Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Ning Dalang's eyes flashed and he touched Xiaoxiao's head: "If you only thought about eating for yourself, my sister wouldn't let you dig so much back."

Xiaoxiao moved closer to her eldest brother, as if she disliked his second brother's intelligence: "It's still the eldest brother who understands me."

She didn't show off too much and asked directly: "Second brother, do you think this thing can be sold for money?"

Ning Erlang thought about it for a while, and his eyes became brighter and brighter: "There is a market in the county the day after tomorrow. Can I try it?"

Xiaoxiao nodded repeatedly. She was busy with this task and stayed up several late nights in order to catch up with the time.

The three brothers and sisters discussed the matter of selling bamboo shoots at the market. Ning Dalang had a clear mind and quickly listed the things he wanted to bring. Ning Erlang was quick-thinking and dug out several suitable locations for setting up stalls from his memory. Xiaoxiao Then he just nodded and said yes. After realizing that he was useless, he ran to the house to look for other usable pots and jars.

In the room, the couple who had calmed down had already talked about other topics. Ning Fengnian was calculating the accounts in his mind and sighed: "Since we have credited the land, why only two acres of land? After digging out the grain to be paid, it is two hundred kilograms." No, it’s not enough for the whole family.”

Mrs. Song also agreed: "I originally planned to get more credit. I thought that since we are all hard-working, if we work hard for a year, we can live a fuller life. I never thought that when I was about to open my mouth, our daughter would snatch it away. After that, he opened his mouth and agreed with the village chief on the two acres of land."

Ning Fengnian laughed and sighed: "That child... really doesn't know how expensive firewood and rice are, that's all. Wait until I'm completely recovered tomorrow, then I can go to the village eldest brother's house for a walk."

Seeing that it was already the end of March, it would be too late if she didn't prepare for farming. The next day, Mrs. Song packed up the few copper coins left at home and prepared to buy grain seeds. Unfortunately, she had to ask her old man to pay the doctor's fee. Otherwise, she wanted to buy two acres of land. I'm afraid the seeds will be scarce.

Looking at it this way, my daughter's words were wrong. If you really borrowed too much land but didn't buy enough seeds, you really wouldn't be able to get enough food to repay the debt. When Ning Fengnian said this, the latter could only sigh: "If I hadn't chosen Landlord Zhao's house, If something goes wrong at work, it won’t make the family so difficult.”

Mrs. Song was sewing beside his bed. After hearing this, she didn't answer, but she had some concerns in her heart.

It would be great if nothing happened, but when she was selected, not to mention that the salary would not fall into her hands. They are still living in the old house without hope. To be honest, she would rather be like this, as a family. They work together and work hard for their own lives.

When the boss is completely healed, life will be more promising.

"It doesn't matter," she said, "Tomorrow I will collect all the embroidery work I have saved these days and have people take it to the market to sell it, and see if I can get another acre of seeds."

Just thinking about it, my daughter jumped into the house, pestering her and acting coquettishly: "Mom, I want to go to the market tomorrow!"

After all, she is still a child at heart, but of course Mrs. Song is not at ease when she goes out to a girl's house. Xiaoxiao has already prepared for this: "Let the eldest brother and the second brother go with me. I will prepare breakfast before going out. Mom, you Stay at home with dad, and my brothers and I will take your embroidery work to sell, and we'll be back in the afternoon, without any delay."

She blinked and said in a sly tone: "We go to the cloth dealer to sell it ourselves, and we can still have money left over to give to the middleman. Without the middleman to make the difference, this rounding is another income!"