Chapter 12 Sacrifice your wealth to save your life

At the time, people have always been in awe of ghosts and gods, and besides, Diancui's injury was personally inflicted by the two of them, which was a ruthless hand that was beaten to death.

Qian Laosi feigned a cough, sat up straight, and said, "It's not easy for our family to support your three children, and you are also old, so you should really supplement your family." In this way, in the future, you will concentrate on making this head flower at home, and your sister Yueying can also help you, and you can teach her more when you are empty......"

Diancui replied with a soft "belch", and under the satisfied gaze of Qian Lao and the four of them, he walked back to his own house on crutches.

In doing so, Diancui can be regarded as giving up his wealth and saving his life. Because she knew that the rich man Liu was over the age of six, but he was lustful, cruel and had some inhumane habits, and the girls who sold him were often carried out in less than half a year, and most of them died in the end, and even if they survived, they lost half of their lives.

And the side of Qian Laosi's family only said that Diancui's leg was broken and caused a fatal illness, and the rich man Liu was unwilling to spend three or five dollars of silver to buy a sick seedling without tossing, so the matter was over.

Since then, Diancui has made grass flowers at home, and Qian Laosi's shaving shed has also been closed, and he bought a pair of semi-used merchants with only one floor.

At first, a pair was sold for five dollars of silver, and three or five pairs could be sold every day, which made about two taels. Qian Laosi's family was slow to make a little cui, so he asked her to do it day and night. For half a month, Diancui's legs and feet can no longer crutches, but a pair of watery and clear eyes are boiled red, and after another half a month, her eyes are estimated to be dry.

Just as Qian Lao and his wife counted the nearly thirty taels of silver in the jar in ecstasy, after a while, the grass and flowers on the market began to increase. It turned out that some red-eyed neighbors in the village made a head flower from Qian Laosi's Diancui with a kind of stem and root called Tongcao, and revealed it to some head workshops in the county.

Although the petals, flowers and leaves are not as fine as the emerald, they can't stand the money and the four families just want to save money, the pigment is only willing to use madder to cook red dye, and the sticky is only willing to give sparse paste. In other homes, different colors can be used to make different styles of flowers, and the sticky people use the slime made of white glutinous rice.

There are more people doing it, and the price of this grass head has gradually increased from one to five dollars to one to three dollars, and finally it is only one and a half cents. The price is low, it is not a problem, the problem is that there are more people selling grass and flowers on the market, and the grass in the mountains has almost been dug up. This year, the grass in Qingping County is gone, but there are elsewhere, but the four of them have always been lazy and short-sighted, and they refuse to plant or dig in the distance.

Just when Diancui felt that he was about to be blind, the grass that made the flowers was gone.

Qian Laosi's family lost a big fortune, and it was really painful to chop their feet. Qian Laosi doesn't think so, these days he was forced by his wife to close the idle shaving shed, every day before dawn to carry the merchant to walk the streets and alleys, it is really bitter and tired, and his heart has long been bitter, although he has lost his job, he can finally go to the flower widow's shop from time to time to eat a pot, he is secretly happy in his heart.

"Although the porter of the Wang Dahu family has already made others, but I inquired that they seem to be a little dissatisfied with this porter, why don't you go and beg your brother again?" Qian Laosi's family You can't let go of this matter.

Qian Laosi thought about it, no matter what, being a porter is much easier than being a merchant, and his reputation is better.