Zhou Huaishan always wanted to eat beggar chicken, so Zhou Qing made him a beggar chicken.

When the beggar chicken is ripe, the supper from Zhao's side is also ripe.

Zhou Qing didn't want to make things difficult for him, so he brought dinner back to the house for dinner.

When she entered, Zhou Huaishan's eyes were about to shine green.

"Okay, I'll write so much today. Yao'er and Pingzi go to dinner. I've left a chicken for you and put it in your father's house."

"The eldest sister is the best sister in the world."

Zhou Ping jumped three feet high and slid down to the ground.

Zhou Yao rubbed her wrist and took Zhou Ping away.

As soon as they left, Zhou Huaishan immediately spread his body on the kang, "Daughter, my dad is going to die."

Zhou Qing knew that he was so tired today, so he tore a chicken leg and sent it to his mouth, "Eat chicken."

Zhou Huaishan, who was still weak just now, was immediately resurrected with blood, "It's delicious, you can eat it too, my daughter."

"We have half of it, and we have half of it, Uncle San and the others."

Zhou Huaishan had no objection, "You have eaten the chicken wings daughter."

After eating the chicken and wiping his hands clean, Zhou Qing began to clean up the writing space.

The unused red paper is placed in the kang cabinet, and the written characters are sorted out according to the three numbers: large, medium and small.

There are 100 pictures of Dafeng, 100 pictures of Zhongfeng, 200 pictures of Xiaofeng, 20 pieces per roll, tied with a straw rope and put it in the backpack.

After cleaning up neatly, Zhou Qing smiled and said to Zhou Huaishan: "Is the chicken delicious?"

Zhou Huaishan lay on the kang, shaking his feet with his legs raised, and while whispering the chicken bones, he said, "It's delicious, hey, I miss the dignified Marquis of Rongyang Marquis, but I have fallen to the point where I say chicken is delicious! Life!"

"Do you still want to eat tomorrow?"

Zhou Huaishan's movements of swaying chicken bones stopped, and his swaying feet stopped, and he turned over and looked at Zhou Qing alertly.

If he said this, there would be no problem at all.

Of course, the playboy wants to eat chicken every day.

But my daughter said it...

He had an ominous premonition.

"Daughter, what do you want to do?"

Zhou Qing patted the Analects of Confucius on the kang table, smiling and said, "Come and copy the book after eating."

Zhou Huaishan...

"Are you a devil?!"

"At such an old age, do you have a mine at home? Do you have to farm in the future? Do you know how to plant? Are you planning to eat dirt for the rest of your life?"

Zhou Huaishan...

In the end, Dan Shan copied half of the Analects of Confucius under the spur of Devil Qing.

After that, Zhou Qing assigned the homework for the next day and copied the remaining half of the book.

......

The next morning, Zhou Qing specially wore men's clothing and Zhou Huailin got up early and set off with a basket on his back.

The Zhou family does not have ox carts and mule carts, so they can only hike.

Fortunately, there were many villages near Qingyang Village, and the two arrived at a considerable village in the middle of the morning.

After meeting the village patriarch, he made clear his purpose and left three Dafeng, three Zhongfeng, and three Xiaofeng for the patriarch's family. Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin started the event.

I borrowed a small gong from the clan leader's house, and Zhou Qing started selling it with a gong.

"Let's take a look. The word "Dafeng" has a good harvest every year. The price is fair and the quality is guaranteed. You don't have to miss your work and go to the county town, and you don't have to complain to your relatives."

"The money is less than in previous years, and the price is fuller than in previous years. Take a look and see, the word Feng is very popular."

The sound of gongs and Zhou Qing's festive shouts immediately attracted people from the village.

"Brother, how do you sell this word?"

Zhou Qing held Dafeng in one hand and Xiaofeng and Zhongfeng in the other.

"The three large copper plates, two of them, and the small one, are absolutely fair. You can't buy such cheap ones when you go to the county town. Aunt, look at my paper and this word is no worse than the one in the county town."

"This young man can talk." The questioning aunt took the paper from Zhou Qing's hand and touched it.

The quality of the paper is not bad, and Zhou Huaishan's words are even more unselectable.

"Sure, give me two of the three big ones, two small ones."

"Okay!" Zhou Qing responded happily.

Zhou Huailin had already counted the corresponding number quickly and handed the word Feng to the aunt.

When collecting the money, Zhou Qing said, "You have bought so much and taken care of my business so much. I will give you this little one. I wish my aunt a full house grain tank, a good harvest in autumn, and a lot of children and grandchildren."

The aunt was so happy that she couldn't stop hearing this.

"Give me five Dafengs and three Zhongfengs."

"Okay, I'll give you two more Xiaofengs."

"I want too, I want...I want four Zhang Dafeng and five Zhang Xiaofeng."

"I can't afford to give away five Xiaofengs, so if you buy four Xiaofengs, I'll give you one."

"Ha ha ha ha......"

......

Every household farms, every household collects grain, every household is looking forward to the filling of the grain tank, the autumn harvest is booming, and Zhou Qing's word is sold cheaply, so naturally everyone wants to get a good start.

In a village, the words you brought were sold out.

There are still several families who are late and have not bought it. Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin happily promised to come again in a few days.

"Little brother, you'll sell Spring Festival couplets before the New Year."

Zhou Qing laughed, "Dear aunts and aunts, I'll come naturally."

After making jokes, Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin left the village.

"Qingya, I didn't expect that our words are so easy to sell! I have written less, and I have written less."

As soon as he left the village, Zhou Huailin couldn't stop smiling, and he kept writing less.

Zhou Qing smiled and said, "I'll go back later and ask my father to write again. Let's see if I dare not have another village before dark."

Zhou Huailin shook his head, "I'll sell it tomorrow, I'll go to the town first."

"Does Uncle San want to buy something?"

"If we come out to make money, there must be someone in the village who will be jealous. Your grandparents and your uncle..." Zhou Huailin paused for a moment, but did not continue, but said: "Go to the town to get some wine and buy some wine and food, and give it to the patriarch's house."

Zhou Qing immediately understood what Zhou Huailin meant.

"Uncle San is still thinking carefully. In this way, when I go back, I ask my father to write a few more words of Feng, and I will send them with the words and things."

Zhou Huailin smiled and pulled out a volume of plum blossoms from his backpack, "No, I left it in advance. Just like just now, three of the three big ones are small."

Zhou Qing...

Who said that the ancients were stupid?

They are smart.

Uncle San’s mind is easy to use, but he is imprisoned by the farm work at home. In addition, he doesn’t have a single coin, so he can’t do some small business.

Now there is a chance...

Zhou Qing looked at Zhou Huailin with his eyes a little radiating.

If she could train her father to become a high-ranking official and her third uncle to become a big businessman, then why would she still strive for?

Life... is very promising!

As the uncle and nephew spoke, they bought things from the town and returned to the village and went straight to the patriarch's house.

There are two trees in front of the patriarch's house.

There is a jujube tree on one side and a jujube tree on the other side.

Looking at the two jujube trees, Zhou Qing's mouth twitched.

I feel that she shouldn't carry a basket, she should carry a fork to live up to these two trees.

Zhou Qing was just twitching his mouth when he saw the eldest grandson of the patriarch Runzi walking out of the yard with a big fork on his back.

Zhou Qing...

"Rongzi, where are you going?" Zhou Huailin said to him with a smile.

"I'll go to the watermelon field."
Chapter completed!