It didn't take long for several more waves of guests to buy grapes, you three catties and I five catties, and soon sold out a basket of grapes.

Jiang Quan has raised the price to forty wen a catty, and occasionally someone buys more and bargains, and he also sells it.

Grapes can't be left for long, and there are still a lot of unpicked grapes at home, so you have to sell them quickly.

Two soap-clothed servants came again and weighed ten pounds each and took them away.

By the time of Shen, all three baskets of grapes had been sold.

But there are still people who come to ask, and most of them come after tasting the grapes that others have bought.

"It's all sold out, let's come back the day after tomorrow."

While explaining to the guest, Jiang Quan quietly asked the little cousin, "Why don't you bring the basket on the carriage too?" ”

Ying Bao glared at him: "Don't move on the carriage, that one is for the Ming Mansion." ”

Jiang Quan pursed his lips, saw that the guests had dispersed regretfully, and began to clean up the door panel.

After locking the shop, Jiang Quan and his eldest brother took their little cousin and little cousin back to Plum Blossom Lane.

Meihua Lane is not far from the shop, and there are several snack shops at the mouth of the alley.

Like Granny Jiang's mixed vegetable soup dumplings, Yang Da soup soup, Zhou Fatzi pepper mutton skewers, and mutton bun shops.

The brothers and sisters ate all the way over, and they ate a round belly before they arrived at the door.

Jiang Quan bought another ten mutton buns and brought them to the third uncle.

When I got home, I saw the carriage parked in the yard, the horses grazing slowly in the corner, and the carpenter who was doing the work at home had returned from work.

Jiang Saburo came back and tidied up the house, and the little girl's room was also cleaned, and the beds and furniture were neat and tidy, all of which were newly made.

There are already fireworks in the stove room, and Jiang Cheng has been cooking and eating here recently.

"Third uncle, we've eaten outside, and this is for you." Jiang Quan handed the mutton bun wrapped in lotus leaves to Jiang Saburo.

Jiang Saburo took it and sat at the table under the eaves of the porch and opened the lotus leaves.

"How's the grapes selling?" He asked as he ate the buns.

Jiang Quan smiled proudly: "It's all sold out." ”

Jiang Saburo was surprised: "All three baskets are sold?" ”

"Yes." Jiang Quan put the heavy blanket on the table, "It's all here." ”

They had just bought a lot of delicious food outside, and they used the money from here.

Jiang Saburo smiled: "You brothers and sisters have divided the money." ”

Jiang Quan cheered, picked up the blanket and ran to the house to count the money.

This time, the three baskets of grapes were sold for more than 5,000 wen, and after removing the cost of several bamboo baskets, there were still 5,600 wen left.

Jiang Quan divided the money into three, he, his little cousin and eldest brother each received 1,800 wen, and the remaining 200 wen was given to Jiang Jie.

After dividing the money, it was already dark, and several people went back to their rooms to rest after washing.

The next day, Jiang Saburo sent his daughter and youngest son to the gate of the county government.

Today's guards are not Jin Wu and Cheng San, but two officials who don't know each other.

Although the two men were impatient, they still went in to report.

What came out this time was a middle-aged grandmother, who was stunned when she saw Yingbao, and then smiled: "It's the little lady of the Jiang family." ”

Ying Bao nodded: "Last time, I told Grandpa Wu that when my grapes were ripe, I would send some to his old man to taste, no, I brought a little over." ”

Mama: "Then come with me, it's a coincidence that you came today, if you come in the morning, Ah Lang won't be free." ”

Then he said to Jiang Saburo: "You can move things in." ”

Jiang Saburo was speechless, moved down the grape basket and walked inside.

Sakura took her younger brother and followed her father into the inner courtyard with the grandmother.

It was still under the wisteria trellis in the courtyard, but this time an elderly couple sat under the shelf.

Mama said: "My Ah Lang and his wife are enjoying the cool, you two little dolls should go to the ceremony." ”

Yingbao recognized Old Man Wu, and the old woman next to him should be the old man's wife.

"Grandpa Wu is good, Granny Wu is good." Ying Bao greeted the two of them in a proper manner, and Jiang Jie beside him also followed.

"Good. This is your brother? Come and let me see. ”

Mr. Wu was very happy, and introduced to his wife: "This child's name is Jiang Yingbao, and that should be her younger brother." ”

Mrs. Wu is about sixty years old, with white hair and a very haggard complexion, much older than her grandmother.

Ying Bao took his younger brother and walked to Mrs. Wu and Mr. Wu, and said crisply: "Granny Wu, Grandpa Wu, my brother's name is Jiang Jie." ”

Mrs. Wu smiled: "You are Yingbao, what a clever child." ”

Turning his eyes to look at Jiang Jie, he stretched out his hand to take a look, and saw that this child was white and tender and cute, and he was overjoyed, so he asked softly, "How old are you?" ”

Jiang Jie: "Mother-in-law, I'm almost five years old. ”

"Yo, you're almost five years old." Mrs. Wu smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into a slit, and she wanted to take the child into her arms, but she was afraid of abrupt him, so she asked, "Have you had breakfast?" ”

Jiang Jie nodded: "After eating, the mutton wontons that Daddy took us to eat." ”

Before Mrs. Wu could say anything, Mr. Wu asked, "Jiang Jie, can you recite a thousand-character text to the old man?" ”

Jiang Jie was stunned, but when he thought of his sister's explanation, he immediately nodded: "Okay." ”

Then I began to recite the thousand-word text seriously.

Mr. Wu did not interrupt him until the end of the recitation.

Ying Bao peeked at Mr. Wu and was relieved to see him nodding his beard.

After Jiang Jie finished reciting a thousand-word essay, he looked at his sister and asked her silently when she would take him away.

I heard Mr. Wu say again: "Jiang Jie, since you can recite, can you write silently?" ”

Jiang Jie nodded: "Yes!" ”

Their master likes to ask his students to write texts silently, and if they can't be silent, they will play the handboard, because he is afraid of beating, so he is always the first to finish silently.

Mr. Wu asked people to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and motioned for the little doll to do it herself.

Jiang Jie walked over, unfolded the paper, then dripped water into the inkstone, took a piece of ink and grinded it finely.

When the ink was almost there, he took the pen and began to write silently.

He writes very seriously, and everything around him seems to have nothing to do with him.

Mr. Wu walked over and watched beside him.

The handwriting is neat, the penmanship is exquisite, the pen is chic and elegant, and the gesture is euphemistic and subtle, like flowing water.

It's really rare for this kid to have such a pen stroke at such a young age.

Mr. Wu suddenly cherished his heart, and couldn't help but look at the boy in front of him again.

At the age of only four years, he has a tall posture, a dignified face, and a very rigorous posture of holding a pen.

Even when he was standing beside him, he seemed to be unaware of it, and he was writing silently.

From this point of view, he should be an extremely self-disciplined child.

It is rare for a farmer to have such a talent of character.

Seeing that Jiang Jie had written more than ten pieces of paper silently, Granny Wu glared at her husband.

Mr. Wu patted his little shoulder: "Okay, let's rest." ”

Jiang Jie finished the last sentence silently before putting down the pen, tilting his head and asking, "Grandpa Wu, can I go back with my sister?" ”

His hands were sore, and if he didn't go back, he was afraid that he would shed tears.