"Grandmother, the shopkeeper collects one hundred and twenty pieces of cloth from our family. Plus the coarse cloth that our family has woven these days, this is all the money. ”

Han Beiqing put the broken silver on the table, and wrapped the plate given by Mrs. Han this morning on it.

There is no need to count the money, just looking at the amount of the pile of broken silver, Mrs. Han knows that today's accounts are wrong.

"How can there be so much money? Didn't you buy two baskets of white thread at the door? and the two pieces of cloth of your aunts, which will cost you a good amount of silver. Mrs. Han couldn't help but step forward and count the copper plates on the table, looking at her granddaughter suspiciously.

Only then did Han Beiqing smile and tell his grandmother what happened today.

After saying this, Zhang, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but exclaim: "The white lines of those two baskets were actually given to us for free?" ”

Han Beiqing shook his head with a smile: "Of course not, when the cotton cloth is returned, it must be deducted from the cost." ”

Mrs. Han was very excited, and looked at the corners of her granddaughter's mouth jumping wildly: "You mean, we will lend these cotton threads to the neighbors, and then we will collect them?" ”

Han Beiqing nodded: "I calculated, it will take a lot of time to go into the city." In the fields, inside and outside the house, there is too much farm work to be done. There are no idlers who go out to the city for a big day. ”

"Ordinary people go into the city to sell cloth, and it costs almost five pieces of cloth for 200 yuan at a time. But the fare for the carriage and horses to enter the city will cost five or six yuan, and if you count the farm work delayed for one day, it will be a lot of losses. It's easy to say when the farm is slack, but it's a hurry to death when the farm is busy. ”

Therefore, Han Beiqing guessed that the people in the village would rather earn a few pennies less than be willing to deliver it to the Han family.

Mrs. Han also thought so, and when she heard Han Beiqing's proposal, the old lady immediately decided to do so.

"But......" Zhang stepped forward with a worried face and asked: "This cotton thread also costs money, what can they do if they don't admit it if they lend it?"

Mrs. Han shook her head disapprenously: "Can you lose your face for a lifetime for two taels of cotton thread?" Good things don't go out and bad things spread thousands of miles, if you really want to take advantage of this, how can you be a person in the future! ”

Zhang's heart was full of joy, thinking that this was a good way to make money. Naturally, I thought of my mother's family, and my eyelids drooped and I came to the idea.

Mrs. Han grasped the daughter-in-law's temperament firmly, and when she saw her demeanor, she knew what she was thinking.

"The first basket of cotton thread is extremely important, and as for whose daughter-in-law I ask for help, I already have a good idea in my heart. You don't have to worry about this, just go about your work. Mrs. Han waved her hand, making it clear that she didn't want the Zhang family to interfere.

Zhang's heart was unwilling, but at this time and that time, she didn't dare to upset her mother-in-law again.

With a little unwillingness to follow the silence on his face, he walked out of the hall, and when he raised his eyes, he saw his sister-in-law Zhou walking over with an indigo silk horse.

"Ah, why did you choose such an old-fashioned color?" Zhang's is a person who likes delicate colors, and thinks that the fabrics picked by Han Beiqing are so old-fashioned.

Zhou also understands the thoughts of this younger sibling, and she knows which one is her own when she sees the color of the two pieces of cloth. I love Han Beiqing's sensibility more and more.

"There is also a horse in the house with a fresh color, you can make a skirt and wear it when you go back to your parents' house." Zhou said to her younger siblings with a happy face, she is a real person, and she will say whatever she thinks in her heart.

"Sister-in-law! Why are you still looking forward to me going back to my parents' house! "Zhang was almost divorced by her mother-in-law yesterday, and whoever brought her back to her parents' house at this time was deliberately ashamed of her.

Zhou Shi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then quickly explained awkwardly: "I didn't mean that, brother and sister, you think too much." ”

"Is it that I think too much, sister-in-law knows best." Zhang's face darkened, and he snorted and walked away.

Zhou felt that she had died unjustly, and when she saw this new cloth, she wanted to go back to her parents' house to wear it.

It's obviously a well-meaning suggestion, but someone has been deducted a hat. Zhou sighed and went back to the house with the material in his arms.

Mrs. Han didn't expect that she spent money to buy two pieces of cloth, and the two daughters-in-law actually got into trouble.

But at this time, she didn't have the heart to mediate the conflict between the two, and her energy was all spent on finding a short-term job.

"I know in my heart, there are only a few honest and capable daughters-in-law in the village."

Mrs. Han sat in the hall and calculated, and she asked Han Beiqing to draft a deed. After all, it is a scholarly family, so it is naturally different from those mud legs.

After signing the deed, the Han family is not afraid that someone will break the contract, so naturally there will be a dispute after the deed, even if it goes to the county master, there is a evidence.

Of course, the idea of this book deed was mentioned by Han Beiqing, and she can understand what book deed she can as a ten-year-old girl. It's just to take the grandfather Wang's family as an example to give Mrs. Han a wake-up call.

Mrs. Han was thorough at one point, and immediately decided to ask Han Beiqing to draft a deed.

After Han Beiqing finished writing the deed, he took it to Xiucai's father for him to take a look. After reading it, Han Xiucai was sure that there was no problem, and Mrs. Han went to the neighbor's house with the deed.

The first thing Mrs. Han looked for was the daughter-in-law of the neighbor next door.

As soon as Erzhu's daughter-in-law heard that there was such a good thing, she immediately decided to do so. It's just that she doesn't know how to read, so naturally she can't sign any deed.

In her family, such a big thing as signing a deed can only be done by a man. Even though she was in charge of the family, she didn't dare to scribble on that paper.

Mrs. Han was looking for people who were good friends with her this time, but there were only three households, and soon the news spread throughout the village.

"Not to mention going to the county seat to delay a day's work, you have to waste money to hire a car. His family collects thirty-five dollars for a piece of cotton cloth, and the cotton thread is white. ”

"Oh oh my God, it's true?!"

"No, my daughter-in-law in the backstreet did the work for Han Xiucai's family. I can't see the white cotton thread in such a big basket! ”

Under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, a group of daughters-in-law sat in the shade and took advantage of the soles of their shoes. Speaking of the recent major events in the village, there is nothing more interesting than Han Xiucai's family collecting cotton cloth.

"Erzhu daughter-in-law, what Mrs. Qian said is true?"

Erzhu's daughter-in-law scratched the needle on her head with a needle, and nodded to everyone with a smile: "Ah, that's the case." ”

"Is the white cotton thread really given for free?" Some people don't believe it, after all, there is no such thing as pie in the world.

"How can you give it for nothing!" Erzhu's daughter-in-law giggled: "People give three catties of white cotton thread, can you weave one and a half catties of cloth?" If I steal the cotton cloth, the old lady of the Han family will not be able to eat me. ”

"Really give cash? My two daughters can weave three pieces of cloth a day, can I give money when I send them to her house? ”

Earn less, earn less, and it's good to have income every day. Soon, the courtyard of Han Xiucai's house was full of women who came to consult.

But after a day's work, the broken silver in Mrs. Han's hand was spent.

Looking at the white cotton cloth in half a room, Zhang once again crow's mouth: "After receiving so much white cotton cloth, what can I do if I don't want it in the city?" ”