I played as an assistant in ancient times

Chapter 161 Head

When Shen Xiaoye went to several houses and was about to find her uncle to leave together, the wife of the head of the village, Qi, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the mule cart had already left the village. The little black cat, who had been running around the village for a few times, said, "Do you know why Mrs. Xin urged you to take the cloth away?"

"Farmers did not have enough food stored in February and March, and they are all waiting to get the money to buy food." The problem of food shortage has always existed in ancient times. Either natural disasters or excessive taxes and levies left the lower-class farmers without food to eat.

Her incoherent words made her uncle Shen Changshou, the coachman, feel the same way: "For example, our family has eight acres of upper fields and two acres of sloping land. Even if we don't pay taxes, we can't have enough to eat.

If we earn a little money from odd jobs, we won’t be able to support a family.”

Little Black Cat didn't pay attention to what he said, and kept transmitting his voice: "No, I heard the old lady's granddaughter say that there are almost a thousand pieces of cloth, and if these cloths are not taken away, the remaining money will not be evenly distributed.

It seems that the old lady only gave out work according to the amount of several dozen taels of silver you left behind, because the weavers were afraid to weave if they didn't pay in full.

Those who dare to weave will not give the cloth to the old lady without receiving payment."

"Uncle, stop." After hearing this, Shen Xiaoye immediately realized why Old Mrs. Xin had lost her former composure.

Shen Changshou pulled the reins and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I thought, let's bring some white cloth into Beijing and sell it on consignment to a few shops in the outer city." Shen Xiaoye was planning to go to Beijing from Baohe County. Since she would not return to Linghe, she could only go to Beijing to sell cloth.

Shen Changshou hesitated for a moment: "Can the white cloth we weave here be sold at a good price in the capital?"

“Uncle, the people within thirty to fifty miles around the capital cannot afford to wear more expensive cloth.

About three hundred horses. We can sell some along the way, or go to the capital to find Uncle Changshun. His wife's family is also selling some.

Besides, I just saw that the cotton stored in Old Lady Xin's house is only half of what it was originally. If we want them to work faster, paying them faster is also a way." Shen Xiaoye went out this time with more than 100 taels of silver, which was all her wealth after the dividends.

Shen Changshou exposed her and said, "You want to take this opportunity to ask Big Brother for the debt."

"Hehe, it's already the end of the first lunar month, and all industries are proceeding as normal. There's no need to drag it out.

Uncle, the longer you put off talking about money, the harder it will be to talk about it." Shen Xiaoye would never say that he had just made up his mind.

Speaking of which, I paid off the money for the madder yesterday, so the cloth account book is still in the negative. Currently I can only use my own money and the silver from the public treasury to cover it.

But after selling some cloth and collecting Uncle Changshun's account, the negative number in the account book immediately turned into a surplus.

Besides, such a large market in the capital must be developed. Otherwise, she would not have rented a car yesterday and asked Mr. Miao and Manager Zhu to look after her while she took 500 pieces of blue cloth to the capital.

"Well, we are all relatives." My uncle turned the car around and went into the village again.

Shen Xiaoye only replied with two words "Hehe". It is better to have less contact with relatives like Uncle Changshun. Do you dare to believe that someone who doesn't care about your parents will care about you?

After she paid the rest of the wages, she saw Mrs. Xin's frown relax, and she couldn't help but sigh that the people in Qijia Village were scared by the previous village head, and they would probably only continue to do the job if they were paid in the future.

The uncle and nephew loaded the car and left. No matter how hard they tried, they could not reach the provincial capital before dark. They could only choose a larger village or town to rest while it was still daylight.

Nothing happened that night. They set out early the next morning and arrived at the restaurant where Shen Changshun was before lunch.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Shen Xiaoye stepped into the gate, he met Master Yang Xun, and next to him was Mr. Geng.

"It turns out to be Miss Shen." Geng Shi smiled, as if he had no idea what she had done in the lobby of Shuntian Mansion.

But Yang Xun was not in a good mood, "Oh, what are you looking for again? I don't have any books to sell to you."

Ever since she gave the books to her rivals to sell at a low price, more than a hundred copies she had sold previously came to her asking for a refund.

At the rate of one tael and five cents, there was no compensation, but Boyazhai's reputation was damaged and its business plummeted.

"Excuse me, both of you." A doubt flashed through Shen Xiaoye's mind. Wasn't Mr. Geng sentenced to any punishment?

Geng Shiyong was so smart. He was also a son of a gentry in Jiangnan when he was a child. He had seen many people and experienced many things. He could tell her thoughts at a glance, "I am sorry to disappoint Miss Shen. I have a good reputation and I am eligible for exemption.

I will marry Miss Wan in March, and I sincerely invite you to come and visit me."

"No need, we are not familiar with each other." Shen Xiaoye cursed inwardly: evil feudal society.

Then, without saying anything more to the two people blocking the door, she swiftly and quickly chopped them with her palms. The two people subconsciously stepped back, just making way for her.

Yang Xun saw her going to the counter, raised his eyebrows, and smiled meaningfully: "You are just a commoner."

Then he and Geng Shiyong left, and only said after getting on the carriage: "Uncle, I recently found out that her family dyed and sold cloth, but they didn't pay taxes to the government."

"No hurry. Let me write a letter to my classmate." As a juren who passed the imperial examination in the capital, Geng Shiyong had quite a few connections, and the literary tradition in the north had not yet been restored, so there were very few cases of people snatching away their fame.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to get out of the lawsuit so quickly. Now it seems that being moved to the north by the court has its benefits.

Shen Xiaoye, who had just started a conversation with the restaurant owner, didn't know that someone was secretly doing something. She asked in disbelief, "Why did you quit?"

"He made a mistake in his accounting, and the boss is kind enough not to pursue the matter." The shopkeeper said impatiently, "Young lady, please go ahead. I'm very busy here."

As he spoke, he greeted the customer who came in and said with a smile on his face, "Mr. Zhang, please come in..."

Shen Xiaoye had no choice but to leave and found her uncle eating noodles at the corner of the street. "We have to go to the grocery store."

"I've just made the noodles. Let's eat them first." Actually, my uncle didn't want to go.

But when he heard Xiao Ye say that his elder brother was fired, he ate his noodles faster.

A quarter of an hour later, the two found Baiji Grocery Store in West City.

As a result, when Bai, who was watching the store, saw them, his face immediately turned cold, "What's the matter?"

It was because of them that my husband was targeted and lost his job as an accountant. In the past two days, some thugs came to cause trouble. My father and husband invited the patrol officers to dinner today, hoping to deter the troublemakers.

"Sister-in-law, I have something to talk to my brother about." Shen Changshou smiled faintly, thinking that the Bai family was becoming more and more unfriendly to relatives. No wonder his uncle and aunt always wanted to live in the capital.

Bai squinted at them and said, "Not here."

"Hello, Aunt Bai. I'm here to settle the bill for cloth." Since the other party was impolite, Shen Xiaoye didn't show any mercy.

Hearing this, Bai's ruddy face instantly turned pale: "You dare to mention cloth? The fifty pieces of cloth Hui brought back were all untied, and the buyer almost returned the goods."

"That means you sold it at a low price, but it's a pity to waste such good dye. You have to wrap it with cloth of the same color every time after dyeing." Shen Xiaoye knew best that there was no problem with her cloth, otherwise she would have returned it to Master Wu Qi long ago.

Bai was startled: "Your cloth is all wrapped?"