Chapter 77: A Bushel of Cornmeal

Qian thought about it, and pulled Gu Zhong beside her, whispering: "I thought of buying this girl for Baoer as a child bride, so that he wouldn't have to spend money to marry a wife in the future. Besides, our family has few laborers. Xing'er can still help with some work in the fields now, but she is also grown up, and she will be married in one or two years. Will the family rely on you as a laborer in the future? Besides, it's worth it to only need a bucket of rice."

Gu Zhong frowned, "It's good, but how can we support her now?"

Qian lowered her voice, "Don't we still have the second son?"

"Their family must have taken several hundred taels of silver. If we really have no food to eat, can the second son Gu watch your dear brother starve to death?"

Gu Zhong was silent for a long time, "If you insist on buying it, then buy it."

Qian got Gu Zhong's consent, straightened her back, looked at the woman squatting on the ground, "I want this girl, just a bucket of cornmeal!"

The woman seemed to be hit by a surprise, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Qian stood up, "Do you have a bag of grain? Bring me a bag and I'll fill it for you."

Bao'er started to argue, "Mom, I don't want it. I said I don't want a wife!"

Qian coaxed him, "I bought it for you to ride on as a horse, not as a wife."

Bao'er was instantly happy and clapped his hands, "Oh, there's a horse to ride on, there's a horse to ride on."

The woman looked at Bao'er, a hesitant look on her face, suddenly gritted her teeth, untied the bag on her body, took out a bag, and walked to the mule cart with Qian.

Qian poured a small half bag of cornmeal for the woman, but the woman refused, "There's not a dou here, give me more."

Qian pinched the mouth of the bag, "How can there not be a dou, look, there's half a bag, there must be a dou."

Gu Fei glanced at it and suddenly said, "Mom, don't we have a sheng at home? Where is it?"

Chen said loudly, "It's in the mule cart, go and look for it."

Gu Fei got up and went to the mule cart, pretending to search, but actually took out the wooden sheng at home from the space.

She handed the liter to Lian'er, "Give it to your mother."

Lian'er took it gratefully and ran to her mother's side.

Qian had heard what Gu Fei said earlier. When she saw Lian'er bringing the measuring tool, she kicked Gu Rong's Ah Huang angrily, "Nosy dog, get out of here!"

The skinny Ah Huang whimpered and ran away.

This dog is also pitiful. My uncle's family didn't want to take it away, but it insisted on following. There was nothing to eat for it. It just looked for some tree bark and grass roots or ate some shit to survive.

My uncle sneered beside him, "Did my Ah Huang provoke you? You must have kicked it internally with this kick. If it gets hurt, you have to pay for it!"

Qian said "Pah", and saw Lian'er and her mother took another bag and measured the cornmeal into it liter by liter.

A dou of rice has ten liters, and half a bag of cornmeal only has six liters. The woman pulled Qian, "I said it's not enough, this is too much, give me another four liters."

Qian cursed, and had no choice but to measure another four liters of cornmeal for the woman.

The woman tied her sack tightly, and hurriedly walked away with her son holding the bag.

Lian'er returned Gu Fei's liters and stood there, not knowing whether she should follow her mother or go to Qian's place.

Qian glared at her fiercely, very unwilling, and wanted to find some work for her to do, but there was really no work at the moment, so she had to say: "Dead girl, come here, take care of Bao'er, don't let him run around."