Farmer’s Little Girl

Chapter 692 Conditions

  Man Bao looked at the county magistrate Tang’s face for a while, knowing that she couldn’t be kind today, so she pulled her fourth brother and the smartest Bai Shan aside to discuss in a low voice, "What can we do?"

  Bai Shan looked at Chu Lang and said, "A little bit cheaper?"

  Thursday Lang whispered: "It's okay, but it's okay, but it's a lot less. I always have to make some money, right?"

This is not his business alone, but the family’s. Now it’s basically Zhou Dalang and the others who have selected good wheat varieties at home and reclaimed them at 20% to 30% higher than the market price of the wheat purchases. Then he went back and bought them. Come here, send the money back when you sell it, and get new wheat seeds.

Because it is a small business, and he only sells around Yizhou City, he dare not buy too many wheat seeds every time. Like this time, he only brought two sacks. Because he had to catch up with the time for winter wheat planting, there were several This time, he transported here one by one.

  Now that the winter wheat is almost planted, he dare not sell too much, for fear that the wheat will fall into his own hands. After all, this wheat is not available for their families, and it is too expensive to eat as wheat.

  I'm afraid his father is fine when he doesn't eat, and he will get sick even if he eats.

   Distressed and sick.

  So Chu Lang pays attention to cost control, he whispered: "Don't lose money, or father can kill me."

   "Of course we can't lose money," Man Bao looked at her fourth brother silently, "I'm not stupid."

  Bai Shan made a decision: "Then it will be reduced to one hundred and ten texts."

  Thursday Lang was heartbroken, "Thirty essays went to that fight."

  Man Bao ignored him and asked Bai Shan, "What about the conditions?"

  Bai Shan lowered his voice and said: "Ask him for an official document approved for sale, and then exempt the cost of entering and leaving the city..."

Man Bao's eyes lit up and he added: "Yes, since the price is low, then we will go on sales, and simply include all the wheat seeds for the next two seasons, and we can make a lot of small profits but quick turnover. By the way, why sell wheat seeds? Must be approved by the yamen?"

  Why doesn’t she know this?

  Bai Shan happened to have seen such a regulation, but he didn't expect Chu Lang at the time.

He whispered: "Things such as salt, iron and grain seeds that are related to the people's livelihood and national transport, must be sold through the local county government, and the owner can confirm that the owner is able to bear the relevant risks before allowing it. Not only the seeds, but actually the sale of food There is also this rule, but your fourth brother does not open the shop, and sells it everywhere by himself, and the people do not sue the official or investigate it."

  Bai Shan lowered his voice and said: "When you open a shop, you have to pay a portion of your quarterly income as tax to the yamen. When the tax reaches a certain amount, it is the merchant, and the household registration must be updated."

Man Bao knows this. When she first bought a shop for her sister-in-law in the county town, she asked the magistrate Yang about this. She said that the profit of her sister-in-law’s shop was counted, unless she could own three shops at the same time. Otherwise, there is no need to settle the household registration. Because she pays a small amount of tax each quarter.

   has not reached the business quota.

   "With the official documents approved for sale, and your fourth brother has no shop, this is considered to be exempt from business tax, and the two are neutralized, and there is no difference between them."

  Man Bao hadn’t agreed yet, and Chu Lang already clapped his hands and said with joy: “This is good, this is good, we don’t seem to lose any money after such a calculation.”

  Man Bao looked at him in silence for a while, but still said nothing, nodded and said: "The fourth brother, you can go talk to county magistrate Tang."

  Thursuro looked at her suspiciously, "Is it all right?"

  Man Bao shook his head, "No more, you go."

  Thursday Lang hesitated and walked two steps. Seeing that Yaomei hadn't stopped him, he quickly rushed to the county magistrate of Tang.

  Bai Shan waited for him to walk away and asked, "What's the matter?"

  Man Bao sighed sadly: "If there is a shop, then our new wheat varieties will not be so much lower than the market price. You can calculate the difference between the current market price of new wheat varieties and our home."

  Bai Shan calculated it, opened his mouth wide, and said annoyed: "Forgot about this, then why didn't you remind Brother Thursday?"

"Because it suddenly occurred to me that this is wrong for us," Man Bao said, "Now the price of grain in Yizhou City is wrong, and the price of seeds is also wrong. Our wheat is a price from harvest to grain merchants. It’s another price when it comes out of the grain shop. It’s a serious calculation, no matter how many hands it turns in the middle, it’s a fact that it doubled when it went in and out again."

"It takes four to five months from plowing, sowing, working, and harvesting. We have put in so much effort and sweat, but if they turn together, it may not be a month, but they get better than us. "More." Man Bao said, "No matter how the Tang county magistrate lowers the price, this batch of grain seeds will eventually enter the hands of the refugees free of charge. The ones sold by my fourth brother will also go directly to the farmers who want to cultivate, so why do we have to What about the market price?"

"We can calculate the selling price based on our own cost. As long as we earn enough money, and the money we earn is enough for us to put in so much energy and energy, it is enough." Man Bao smiled: "So I thought, the price is low. The price is low."

The Tang county magistrate, who had to look at the quality of their wheat seeds, turned Thursday Lang Zhiying to turn over the grain seeds in the car. He turned his head and saw the two children together and muttering words. He walked up and heard such words. .

  He couldn't help but pause, then smiled and stepped forward, "What are you talking about?"

  Man Bao turned around and replied: "I won't tell you."

  I know if you don’t tell me, the county magistrate Tang smiled slightly, and changed the subject, "Are you still going to school to peek at the book recently?"

  The thief was caught, and Man Bao stuck out his tongue with a guilty conscience.

Seeing that she was honest, County Magistrate Tang was satisfied, and smiled and raised another matter, “By the way, I’m currently discussing with the shopkeepers of a few pharmacies. The refugees take a look at their bodies. If they are sick, they can be treated as soon as possible. Otherwise, the weather may be cold and some people may not be able to survive the winter. Are you learning to prescribe? Do you want to have a table alone?"

  Man Bao's eyes lit up and asked, "Can I?"

   asked and frowned again, “Although I prescribe alone at the drugstore, Dr. Ji has been sitting behind me to help me check.”

The county magistrate Tang said with a smile: "Of course, I will set up a shed for you when the time comes, and you will specialize in receiving female guests. Some women are not ill to see the doctor, and you happen to be a female doctor. I believe there will be some Few people come to see you."

  Man Bao asked: "What about the prescription, can they afford it after I prescribe it?"

The county magistrate Tang sighed, "That’s why I said I’m poor. In the end, these medicines will have to be issued by our county government. I will give you a medicine list later. As long as the medicine you prescribe is on the medicine list, they can take it. If you have medicine, if you don't have it, you can only go to the drugstore to make it up."

  At this time, Man Bao and Bai Shan admired a lot when looking at the Tang magistrate, "Tang County magistrate, you are really a good person, no, a good official."

  The county magistrate of Tang touched his chin proudly, did not touch his beard, but smiled happily at the two of them.

  Sitting in the courtyard silently watching the theater, oh no, Mr. Zhuang who was watching couldn’t help but shook his head slightly, thinking that the two disciples were smart, but they were still too tender.

Good night

  (End of this chapter)