Chapter 360: Give me the money

With the words of Li Chang, the villagers who were brought to testify by Jia Daqu, Li Mafei also ran away.
Lu Changqing and Wang Daniu also quickly took their sons away, and they were afraid to take a slow step and let Jia Dazhu’s sons fall on.
Before seeing him, Bai Yan looked at Dongzi in bed and saw that he was secretly looking at himself. There was tears in his eyes. She sighed at the bottom of her heart. Poorly cast in such a family, even if outsiders want to help, they also help. Nothing, everything can only be seen in his own creation.
Looking at the crowds leaving, the plan of Jia Dazhu couples to save money was completely ruined, and the couple were so angry that they jumped.

On this day, the carriage of the guest came to pull the touk, and the driver who drove the car came back. When he was sick, he was temporarily put on the top. When he entered the village, he did not know where to go. He saw two women. Walking down the river to the river, he hurriedly chased the horse in the past: "This big sister, where does the white house live?"
It was the old lady and Liu, who was holding the basin. Liu looked at the driver with a squint and swept the carriage. This carriage was very familiar to her. It was one of the past three days. Now it is two days. Back, it’s just that the driver is very raw.
"You didn't drive the car before?" Liu asked.
The young man smiled. "I came back here today. Big Brother Zhao is sick. I will help him pull a glimpse. Wait for him, this is still his job."
Liu sighed, and immediately stood up and laughed: "I am the white-haired Dabo Niang, and I am also surnamed Zhao."
The young man smiled and said: "It turned out to be the white girl's family. That's right, please ask the blind man to bring me a way."
Liu nodded: "Take the road to say, I don't know how many pounds of toast you are going to pull today?"
The youth is busy: "One hundred pounds, each time is one hundred pounds."
On the side of the white old lady squeezing a smile full of pleats and asked: "A hundred pounds of soil melon, you can eat a lot of food, you can sell a lot of money, or open a restaurant to make money, my granddaughter hard soil Melon, but can't make a few dollars."
The young man immediately waved his hand: "I can't say this. To be honest, I have never seen such a high-priced sweet potato. One hundred pounds of soil melon, our boss Chen gave enough money for five or two, this price, Even Kyoto City has never heard of it."
The old lady’s mouth can’t be closed, eh? If her ears are not mistaken, he just said five or two?
Five or two silver one hundred pounds of melon?
In other words, every time this carriage is sent, it gives five days of silver to the day. After so many embarrassment, how much money did you have to give her?
So today, I can sit at home and collect five or two silver coins?
Liu’s madness, they may not be able to earn five or two silver a year, and this white, but easily at home, can earn so much money, and every two days is five or two. . . How much is this year?
When Mrs. White saw that the young man was stupid, he began to think. He said, "Young man, I am a white woman’s milk. She just told me that she said that the money for selling sweet potatoes should be honored. It’s all in the autumn. It’s time to cut the new clothes. I’m going to go there. You will give me the money first. You will see the day when you meet me.
The young man immediately shook his head: "This can't be done. We help the main house to pull the goods. It has always been hand-delivered with one hand. How can we still pay the money if we haven't seen the goods yet?" Moreover, you are not white, this is the case. He stopped and said nothing.