Rise From the Humble

Everything on the stall was sold out, Zhu's father cleaned up the stall and asked Zhu Pingchuan to lead Zhu Pingan to wait here, and he went to the grocery store to sell the rabbit skins.

Because Zhu's father and the grocery store are regular customers, and the grocery store will not let Zhu's father suffer, so Zhu Ping'an didn't insist on going with him.

Father Zhu left for a while and then came back. There were five rabbit skins in total, each with twelve wen, a total of sixty wen.

Seeing his father put all the money into the basket, Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he said happily, "It's a lot of money. I gave it to my mother. She must be very happy."

"No, we can only keep twenty-four cash for this money, and the rest must be given to grandma." Father Zhu explained while stroking Zhu Ping'an's head in a funny way.

Oh, I remembered.

Zhu's family rules stipulate that all income obtained during the day when farming should be done is to be returned to the public, and 80% of the private income at night or other time that is not used to do farm work must be handed over.

In ancient times, private property was not allowed if there was no family division, and the patriarchal system was still in ancient times.

I went up the mountain during the daytime to do farm work, so all the proceeds from going up the mountain had to go to the public account; for bamboo weaving, because most of it was done by my father at night, 80% of the income had to be handed over.

All the money from selling rabbit skins must be handed over to the grandmother for confiscation. In addition to all the rabbit skins that have to be handed in, all the 50 Wen earned from the mountain delicacies and wild game must also be handed in.

Of course, 80% of the money that my father sells bamboo weaving has to be handed over. This time, my father’s bamboo weaving also sold for 120 renminbi, and if he handed it in, he would have to hand in about 100 renminbi.

That is to say, all the things this time are the income of my father's hard work, but this time I have to hand in a total of about 200 papers. If it wasn't for his own honeysuckle, my father could only leave about 20 wen this time.

As far as Zhu Ping'an knows, the uncle's family seems to have never paid a penny to the family. Instead, they withdraw money from the family account from time to time. Rarely; the fourth uncle's family, forget it, the fourth uncle and the little fourth aunt are also trying to take advantage of the account.

Although they paid a lot of money, the grandparents often favored the uncle and the fourth uncle's family.

Whenever something happened at home, my grandmother often asked my father to pay for it, and my father always paid the money without hesitation. For this reason, my mother, Mrs. Chen, and my father were angry many times.

Filial piety is the right thing to do, but you also have to take care of your family. My eldest brother is going to get married in a few years, so I have to save money for my eldest brother to marry a wife. My grandparents have always favored my uncle's imperial examination, so I'm afraid they won't be able to pay much. Besides, if there is any change in the family, you have to be prepared.

Therefore, it is necessary to brainwash my father.

"Why did you give it to grandma?" Zhu Pingan asked with his head raised.

"Because we have to eat, we eat at home." Father Zhu explained.

pouted.

"The honeysuckle was promised to me by my grandmother, so I want to keep the money, and the silver nude is also given to me by someone else." Zhu Pingan made a childish and rascal appearance.

Zhu's father thought about it, yes, indeed, the whole family laughed at the flowers that Xi'er picked when they came back from the mountain, and mother did indeed say that the honeysuckle should be returned to Xi'er.

"En, all right." Father Zhu nodded.

"Father, I used to sell bamboo weaving in the town. How much can I sell at a time? How much will I give to my grandmother?" Seeing Zhu's father agreeing, Zhu Pingan felt that Zhu's father could still be saved, so he asked casually.

Zhu's father replied while packing up the household belongings, "I used to sell sixty or seventy cash each time, so give about fifty cash to the family."

"Then let's sell bamboo weavings this time and give grandma ten cash more, and grandma sixty cash." Zhu Pingan looked like a filial and good child.

In this way, apart from the honeysuckle money, 60 wen can be left for this income.

"Ah?" Zhu's father was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "It's not like that, the bamboo weaving sold a lot this time."

"Yeah, brother, you're too young to count." Big brother Zhu Pingchuan also said.

This method didn't work, so Zhu Ping'an had to change it.

"Auntie and Auntie both have silver hairpins. My mother has been greedy for a long time, but she didn't save enough money." Zhu Ping'an's eyes showed the scene of his mother Chen's envy of Auntie and Aunt, which was quite contagious. .

Zhu's father also thought of the Chen family who was at home. He had paid a lot for himself and the family, so he should save some money to make his wife happy. Besides, this time the bamboo weaving handed over to the family was ten cents more than before, right? .

In the end, Father Zhu also nodded in agreement, and carefully divided the money into two parts, and handed over the money to the family and put it aside. The other part, including the honeysuckle money, was carefully wrapped and put in Zhu Ping'an's small basket, and the leftovers were eaten with cattle. covered with green grass.

Before returning home from the town, Father Zhu picked up some bargains at the market and bought some oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar tea, and some other daily necessities.

Zhu Pingan also bought two meat buns, wrapped them in paper and carefully put them under the basket to cover them.

Zhu's father thought it was the child's greediness, so he asked.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Pingan replied, "The meat buns I ate in the morning are delicious, and I want to take them home for my mother to try."

This made Zhu's father's face a little hot. The youngest son remembered to bring things for Chen, but he didn't even think of taking the initiative to buy things for Chen.

Fortunately, it's not too late to make up for it, because Father Zhu doesn't have much money, so he can't make some jewelry or other things to please Mrs. Chen, but it's still better to buy some cloth and let Mrs. Chen make two new clothes for herself. OK. Thinking of Chen's delicate appearance in new clothes, Zhu's father grinned.

There was a cloth shop not far from the stall. Father Zhu led his two sons into the cloth shop. The store covers an area much larger than that of the medicine hall. As soon as you enter, you are dazzled by the colorful cloth inside.

"Your Majesty, you are here to buy some cloth, please come this way."

The store clerk was also very transparent and did not guide Zhu's father and the others to the silk weaving area, but directly guided Zhu's father and the others to the moderately priced cotton area.

"These are authentic Songhu cotton fabrics purchased directly from Songjiang Prefecture. They are exquisite, strong and beautiful. Whether they are used to make clothes or bedding, they are popular and the price is affordable." The store clerk is eloquent. , the ability to observe words and colors is also very strong, as if he can see into Zhu's father's mind, and finally emphasized that the price is affordable.

Songjiang Prefecture's clothes are popular all over the world, and Huang Daopo's contribution to Jiuzhou. Sure enough, I didn't expect that Songjiang cotton has spread as far as the Kaoshan town at the foot of the mountain.

"How much does this kind of cloth cost?" Father Zhu asked, pointing to a piece of cotton with a peach blossom white background.

"It costs 120 bucks a piece." The store clerk replied, "This piece of cloth can be used to make 8 tops and 12 culottes. It is very cost-effective."

In the Ming Dynasty, one piece of cloth was equal to four feet, and one foot was equal to ten feet. If converted into modern units, one foot was 0.31 meters, which means that one piece of cloth was about twelve meters.