After fleeing famine, I have thousands of acres of fertile land

After hearing this, Ye Qing felt a little shaken, but she quickly adjusted herself. She believed that dried sweet potatoes could help her make money.

The two men drove the ox cart back to the workshop. They stopped making dried sweet potatoes for the time being and transferred the two newly hired people to make vermicelli.

Since the dried sweet potatoes were not sold, Ye Qing had to put them aside for the time being and concentrate on making vermicelli.

The family saw many people coming and going at the workshop door to get goods, and thought everything was going well.

Ye Qing is not someone who brings his emotions home and is always happy at home.

"Dad, why do you eat so little? You seem to be feeling unwell." Ye Dalang looked at Ye Lao Da who only drank some porridge and was worried about his health.

Everyone in the family looked at Boss Ye. Mrs. Li touched Boss Ye's forehead and found that he did not have a fever.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm in good health." Boss Ye quickly explained.

Old Man Ye looked at his eldest son with worry in his eyes.

"Did Dad encounter any trouble when he was selling charcoal?" Ye Qing continued to ask.

"Alas, the charcoal business was booming last year, but this year we didn't control the quantity and burned too much." Boss Ye is in charge of sales and is under a lot of pressure now.

"Dad, it's still a long time before the New Year, don't worry." Ye Qing comforted Ye Lao Da.

Mrs. Li and Old Man Ye were relieved because the charcoal came from the village and could be sold slowly.

Boss Ye calculated the time in his mind and felt relieved that he could sell a large batch before the New Year.

Half a month later, only 200 kilograms of Ye Qing's dried sweet potatoes were sold to Weixiang Pavilion each month, and the rest had to be kept in the warehouse.

Ye Qing didn't go to see the charcoal business on the mountain. It was already done, so she didn't want to cause trouble.

But human nature is unpredictable. Last year, the Liu Bao brothers, who had to rely on protection fees for a living, started selling charcoal. After they realized that too much charcoal was burned in the village, they began to lower the price.

"Qingya, grandpa asked me to call you. Everyone is in the meeting room." The headman's grandson stood breathlessly at the door of Ye's house.

"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" Ye Qing had just finished lunch and wanted to come back and take a nap.

"I don't know either. Just let me call you. There are a lot of people over there."

Ye Qing combed his hair again and quickly went to the meeting room.

The conference room was full of people, with people from Kaoshan Village occupying more than half of the seats, and Liu Bao and a few others sitting in the other half.

Ye Qing arrived at the conference room and sat down next to Boss Ye without saying much.

A few more people came in, and when everyone was present, the two sides officially began to negotiate the price.

Boss Ye spoke first, "What is the main reason for you to come here today?"

"Uncle Ye, business is not good this year. Can you lower the price a bit? There are several more charcoal sellers in the city, and we don't make much profit." Liu Bao was begging for mercy.

"We know about this. The caravan coming is from the provincial capital. Don't worry, it won't affect you." Boss Ye had just finished having dinner with Shopkeeper Zheng. They had made an agreement last year. Shopkeeper Zheng is in the high-end market, and they are in the mid- and low-end market.

"Don't be too absolute. Brothers also have to support their families. No one will be willing to do this if they can't make money." Liu Bao looked threatening.

The villagers are not afraid of him. They have met many evil people, but there are only a few of them here.

Ye Dalang looked at the village elders in silence, then glanced at Ye Qing, who nodded in response.

Ye Dalang was encouraged and spoke with more confidence. "The price our village offers is already very low. The cost of the trees and the labor is all part of the cost. The village also needs to make some money."

The head of the village looked at Ye Dalang with appreciation. This child was very clever. There were some things that were not suitable for them to say, but as a peer, Ye Dalang was very suitable to say them.

Liu Bao has already found out that the village has burned a lot of charcoal this year, and only he and Ji Cun are helping to sell the charcoal.

As long as they don't come to buy charcoal to sell, the charcoal in the mountain village can only be piled up in the charcoal shed.

"Uncle Ye, it's not that we brothers want to lower the price, but our family is in real difficulty. Not many people are willing to buy, so we have no choice but to ask you for help." Liu Bao said this fearlessly, as he was sure that Kaoshan Village would make concessions.

The village head glanced at Ye Qing, who shook his head slightly. Others in the village were also reluctant, so the village head made the decision directly.

"We understand that you have difficulties, but our village will not make money if we continue to let it go. We cannot do business that loses money."

Liu Bao looked at the village head's firm attitude, stood up and said, "My brothers have something to do recently, so don't take the charcoal for now."

Then he took his men away and really didn't bring any coal.

"You bastards, you're taking advantage of someone's misfortune." The head of the Wang family slammed the table in anger.

Several other people also agreed, saying that charcoal was the village's business, and if they earned less, the villagers would get less.

"Qingya, what do you think?" The head of the village turned to look at Ye Qing who was thinking with his head down.

"Grandpa Lizheng, this exposes a big problem. There are only two people in our village who come to purchase goods. It's easy to be strangled."

Everyone is aware of this problem, and the groups of people selling charcoal on Liu Bao and Jicun are different, so there is no competition.

If Liu Bao were to act more ruthlessly and join forces with Ji Cun to lower the price, the situation they would face would be even more severe.

"Dalang, go to Ji Village. You are Ji Village's son-in-law, so your words carry more weight. We will provide them with charcoal and let them sell it." The head of the village instructed Ye Dalang. Originally, he was concerned about Liu Bao's brothers and only provided broken charcoal to Ji Village.

Ye Dalang also thought of this, so he quickly got up and went out, driving the ox cart to Ji Village.

The rest of the people continued to think of a solution, "Qingya, what is your reason for not agreeing to lower the price?"

"Grandpa Lizheng, if we open this door, Liu Bao will come to control us every few days."

Others thought about this and the more they thought about it, the more it made sense.

When it was time for lunch, everyone went back to eat and continued the discussion in the afternoon.

The head of Ji Village came over with the young men from the village in a bullock cart. "Ye Lizheng, our village has wanted to sell charcoal for a long time. We finally have the chance. Let's take two carts first."

"Xu Lizheng, just go ahead and pull the goods. I'll give you as much as you want." Ye Lizheng enthusiastically asked someone to take the goods.

Although two cars are not many, it is good for the current situation.

After the people from Ji Village left, the atmosphere in the meeting room became much more relaxed.

Everyone was in a mood to think of a solution, but they didn't know many people, so there were no good ideas.

"Qingya, do you have any good ideas?"

Ye Qing had an idea, but it was still immature. "Grandpa Lizheng, we burn a lot of charcoal. Even if the price is reduced, Wu'an City may not be able to afford it."

After everyone thought about it carefully, it seemed to be the case.

Ye Qing continued, "If the caravans from the prefectural city can come, we can also go out. We just need to go north and earn more."

This idea is the most reliable at the moment, but once they get there, they are unfamiliar with the place and are afraid they won’t be able to sell the products.

Everyone has different opinions and no one can make a decision for the time being. We can only wait and see the sales situation of Jicun.

A few days later, Ji Village still produced two truckloads of charcoal every day, which did not help much for the village's inventory.

The Liu Bao brothers have always been keeping an eye on Kaoshan Village. Whenever Ji Cun goes to Wu'an City to sell charcoal, they will cause trouble and no one dares to buy from him.