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Chapter 226: Harvesting grain, right? Sell all the grain at home

Those people dispersed in a hurry.

Shi Laoer cursed at the door and came back angrily.

"Treat him, go to another place to continue the treatment. Just because your clinic is incompetent doesn't mean other doctors can't treat him."

Then he went to move to Shizhen Township with Shi Laosan.

Qiao Lian'er was now certain that Shi Zhenxiang was really disabled, but seeing that Shi Laoer was unwilling to give up, he should stay in the county town for a few more days, exhausting the last bit of hope to cure Shi Zhenxiang.

Instead, it created an opportunity for the Ling family.

A Da and the others also spread the news, and from time to time people would wander around the clinic, wanting to see the historian make a fool of himself.

Those people just ran away, and some more people surrounded them.

She believed that by that time, the momentum would really pick up.

Qiao Jianer was a small and thin person, and she was standing at the side of the counter, blocked by an extended cabinet, so Shi Laoer could not see her.

After taking some headache medicine, she walked out and went to the alley next to her where the carriage was parked. Qiao Zhizhi was waiting for her in the carriage.

"Sister Jian'er, is this matter safe?"

Qiao Jianer nodded: "As long as the Ling family can deal with their relatives, it will basically be settled."

She came to the county town not only to see the situation in Shizhen Township, but also to see what those people were doing.

There are hardly any people in the shops, teahouses and taverns along the street. It seems that the statistics are almost finished.

By August 20th, more people will come back to harvest.

It is already the beginning of August, and there is only half a month left.

It was noon when I got home and I just had lunch.

There were a lot of vegetables and fruits prepared in the carriage, as well as a hundred kilograms of jade needle incense. Feng and Qiao Yunni carried them down one bag at a time and one basket at a time.

As Wan scooped up the rice, the rich aroma of Yuzhenxiang wafted through the kitchen. It was truly the kind of fragrance that penetrated into one's soul.

Ever since they tasted this kind of rice the day before yesterday, the Qiao family felt like they had opened up a new world.

It is fluffy, fragrant, shiny, chewy, soft and translucent. You can’t wait to eat three bowls in one meal.

Looking at other rice, it seems like something is missing.

The crops harvested at home don’t seem as fragrant as before, and are no longer as precious and rare as before.

Sometimes, I am so busy eating this kind of rice that I almost forget to pick up any vegetables.

I don’t know where Jianer got this kind of rice, and I won’t ask. It tastes good.

After finishing the meal, Qiao Jianer said, "Grandma, let's sell all the food in our house and keep about 200 kilograms."

Mrs. Qiao thought she had misheard: "What? Sold them all and only kept this little?"

Although we now have better-tasting and more fragrant rice at home, crops are crops and rice is rice. It is the foundation of a family's survival. Even if the taste is much worse than the rice just served on the table, it does not mean that it should be sold casually.

If one day the food on the table is gone and cannot be bought, we will have to rely on the crops from the fields.

"Well, grandma, I can guarantee that the rice on the table will always be supplied, and there will be other delicious rice."

In the space, planting is not restricted by geographical location, and Wuchang rice, Xiangshui rice, and Xietian rice can all be planted.

Qiao Jianer felt that since those people were going to come to his house and take away most of the food, it would be better to sell it first.

Leave 200 kilograms, and when they come, take away 100 kilograms. Use the money from the sales to build the house and keep good accounts.

Old Mrs. Qiao was still a little hesitant. Her family had been waiting hard for a year for this harvest. Although there were better-tasting ones now, she was still reluctant to sell so much at once.

"Grandma, our family needs to spend money and things to ward off disasters during this period. Once the rice is sold, I will use it to buy other materials needed to build the house and settle the account."

Old Mrs. Qiao pondered, Jian'er was definitely not a superstitious person, and he was only thinking about spending money to avoid disaster. Could there be some deeper reason behind this?

Think about this family, they have been lucky ever since they listened to Jianer.

She made up her mind and said, "Okay, tomorrow is the market day in town. We will send all the rice to town to sell. We won't even shell them. We will sell them with the shells and the rice."

The rice grains were almost dry in the fields, and after being dried in the hot autumn sun for two days, they were ready to be sold.

There is an endless supply of better food, so why should we be reluctant to give it up? The reason we are reluctant to give it up is that we have been waiting for this year's good harvest for many years.

A pound of shelled rice costs five cents, and a pound of unshelled rice costs three cents.

The land he owned, plus the three acres of land compensated by the Shen family, brought him a little over three thousand taels.

Keep 200 kilograms at home, and the remaining 2,800 kilograms can be sold for 8.24 taels.

When everyone heard that the family was going to sell rice, they were a little surprised, but when they saw that it was Qiao Jianer's idea, Old Mrs. Qiao agreed. They also heard that the delicious rice would be available in the future.

Everyone thought, just sell it.

Yesterday, some villagers started going to the town to sell grain, but they didn't sell much. Most of it was kept for their families as food.

Those who conducted the investigation also knew that the farmers would sell the grain, and they did not try to stop them. It didn't matter which household the grain went to, as half of it would have to be paid back when the time came.

The next day, the Qiao family loaded bags of grain onto the carriage, and Old Mrs. Qiao, Qiao Yunni and Qiao Jianer went to the town together.

The villagers were surprised when they saw it.

"You are going to sell grain. There must be more than a thousand pounds of grain in this carriage."

"Yes, we thought that it would take up too much space at home and the house has not been built yet, so we should sell it first. It will be the same if we buy more rice when we want to eat it. The price of rice is not expensive." said Qiao Jianer.

It sounds reasonable, but something doesn't seem right.

"Oh, going back and forth, this is too much trouble for you guys."

"Life is a struggle." Qiao Jianer drove the carriage away.

The villager stood there and scratched his head. It seemed strange that the Qiao family had so many mouths to feed, yet they wanted to sell most of the grain and then say they wanted to buy it back.

It seems like he is just bored.

In ancient times, not every household grew grain. For example, merchants and those who had little land all needed to buy grain, and grain merchants also had to buy grain to sell.

Therefore, the grain market is still very lively.

The South Street of Qingshui Town is divided into an area for the tile market, where vegetables, grains, pork, etc. are sold.

The Qiao family's carriage stopped, and when they saw them carrying out bags of rice, several people immediately surrounded them.

"How much do you sell your rice?"

"The market price is three cents per pound," said Old Mrs. Qiao.

Someone grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it. It was fuller than the rice from other farms, so it seemed that the insect damage was not too serious.

"Can it be a little less? It's the autumn harvest season now, and many people come to the town to sell rice." Even so, these people still wanted to lower the price.

"No, it's three cents per pound. Our rice is better than others, so this price is already very low." Qiao Lianer shook his head.

Originally she wanted to shout "three and a half taels", but then she thought forget it, since she had to finish it, it would be better to be direct.

Knowing that this price was indeed a bargain, some people prepared to buy it, buying two or three hundred kilograms at a time.

Old Fourth Shen was also among these people. He sneered in his heart as he looked at the rice. Some of it must have been grown by the Shen family.

He winked at the person who was about to buy.