Chapter 19 Homecoming

This price is a bit expensive for farmers to buy a piece of cloth. If you spend more than 100 coins, your wife will not be happy when you go back. So buy less, half a piece, which is almost enough for Chen to make two or three sets of clothes.

"Then buy me half a piece." Zhu's father thought for a while and asked, "Can it be cheaper?"

The shop assistant thought for a while, looked at the direction of the counter, and whispered, "It can be seen that the eldest brother wants to buy it for his sister-in-law. His sister-in-law is lucky. Our shopkeeper has seen the bottom. If our relatives come to buy cloth, we can give a few coins at our discretion. How about this, when you check out later, you can say that you are my eldest cousin from my seventh aunt's uncle's family. If it's half a piece, I will give you a discount of three coins. If it's more, it's really not okay."

So fake!

Zhu Ping'an curled his lips. I clearly saw you and the shopkeeper's eye contact just now.

"Okay, thank you, big brother." Zhu's father was busy looking at the cotton cloth he was going to bring to Chen, and he didn't notice the eye contact between the shop assistant and the shopkeeper. He was very moved by what the shop assistant said.

Zhu's father didn't care, but it didn't mean Zhu Ping'an didn't have any ideas. He remembered that in the female-oriented farming stories he had read on Qidian before, the heroine could always buy some scraps of cloth and leftovers at a very cheap price in such cloth shops to sew purses to make money. Although he couldn't sew purses, his mother Chen and the others could.

He scanned it, and sure enough, there were a lot of discarded scraps of cloth under the counter. They were not big, about the size of a palm, and they couldn't be used for anything, so the store owners generally didn't care, and they were wrinkled and dirty by the customers coming and going.

"Um, can you give me some of those scraps to play with?" Zhu Ping'an stretched out his chubby paws, pointed at the dirty scraps under the counter and asked in a curious voice.

The shop assistant looked along Zhu Ping'an's finger and saw that they were discarded scraps.

"Oh, those, you can pick them up and play with them yourself." The shop assistant said indifferently. He could decide what to do with these things because they were too small to be used for anything, and the shopkeeper didn't want them either. He would have to spend time cleaning and discarding them. Since the child was curious, he could take them and play with them. After all, he earned money from his father.

He didn't have to spend a penny, so he would take advantage of this opportunity.

So Zhu Ping'an ran over happily with his small backpack, stuffing his butt into the backpack, and pressing it hard to leave space for more stuffing.

This time, not only Zhu Pingchuan was embarrassed, but even Zhu's father, who was handing over the money to pay the bill, blushed.

The shop assistant didn't care and said casually, "Sir, don't mind. They are just scraps of cloth and are not worth much."

Everything was arranged properly, and when they were put on the ox cart and went back, the sun was gradually setting. Father Zhu whipped the ox cart back home, making a sound in the air, reluctant to hit the ox, and humming a tuneless ballad.

Zhu Pingan sat on the ox cart, looking at the dazzling array of daily necessities on the cart, and then looked at his full backpack. He had gained a lot, and his heart was full of happiness.

When he returned home, there was already sparse smoke from cooking in the mountain village, and some families started to cook dinner near dusk.

Before the car entered the door, he heard the chattering of Aunt Xiao Si.

"Oh, Second Brother is back, how much did you sell, and what did you buy?"

If it were modern times, Zhu Pingan would definitely recommend Aunt Xiao Si to be an airport security inspector. Look at her checking everything on the carriage, including Zhu Pingan's small backpack.

Fortunately, the basket was filled with scraps of cloth from the cloth shop. Aunt Xiao Si grabbed two large bags of scraps of cloth, and stopped her hand in dismay under Zhu Ping'an's gaze, without discovering the secret under the scraps of cloth.

Grandmother came soon, first looked at what Zhu's father bought, and then asked about the bamboo weaving and mountain mushrooms he sold.

Zhu's father answered one by one, and handed over the wrapped copper coins.

After looking at the money, she found that there were more than ten coins more than before. Grandmother was very satisfied and asked roughly why. Zhu's father told about Zhu Ping'an's hawking, so grandmother praised Zhu Ping'an.

"Have the wild flowers of Zhu'er been sold?" Aunt Xiao Si asked with a smile, covering her mouth.

"Yes." Zhu Ping'an looked up with his chubby face and smiled brightly.

Aunt Xiao Si didn't believe it at all, thinking that the little kid was embarrassed to talk nonsense, so she covered her mouth and laughed even more happily.

After his grandmother put things away, Zhu's father led his two sons and carried a backpack back to the east wing.

"You're back. Why did you take so long? You're a little later than usual." Chen was mending the crotch of another pair of open-crotch pants for Zhu Ping'an. When she saw the three of them coming back, she stopped sewing and looked up at the door.

Then Chen found that Zhu Ping'an closed the door of the wing with his short legs.

"Are you tired... why did you close the door?" Chen was surprised to see this.

"See if you like it. I brought it back for you from the town. I think it will look good if you make clothes with it."

At this time, Zhu's father came forward with a silly smile, took out half a piece of white-bottomed pink cloth bought for Chen from the backpack, and handed it to Chen like a treasure.

"How expensive is this? You just spend money indiscriminately." Chen complained, but the smile on her face could not be stopped, and of course there was still heartache in her eyes.

"Mom, this is for you." Zhu Pingan took out two paper-wrapped meat buns from his small backpack.

"What is this?" Chen asked curiously.

"The meat buns in town are soft and delicious." Zhu Pingan lay on Chen's lap and grinned.

"You little bastard, you spend money recklessly. Share it with your brother. Mom doesn't want to eat it." Chen touched Zhu Pingan's little head and smiled gently.

Zhu Pingan shook his head, "My brother and I ate it in town."

Chen insisted on giving the meat buns to Zhu Pingan and his brother, but Zhu Pingan insisted that Chen eat it. Chen turned her head to look at her eldest son, and Zhu Pingan also nodded and said that he had eaten it.

After thinking about it, Chen broke the two meat buns in half and divided them into four parts, half for each of the four people in the family.

Simple happiness, Zhu Pingan's meat buns tasted many times better than those in town.

After eating the buns, Zhu's father simply told the town about what happened. When he mentioned that Zhu's father had left his family with a few dozen more coins, Chen's eyes lit up. This piece of wood finally got it.

But when Zhu's father said that the wild flowers Zhu Ping'an picked sold for more than a hundred coins in the town, and that a nobleman rewarded him with two silver coins, Zhu Ping'an knew that it was going to be bad.

Sure enough, Chen's two big eyes stared at Zhu Ping'an with sparkling eyes, as if there were special silver flying out of her eyes.

"It's not safe for a child like you to take so much money, hand it over quickly." Chen pinched her waist, her spirits high.

The little arm can't twist the thigh.

A few minutes later, Chen happily counted the money on the table.

"One, two, three, four... one hundred and eighteen." Chen counted and felt something was wrong, turned around and asked Zhu Ping'an, "Didn't you say one hundred and twenty coins?"

"The two coins were used to buy meat buns." Zhu Ping'an had a black line on his face.

"Yeah." Chen nodded.

Something seems wrong? Chen always felt that she had forgotten something.

The next second, Chen turned her head and asked fiercely, "Where are the two silver nuggets?"

Zhu Ping'an, the little fat man, backed away with his hands covering his pockets. Mother, can't you leave some for me? Money is not everything, but not having money is absolutely impossible.

Chen couldn't hear what Zhu Ping'an was thinking. Of course, even if she heard it, she would pretend not to hear it.

Zhu Ping'an, the little fat man, covered his pockets tightly.

But

It was useless.

"Here you go. Mother will save money for you to marry a beautiful wife."

Chen smiled gently, but she was merciless with her hands. She opened Zhu Ping'an's little fat hands covering his pockets one by one.

"My son is still capable."

Looking at the two silver nuggets in her hand, Chen smiled and sucked hard on Zhu Ping'an's little fat face.