"Nonsense, Sister Jiang is so beautiful, Brother Su must like Sister Jiang."

"Daquan, how old are you? Do you know what liking is?"

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What are the children discussing?

Jiang Zhiluo heard a few words and couldn't help but smile. Children are really childish, and there are many who don't understand enough.

Also, people in the village are very busy, and there are no entertainment programs on weekdays. If someone in the village has something new, within a day, the whole village will know about it.

If adults don't pay attention to what they say in front of children, children will naturally listen to it and remember it in their hearts.

Along the way to the town, there are some fields that are somewhat abandoned or overgrown with weeds.

Jiang Zhiluo couldn't help but ask: "Mom, are these fields the land of our village?"

Mrs. Cui shook her head and said: "These fields are relatively poor. Regardless of whether they grow vegetables or grains, the yield is relatively low. They may be busy for a whole year. When the autumn harvest comes, they will only harvest a little more grain, which is very uneconomical."

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"These are all unsold lands by the yamen. The land in our village is to the east of the village and in front and back. Some are high-quality fields and some are medium-sized fields."

"The first-class fields are those with high grain yields. The middle-class fields are okay, but this kind of bad field is not economical to work on for a whole year."

Based on the memory in her mind, Jiang Zhiluo knew that the tax on land and food nowadays is relatively low, and it would be cost-effective to buy land to grow food.

She has space and doesn't have to worry about food production.

As long as the things unearthed in space are planted in fields outside, both seeds and crops will have strong adaptability to the land environment.

Moreover, if you use water mixed with spiritual spring water to irrigate the ground, it can improve the quality of the soil and turn bad fields into high-quality fields.

Jiang Zhiluo searched the memories in her mind and said, "Mom, does the top-grade farmland here cost five or six taels of silver per acre?"

Mrs. Cui said: "We are close to the dock in the town, and the land is more expensive. An acre of good-quality land costs six taels of silver, and an acre of medium-sized land costs 40 taels of silver."

Mrs. Cui gave up the idea of ​​buying land when she thought that farmland was so expensive.

She also wanted to buy a field, but she didn't have any money and didn't even dare to think about buying a field.

The family only has one acre of land, so they can only plant it first.

Land reclaimed from wasteland is different from real fertile land.

They can only plant but cannot buy or sell, which means the land does not belong to them.

But the fertility of the reclaimed land is pretty good and much better than the bad fields. At least it can grow food and the yield is pretty good.

Jiang Zhiluo knew that the Cui family could only use the one acre of land they had reclaimed.

And it took a lot of effort to open up wasteland.

This place is imaginary in ancient times, farming tools are simple, and land reclamation is not as easy as it was in the technological age.

That one acre of land is simply not enough to grow some food.

This is a cold northern land, and most farmers grow winter wheat.

Even the Cui family's acre of land is planted with half an acre of winter wheat. When spring comes, Mrs. Cui also plans to plant some peanuts, corn, red beans, mung beans, and some vegetables.

After much calculation, one acre of land is not enough, so we can only save some.

It's February now. After the rains in March and April, it's time for spring plowing and planting.

Jiang Zhiluo naturally wanted to take advantage of this time to buy more fields so that she could plant something.

It's better than buying.

Even if the time comes, it will be cost-effective to hire people to work in the fields.

The labor force at this time was relatively low. Everyone went to work at the dock. After a whole day of hard work, they might only earn twenty or thirty cents. It was still the hardest work.

If you are in a village, you can ask villagers to help you build a house. Most of them will not pay you any wages. You will just find people to work during slack periods and take care of the food.

It's not a good meal either.

Jiang Zhiluo did the math in her mind and wanted to buy a field more and more.

"Mom, how much does this kind of land cost per acre?"

Mrs. Cui was stunned for a moment, looked at Jiang Zhiluo, and then explained: "It seems that one acre of land costs two taels of silver, but most of it is rocky sand. Two taels of silver is a bit expensive, if it is not close to the dock in the town.

, the price is not that expensive.”

Jiang Zhiluo knew it well.

She is not afraid of sand or rocks.

In fact, sandy land is suitable for growing grapes, watermelons and other fruits, as well as peanuts and yams.

There are not as many types of fruits in this era as there are in the technological era. Fruits here are rare things.

Grapes and watermelons are extremely rare.

It would be very convenient if we could buy a few more acres of land to grow grapes and watermelons.

But if grapes and watermelons were grown here, they would be too conspicuous.

So Jiang Zhiluo still needs to think carefully about what to plant.

And first we need to get these fruit seeds.

But no matter what idea you have, you must first make money.

Just thinking about things on the way, Jiang Zhiluo and Mrs. Cui came to the town.

It was around eight or nine in the morning, and the pier was extremely lively. There were many people setting up stalls, and everyone was shouting.

At the edge of the pier, many ships docked, allowing people to carry goods.

There are many people coming and going.

Mrs. Cui had only set up a stall selling eggs and vegetables at the town market before, so she didn't have much experience.

She looked at it and said, "Zhiluo, let's go to the market in the town. There are a lot of people there."

Jiang Zhiluo shook her head and said, "Mom, let's try it here first."

Jiang Zhiluo walked with a basket in her hand and shouted: "They are selling brown sugar. They are selling brown sugar. Does anyone want brown sugar?"

"Brown sugar nourishes the body. Women drink qi and blood to improve their health..."

Jiang Zhiluo's voice was clear and loud, and when she shouted on the busy pier, it was different from the voices of some vendors, and it seemed particularly unique and pleasant.

Mrs. Cui was stunned.

She followed Jiang Zhiluo, and because of her thin skin, her face turned red when everyone looked at her.

Her hands gently rubbed her clothes uneasily.

Before Mrs. Cui came to the market to sell eggs, she had been mentally prepared for a long time before coming.

But even so, setting up a stall to sell things means just sitting there and talking when someone comes to ask, but no one comes to ask and she doesn't speak.

So much so that even if she sets up a stall to sell eggs, she may have to sit there all day long. Sometimes, even if she stays all day, she may not be able to sell a basket of eggs.

Later, when Mrs. Cui was ill, it was Cui Hejin who went to town.

Probably because Mr. Cui Hejin is so unparalleled in the world, he doesn't have to say anything, and people rush to buy things, so that everything is easy to sell.

"Is there anyone who sells brown sugar?"

"Really selling brown sugar?"

The women heard brown sugar at the tip of their ears. They were afraid that they heard it wrong. After hearing it twice, someone ran to Jiang Zhiluo and said, "Girl, do you really have brown sugar here?"

"How is the brown sugar in your hand? Can we take a look?"

Jiang Zhiluo opened the cloth on the basket, revealing a little brown sugar, took out a piece and put it in her hand for everyone to see.
Chapter completed!