Chapter 493: Fat Year

Tranquility was at home, and when he heard that Wang Lao Wu had become a fool, he was stunned, and then it was rumored that Wang Lao Wu accidentally broke his leg at home because he was stupid.

Hearing the news, Tranquility opened her mouth wide.

Who in this village has the ability to hurt others without knowing it?

In addition to Fu Hongxing, where else can I find a second candidate?

It's just that although Fu Hongxing broke Wang Lao Wu's foot, she made Wang Lao Wu's head stupid.

So, when it came to the mouth, Tranquility swallowed it again.

She secretly observed Fu Hongxing, but saw that his face was calm, as if the thing she thought had not happened at all.

Time flies, and before the tranquility is tangled enough, Fu Hongxing set off again with the convoy.

This time, the convoy was full of several truckloads of known coal, as well as a truckload of fabrics that were a little flawed.

In fact, if there is no flaw, the villagers in the north should not be so careful.

After all, they just wanted fabric to make clothes and shoes, and they didn't care if they were beautiful or not, and whether there were flaws or not.

Because several of the cars were empty and went north, the speed was much faster than when they came back.

Zhang Biao didn't expect that after Fu Hongxing and the others went back, they would immediately come over again.

Fortunately, he sorted the corn kernels, sweet potatoes and other crops into bags early.

When Fu Hongxing and their convoy arrived, he called someone to come, but he didn't let the car unload the coal.

Directly according to the amount that each household gave before, after weighing, let them take it home.

After weighing all the coals on the car, it was the turn of the cloth.

After buying all the amount needed by the big guy, Zhang Biao found that there was still more than half a cart of coal and a few rolls of cloth left.

"Can you sell me these?"

Fu Hongxing wanted this sentence, opened his mouth, and smiled at Zhang Biao.

"Brother Zhang, aren't you burying me? I deliberately brought some more coal and cloth for my sister-in-law and the children at home. ”

Hearing Fu Hongxing's words, although Zhang Biao was very happy, he naturally remembered that others could be so good.

But if he accepts these things, it will inevitably be a little inferior.

He shook his head with a smile, and then settled them again, but he sent someone else to load the food.

Then he pointed to the coal of most of the cart and the remaining rolls of material of unknown color, and gave it to himself.

"Here, this is money, although these can also be exchanged for food, but I exchange more, if I change more, the amount that cannot be divided is not enough"

Zhang Biao calculated the approximate cost of these things in his heart, and then took out the money from his arms and stuffed the money into Fu Hongxing's hand.

Seeing Zhang Biao's appearance, Fu Hongxing smiled, fortunately, the other party is a trustworthy person.

Bags of grain were resisted, and the trucks loaded with coal had already made snow and washed the cinders.

Fortunately, thanks to the snow in the north, when I caught it, it rustled, not at all like the south, and the snow was full of water vapor.

As soon as I stepped into it, half of my trouser leg was wet.

After the grain filled the convoy, Zhang Biao calculated the grain sold this time, including corn and sweet potatoes.

After deducting the coal and cloth that were sold, Fu Hongxing still had to give Zhang Biao a sum of money.

Holding the stack of money in his hand, Zhang Biao was very happy, and when Fu Hongxing came over next time, the big guy would be able to have a fat year.