shou, who was circled in the aisle, in a few big steps.

And Song Poria is in the cellar, stuffing cabbage into bags and earthen baskets.

When the milk code comes, you can drag it up one bag after another, and load it in advance, so many people, a dozen back and forth can empty the cellar.

Song Fuling, who has always been very lazy, has never straightened up since she got off the cellar, she keeps moving, she keeps loading, and the deep cellar is full of her pouring sounds.

At the same time, Mrs. Ma's side was also quite smooth.

Mrs. Guo helped her carefully unload the basket on her shoulder, and the high butcher and the iron head came back with the ox cart.

When I entered the house, I had to say, no, there was no open noodle shop outside.

Mrs. Ma said, "Come with me, buy it, you can let us eat for two months." ”

The high butcher hurriedly picked up the ox cart, and only a large ball of hemp rope that could tie things was left on the ox cart, and a few people came out, and another group of Guo Boss and a few boys were also too cold to stand it, and turned back.

These people immediately went to the Qinglou.

Mrs. Guo was not idle in the store, tidy, vacating an inconspicuous place, waiting for these people to transport the food over, there was a place to put it.

On the way, Mrs. Ma instructed a few people to do something.

For example, it must be fast. That steward is back, so as not to talk nonsense.

For example, during the transportation process, regardless of whether the cart is pulled by oxen or the meat on their own back, if they encounter a patrol who asks what they are doing, don't be afraid, just say that it is a dim sum shop.

Can a confectionery shop not need a lot of food? Right? If you don't have enough of it, pull it into the store.

Gao Tu: "If you ask where you saved it before?" ”

"Qi Ming's family, Qi catches the head, I don't believe him to ask, Qi Ming is not here anyway. Oh, it's okay, look at you little cowardice, you didn't wait for others to check, you were scared first. The people patrolling the city are all Qi Hunting Leader's subordinates, where will you ask when you are a subordinate? ”

"If that person asks where Qi Zhutou's family is, what will we do."

"I know, at the mouth of the fourth alley on the right, turn the third house, the door is a big black iron door, you can match it, we still have a store, there is a warranty on the body, what are you afraid of."

The high butcher served, and when Qi Ming said the plaque at the city gate, he said it in front of everyone, and as a result, one of them also paid attention to it, thinking about a blessed life. The old lady will be able to keep an eye on it.

As soon as these people arrived, they were ready to work.

Song Fusheng thought to himself: If you don't come again, his waist will be tired.

A bag of 100 catties of rice, from the back of the warehouse to the back door, the backyard is still very wide, only a dozen times to run back and forth, I feel that I can't do it, I am gritting my teeth and insisting.

When I thought that there were still so many vegetables in the cellar, not only did I have to carry more than 100 pounds, but I also had to climb the ladder up and down, and I felt that it was not far from falling down the ladder with weak legs.

It went smoothly, unbelievably smooth.

It was covered with a quilt, and an ox cart was pulled into the store, and the people with the cart also went back and forth, but they didn't touch anyone much.

Maybe the big man who escorted the car led a detour?

His sister-in-law was jumping east and west, so he walked all the way to the alley and walked the sheep intestine trail to this place unintentionally, and Da Lang could only memorize this route, and almost lost himself before.

The eye-catching route is only a short way, and I am almost at the store, so I didn't meet anyone interrogating.

When the water tank was tied to the ox cart, Mrs. Ma and the others also came out, and this was the last trip.

One by one, they were carried on their backs and in their arms.

Mrs. Ma carried less than fifty catties of white sugar on her back, and carried the token of Yunzhong County given to her by the old bustard in her arms.

A sachet and a large box of tea leaves, let it be handed over to the old bustard in Yunzhong County, saying that it was her old sister, and she could go to find it, and also handed over the tea and sachet by the way.

Mrs. Ma said to the old bustard, "In a year and a half, I will definitely come to look for you, and we have to meet again." ”

"Okay."

The back door of the green building was closed.

Mrs. Ma and Song Fuling didn't know at this time that from then on, there were no more such people in their lives.

The old bustard didn't go to his hometown at all, so he was buried by the horse steward on the road, and the money he saved, including 137 taels of grain sales, went into the horse steward's pocket.

And the fate of the two girls who used to compete with the men to buy birthday cakes, Cuiliu and Furong, is even more stormy.

How could the main family find a big Zhuangzi to support these girls for a year or even longer, in the eyes of the master who opened more than a dozen green buildings, it was not enough trouble. A group of chattering dignitaries are waiting for them and don't make money, so they eat for nothing.

It's better to send it to the camp to reward those little heads whose fate doesn't know what will happen, and they can also get a good name, which can be regarded as a contribution.

If someone asks: When it stabilizes, Qinglou needs girls, and these girls don't want it? You need an experienced bustard.

The master will laugh: In this world, let alone the old bustard, there are not many girls. If you want to open again, there will be fresher.