Lao Dao saw no one around.

But he still has his mother-in-law and two daughters at home, spinning yarn in the house next door.

This is ready to be used as a shoulder bag.

In Laku Village, the county purchase station will buy this kind of handmade kuaobao with national characteristics at a high price.

Lao Dao yelled toward the back room, "Nami, Nagu! Everyone in the village went to help Luo screw up the pigsty."

Why didn’t you wink and quickly grab your hoe and scimitar and go over to help?”

"Abba! We are knitting bags!"

A crisp response came from the back room, "Amu's eyesight is not good. How can she weave when we leave?"

"Go away! Don't let me say it a second time."

Lao Dao's temper is obviously not very good,

I heard him sternly yell, "You two sisters, take your mother and go over together to help Luo cover the pig pen. Don't worry about me coming back until it's done!"

The two sisters Nagu and Nami are the daughters of Lao Dao, one is 16 and the other is 17.

But these two sisters never followed Namu, Nali and the others went crazy everywhere.

Instead, he hid at home spinning and weaving threads every day, busy knitting satchels and selling them for money.

So Luo Xuan has never seen them.

As soon as the old Taoist finished speaking, only the sound of the corridor was heard.

It turned out that the Nagu sisters and their mothers had already gone downstairs from another corridor.

Looking out from the second floor,

Only two graceful backs can be seen, but the rare wicker waist is rare.

It's a pity that people in this area prefer women who are thick and strong.

Because such a woman seems to be more fertile and able to work.

In Laku Village,

A woman who can only do housework and cannot do all the farm work is not a good wife.

"It's becoming more and more unruly and needs to be cleaned up!"

Lao Dao took a few puffs of water pipe and muttered something in his mouth.

No rules. Who doesn’t have rules?

Lao Dao, this is a pun!

Old Min is a ghost,

How could Lao Min not understand what Lao Dao said just now?

He chuckled and said, "Now is a new era, and the methods used in the feudal era are a bit unworkable."

Lao Min persuaded Lao Dao, "When your children are older, they all have their own ideas. Lao Dao, you can't always use the old ideas of the past to measure the new things now!"

"Tell me about the former leaders in the village who could beat and kill the mountain people at will; parents could beat and scold their children at will."

Old Min also laughed like a chicken thief, "Lao Dao, do you think it can still be done now?

The cadres and militiamen in the commune are not vegetarians either!

If anyone thinks that he can still cope with the current situation using the previous methods, then he should give it a try? See if you can give him a slap and shake him up?!"

When Lao Dao heard this, his whole body convulsed for no reason!

Lao Dao didn't recognize the word "zhen", and he could only half-recognize the word "press".

But when these two words are combined, the meaning they represent is not unfamiliar to Lao Dao.

Similar to his background, there are some leaders in other villages who have done many evil things and are full of evil deeds.

It's because of these two words

"Four-eyed dog, what are you talking about?"

Lao Dao smoked the hookah vigorously...

He sucked hard and quickly, "I'm talking about my two daughters who can't get married now. You idiot, where did you get with me?"

Lao Min chuckled, "Yeah, where did I go? Hey, Lao Dao, when you called us here today, could you be inviting us to a drink?"

Then let me tell you, your rice wine in the village belongs to Lao Dao, it is the best brewed and has the mellowest taste."

Lao Min swallowed his saliva,

While admiring, he said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I say, Lao Dao, don't be too polite, just give me five jars of rice wine. I won't be able to drink too much, and the stamina will be too strong."

"Get away. Five jars of rice wine. If this matter goes well, I will give you five jars!"

Lao Dao just smoked hookah and was in a hurry.

Lao Dao, who was a little drunk now, shook his head and asked, "First of all, how many cows are you going to buy?"

Lao Min refused to give in, "How about you first tell me how much a cow will cost?"

Lao Dao replied, "A three-year-old bull, 500 yuan! A three-year-old heifer. Well, I'll give you 600 yuan."

Lao Min shook his head, "Lao Dao, your knife is so sharp, are you preparing to kill me and Luo Xuan?"

Said,

Old Min rolled up his sleeves, revealing his dark, dirty, thin arms.

Stretching out in front of Lao Dao, "Come on, Lao Dao, look at it, how much blood can be released from my body?"

Lao Dao glared at him, "I can't beat Luo Xuan, it's possible.

But it’s not easy for me to hold the words in one hand and flatten you with only one hand?"

Lao Dao was angry, "I said, Lao Min, since Da Luo Xuan came, I found that your son's courage has also become fatter!

Do you think my knife really can’t bleed? Is the price for a 3-year-old calf excessive?”

Lao Min pouted, picked up the longan on the table, peeled the skin and ate the meat.

But he ignored Lao Dao's complaints.

When Lao Dao saw this,

He couldn't help but slow down his voice, "Let me tell you, Lao Min, we have known each other for more than a day or two. If you don't agree with the price I said, then you should agree to a different price."

A 3-year-old calf is at the time when it is full of energy, fat and strong.

Lao Dao’s price is actually not outrageous at all.

But Lao Min doesn't think so.

Just listen to him say, "Bulls are 380 yuan, cows are 450 yuan. One price, no counter-offering."

A cow weighs nearly a thousand pounds.

Buying a cow for 450 yuan, even if it is killed for meat, is equivalent to just over 50 cents per pound of beef.

(Must be peeled and gutted)

Lao Min really dares to pay back this price!

Lao Dao stood up and looked for something everywhere like a headless fly.

Old Min pointed to the wall, "Your knife is hanging there!"

"I said!"

Lao Dao scolded angrily, "Old Min, you are a bastard, you can't pretend to be a fool? I'll give you some glasses to show off your good looks, okay?"

Old Min laughed and said, "Anyway, how many cows do the people in the village have? I'm afraid they can't even figure it out themselves."

"They were all thrown on the mountain and left to fend for themselves. This year two fell to the ground, and next year one will fall to death."

Lao Min suppressed the smile in his heart,

He just kept shrugging his shoulders, "The people in the village did not waste a grain of grain to feed the cattle; secondly, they did not expend energy to take care of them."...

Lao Min warned Lao Dao, "They are all gifts given to them by the mountain gods for free.

Selling just one cow is enough for them to be as happy as gods this year. Don’t want to sell it? If he dares to say no! I won’t buy it yet.”

Lao Dao sighed,

Pointing weakly at Lao Min, "You're a rip-off! After all, you're from our village, so why are your elbows turned out?"

Old Min snorted, "Oh, co-writing Luo Xuan, isn't he a member of the Laku Production Team?"

Lao Dao snorted heavily, "There's always someone close or close, first come first, first served, right?"

Forget it, forget it, if I encounter a white-eyed wolf like you, I will admit defeat. Cows cost 400 yuan and bulls cost 320 yuan."

Lao Min nodded.
To be continued...