20demayo Chapter 128: Quality is not enough, quantity is enough
Chapter 128: Quality is not enough, quantity is enough
Bai Tao hummed: "I have enough money now."
What I mean is, stop it, I don’t want to sell it!
It costs twelve coins per pound to sell it to the mall, and if you buy it from the mall again, the cheapest price is eighteen coins per pound, and the price of thirty-five coins per pound after the heads are removed.
She was not stupid. Since she would have to buy more in the future, she might as well keep some of it at the beginning.
Mall: '...' It's becoming increasingly difficult to fool this old man.
At this time, in front of a shed on the outskirts of the city, Bai Dashan cleared his throat and loudly announced that tomorrow and the day after tomorrow would be the last two days to harvest crayfish.
"Let everyone know that we will no longer come to collect crayfish the day after tomorrow."
When they heard that the Baijiabao merchant would no longer accept crayfish in two days, those who had been relying on picking up crayfish to exchange for food these days felt confused.
Why don’t you accept it?
If we don’t collect them, the crayfish will be useless.
After you dealt with Princess Deyang, you stayed outside the inn and spent 700 coins to buy a map of that world from outside the mall.
"Look at you guys that time, you will definitely win."
"Manager Bai, are you still in Qingzhou?"
Bai Xiaoshan began to speak, cupped his hands, and indicated that he would continue to exchange lobsters for food.
The Zhenghuai Agricultural Assistance Channel has reopened, and there are many agricultural and sideline products for sale. Although the size can be guaranteed, it affects the edible quality, so Yang Song is buying a lot.
"Where are you going?"
"All teams should pay attention and do their own job. This is something that cannot be neglected."
When the team of 1,400 people was walking on the road, no bandits dared to attack them, whether it was an open official road or a secluded avenue.
As soon as Bai Xiaoshan finished speaking, the villagers who had been waiting for a long time and had nothing else to do rushed out of the woods in groups, like chickens released from a cage in the early morning.
Bai Tao looked at the large figure of her master, her eyes full of anticipation.
We have only a few decent weapons on our side, but the other side is the same, with spears, knives, and bows and crossbows. Only a fool would run away.
"Village chief, you know it."
Unlike the other refugees who were looking for wild vegetables, hunting rabbits and catching pheasants, the people of Taohua Village were rushing out of the woods to find fresh and interesting things to bring back for Gu Long.
When Bai Tao heard the news, she subconsciously looked at her master with a questioning look, "Master, what are you going to do next?"
Lu Xiaohao: "It looks like Gu Longxi's caravan will leave Qingzhou in two days."
Young people in Taohua Village can ride horses. Of course, they can only ride a little, but they are still not good enough to run.
Gu Long nodded: "I will follow your instructions, Master."
Yang Song looked at that scene, feeling so proud.
After staying in Qingzhou for half a month, Yang Song was delayed in getting news and did not know that there was no rebel uprising in Jin State and that Yancheng was in danger.
Because of the big lobster gift from Zhou Yang's family, when Taohua Village needed people, they would also hire eighty-seven women from the Zhou family to do the work for a day or half a day, so we were able to take the closest place.
"You guys go with the caravan and blend in with the people fleeing."
Of course, if they could just eat the food, the two of them would retreat to the city and find a shop to exchange the food for some dried meat and other items.
After two days of research, Yang Song felt that if he wanted to avoid the harm of the epidemic, he should go north.
The north is vast and sparsely populated. Compared with the Jiangnan region, officials here are more willing to accept refugees to open up wasteland.
"You are going to make milk egg rolls and brown sugar rice cakes for your aunt."
Bai Xiaoshan heard it, looked up at the sun above his head, raised his hand and shouted: "Stop!"
Apart from the poor people who had fled their homes and were still actively searching, some people in Qingzhou City who had their own livelihoods had already given up.
Taohuacun is so brave, why do the people who follow him feel worried and relieved at the same time?
The two of us also stored up more than 200 kilograms of food. Although it is not much, if we live frugally, it is enough for us to eat for a month on the way back.
Among those people was Lu Xiaohao.
"Village chief, the time difference is too short." Bai Shaoxi drove his horse to Bai Xiaoshan's side and said, "My aunt ate too little red date porridge in the morning, so we have to set up camp earlier at noon today."
"That's the wrong place. You can see the road from behind and move forward. Just rest outside."
That result was achieved through your teaching bit by bit, imitating the military management.
Bai Dashan smiled and said, "We are a caravan, traveling all over the country, so we naturally have our own business to do."
"Auntie, where are you going?"
The pursuers passed by several times, but everyone would think of Lu Xiaohao as the dusty man carrying a shoulder pole and a bag on his back.
"It's our people, the old rules."
Bai Xiaoshan forgot to remind him: "Remember, quality is made up by quantity."
It was unusual at the beginning. There was no food delivered in those days. But even if the Baijiabao caravan was small, the consumption of such a small amount of food was a small burden for us.
Taohua Village now has less than seventy-eight horse-drawn carriages and eighty-seven cargo trucks, so it is naturally as tense as if it were heavily equipped for a battle.
In fact, every time they set up camp, some people would quarrel and fight in order to occupy a spot close to the Taohua Village camp.
"Oh, village chief, he's nagging again."
Many people saw that scene, and they hurriedly found a spot for themselves before slowly and hurriedly heading out of the woods.
It is bad to find something new and novel, but there are also problems if you find it. Even if you dig up some purple cypress, it is worse than coming back empty-handed.
Taohua Village today is the same as it was when the escape ended. Everything is in disarray, and it is unclear who is responsible for what and who should do what.
These days, the Baijiabao caravan has been transporting grain continuously, and everyone has extremely high expectations for them, so some people started asking about it.
But after so many people and so many days of catching crayfish, the situation changed from being crowded at the beginning to later when each person could only find one or two sacks a day if they were lucky.
"Thank you for your participation in those days. The green mountains will become green rivers and the whole Baijiabao caravan wishes you a safe and happy family."
I learned that sentence from Yang Song.
Eight days ago, when Huang Fuqing's cloth shop had no bad long-staple cotton to sell, Yang Song had not yet left Qingzhou with the people of Taohua Village.
Hearing this, he casually responded: "Let's go to Yancheng first."
But there were not so few horse-drawn carriages and carts that year. It was obvious that we were not a small caravan, and many people who had left their homes to escape the disaster followed us subconsciously.
After that, no bandits blocked the road to cause trouble, but before this classic road-blocking phrase could be uttered, it was interrupted by the crossbow arrows shot by the people from Taohua Village.
During those days, Lu Xiaohao and Bai Tao picked up a lot of big lobsters. Before they were full, Bai Tao could carry two small sacks at a time.
"Shao Xi, their kitchen team is responsible for the bad food..."
He thought to himself, you are not from Taohua Village, why are you asking that?
Of course, you should go wherever your aunt goes.
Lu Xiaohao and Bai Tao mixed in with the fleeing people, and followed the Taohua Village convoy in a high-profile manner no matter how close or far it was.