The Lucky Farmgirl Chapter 424 - 424 413 Keep it for a Great Advantage

424: Chapter 413: Keep it for a Great Advantage 424: Chapter 413: Keep it for a Great Advantage On the second day of May, Ms.

Liu set off for Yizhou to celebrate a birthday, and Old Master Bai happened to have business in the county town.

He got on his horse early in the morning and took Ms.

Liu part of the way there.

Bai Shanbao, with the small book box on his back, stood at the entrance of the village, waving his hands with particular eagerness, and greeted them cheerfully, “Grandma, have a smooth journey.”

Manbao, who happened to be going to school, also joined in the excitent and waved, “Grandma Liu, have fun.”

Bai Erlang knew that the wheat was going to be brought in today, so he had not slept well the night before, making it hard to keep his eyes open now, but he also waved and called out, “Dad, have a good trip.”

Old Master Bai, who had just mounted his horse, almost fell off.

He glared at his son and barked, “Early in the morning and you’re closing your eyes; what did you get up to last night?”

Bai Erlang then woke up.

Old Master Bai angrily said, “If I co back and find out you haven’t been paying attention in class, I’ll give you a thrashing.”

Bai Erlang imdiately said, “Dad, don’t worry, I definitely won’t sleep in class.”

Even if he wanted to sleep, he couldn’t; Mr.

Zhuang was now teaching only three students, and a glance down was all it took to see him.

Every ti Bai Erlang’s eyes closed, he would be called to stand up and listen to the lesson.

Although he felt he could fall asleep standing, the book striking his head really hurt.

Ms.

Liu lifted the curtain to look at the three children, shook her head with a smile; she knew their plan, and to be honest, she wasn’t sure if it could succeed.

But, with their audacity to take control of all the goods before seeking buyers, she would feel guilty if she didn’t lend a hand to such a clever sche.

However, Ms.

Liu still admonished Bai Shanbao, “Don’t be too impulsive in your actions, think more, and if you’re unsure about sothing, ask Mr.

Zhuang.

Don’t make rash decisions on your own, understand?”

Bai Shanbao agreed.

Ms.

Liu then looked at Manbao and Bai Erlang, smiling, “You should supervise each other and avoid getting into mischief.”

The two children nodded repeatedly, waving goodbye to her together.

Ms.

Liu then left.

With her departure, naturally, Old Master Bai left as well.

Watching the retreating convoy, the three children cheered and, unconcerned about the heavy small book boxes they carried, embraced each other.

Auntie Zheng, who had also co to see them off, looked at them curiously and asked, “What are you doing?”

She voiced her suspicion, “Are you planning so kind of mischief?”

All three shook their heads, with Bai Shanbao saying, “Mom, I’m off to school.”

“Auntie Zheng, I’m off to school too,” Manbao said, catching up with Bai Shanbao, who had taken off running.

“Auntie, I’m also on my way,” Bai Erlang said, running off after them.

Manor Head Bai, who had received instructions from the three young masters, ca to the entrance of the village with two hired hands after breakfast, waiting.

When the mule carts with the grain arrived, he greeted them with a smile, bypassed the Bai Family, and delivered the grain directly to the village head’s house.

The village head had received confirmation from Old Zhou beforehand and had notified everyone early in the morning to bring the prepared wheat for the exchange.

Standing on a stool, the village head called for calm, “Don’t be greedy; every family should keep enough wheat for seed.

It’s better to leave too much than too little, as this year Old Zhou’s family won’t have seeds to exchange with you.”

“Yes, we know.

Let’s get started, Village Head.

I’ve not only reserved my family’s portion but also kept a few catties of wheat seeds for my uncle,” soone said.

“Just a few catties?

That’s not even enough for an acre of land.

Aren’t you being a bit stingy?” another person comnted.

“Who said it’s just a few catties?

It’s a small bag – enough for half an acre…

an acre…” the first replied.

“Enough, enough, stop bickering.

Let’s all line up and co up; we’ll exchange one family at a ti.

Right, where’s Uncle Jin?

Isn’t his family exchanging?” the village head said.

“They are, they are.

Uncle Jin was particularly happy yesterday; he said he was going to exchange all of his,” soone responded.

“Uncle Jin isn’t here yet, though.

Four, Five, where’s your dad?”

Zhou Silang, with a smile, waved, “You go ahead and exchange; I’ll wait.

Dad’s at ho talking with Mom.”

No one paid much mind and began to open their bags of grain to start weighing it.

After weighing, they emptied half of the bag to inspect it, ensuring there were no impurities and that the wheat was dry.

Zhou Silang stood by, watching with keen interest; Zhou Wulang was equally engrossed before he couldn’t help but whisper to his big brother, “Why wouldn’t Mom let our family exchange when such a good opportunity has co along?”

“It’s definitely not Mom who said no; it’s Manbao,” Zhou Silang replied.

“Why not?

Isn’t she allowing us to take advantage of the Bai Family’s offer?”

Zhou Silang looked at him with disdain and said, “Who is closer to Manbao, us or the Bai Family?”

“Isn’t that obvious?

Of course, it’s us.

We’re family!”

“Well, that’s the point.

If there were a benefit, Manbao would have surely let us have it.

Since she hasn’t, it ans there’s a bigger advantage ahead waiting for us.

Just be patient.”

At the sa ti, Old Zhou was also angry.

Pacing back and forth in his yard, he asked Ms.

Qian, who was peacefully sewing in the yard, “Why didn’t we exchange?

Such a good opportunity will not co again!

Zhou Dalang and his two younger brothers also stayed in the yard without moving; Junior Ms.

Qian was not making tofu today, and Zhou ErLang had not gone to town to set up his stall, so everyone was ho.

Ms.

Qian continued to sew diligently, sitting in front of the main doorway and blocking his access to carry out the grain.

After finishing a patch of cloth, she finally said, “What’s the rush?

This is just a small advantage; there might be a greater one later.

Your daughter is the mastermind behind this; are you worried you’ll miss out?”

“But what if they finish exchanging all the grain?”

“If they do, it ans it’s not our fate to be involved,” Ms.

Qian said, “and we simply won’t take advantage of it, right?”

Old Zhou stamped his foot in frustration, “It’s our fate right now.

Let take Dalang and the others to move out the wheat, and the fate will be sealed.”

“No way,” Ms.

Qian said, “I’m waiting for an even bigger fate.”

“What if that fate doesn’t co?”

“Then we just won’t take that pie in the sky; we won’t lose out, right?” Ms.

Qian said, “If you want to eat braised pork later, you’ll have to save room in your stomach and not stuff it with plain stead buns now.”

“So, can I eat half a stomach of buns and save the other half for the braised pork coming later?”

“No,” Ms.

Qian firmly said, “I’m afraid you’ll regret it when the braised pork actually appears.”

Old Zhou, with bulging eyes, glared at her.

After a long pause, he conceded.

Sitting down on the step, he asked, “So tell , what’s this big advantage, and where is this braised pork coming from?”

Ms.

Qian couldn’t tell him, “Your daughter plans to buy up all the wheat and then resell it at a high price to Old Master Bai,” could she?

If she dared say anything, with the head of the household’s courage, he might faint on the spot.

So Ms.

Qian casually said, “Keep your heart in your stomach; in a day or two, you’ll know.”