In the book, I was fed by my sister

On the way back, Song Li met a group of people including Wang Guifang. They were holding baskets of freshly washed clothes, with water dripping onto the ground.

As soon as Wang Guifang saw Song Li, she shouted in a shrill voice: "Little girl, are you looking for your sister Liubai? She is washing clothes by the river."

Upon hearing this, several aunts burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Guifang, you are really talkative."

Ever since the matchmaker came to propose marriage, her sister has gained a new nickname - Song Liubai.

There was sarcasm in his words, and Song Ran opened his mouth loudly.

Song Li looked at the backs of these gossipers coldly, and she felt bad. She knew clearly that these aunts were gossiping about more than that. They talked about their family affairs, about the arrogance of their elder sister, and even about their own little schemes.

She gently stretched out her fingers, and a trace of supernatural power was quietly released. Although it was weak, it was enough to cause pain to others.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

The sounds of falling came one after another.

With a few screams, Wang Guifang and others fell to the ground one after another.

Wang Guifang screamed even more miserably. She spat out the blood in her mouth and found half a broken tooth in it.

She sat on the ground in a mess, groaning in pain: "Damn it, why is there such a long grass on the road?"

Seeing that everyone had fallen, Song Li felt relieved and jumped to find her sister.

In fact, she hadn't found a chance to teach Bai Xiuwen, the source of the whole thing, a lesson. This man was as slippery as a fish, and soon he could no longer be smelled in the village.

She came to the laundry place in the bamboo forest and saw her elder sister squatting on a stone plate washing clothes. She told her elder sister about what happened to her today regarding the county magistrate.

"County magistrate?" Song Ran asked in surprise, "What is he doing in Lihua Village?"

"It's said to be a survey of the people's sentiments."

Song Ran nodded thoughtfully: "I guess he will come to check the crops soon. He has just taken office, and the harvest must be worthy of last year's large number."

"By the way, sister, I also talked to him about Barley."

"What did he say?"

"He mentioned 'pardon for disasters'."

"Pardon for all disasters?" Song Ran frowned slightly, "What does this mean?"

"It's similar to what Sister Xiaoxiao said about self-defense."

Song Ran breathed a sigh of relief, "It looks like there is hope."

She wrung out the clothes and put them in the basin, then stood up and said, "Okay, let's go back and make lunch."

When the two walked not far from their home, they saw a young servant in a cotton and linen gown standing at the door and knocking.

"Is anyone home?"

The servant's voice reached their ears.

Song Li trotted forward and smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar smell. "Who are you?"

"Little girl, is your parents home?"

Song Li recognized that this person was the one who had delivered money to their family before, and she quickly waved to her sister behind her.

"Sister!"

Song Ran stepped forward quickly, "Who are you?" The two had met twice, but she had a deep impression of this boy, but she couldn't remember his name for the moment.

An Zi smiled and said, "Miss Song, you can just call me An Zi. I walked around the village and finally found your house. My housekeeper Wang asked me to come to your place to place an order."

"Order mushrooms?" Song Ran asked tentatively.

Anzi nodded, "Yes, can you let me take a look at the mushrooms you have grown?"

Although Song Ran hadn't figured out what was going on, her heart was beating fast. She felt that something good was about to happen, so she quickly opened the door and said, "Manager An, please come in!"

An Zi followed Song Ran into the courtyard, and Song Ran opened the door of a room.

As soon as Anzi stepped into the room, he felt an indescribable sultry atmosphere. When his eyes fell on the eight baskets placed in the room, his eyes immediately lit up.

He couldn't help but exclaimed: "There are so many!"

"It's easy to sell at the market, so I just want to give out more."

An Zi asked again: "How long will it take for this to mature?"

Song Ran thought for a moment and estimated, "About half a month."

"Okay! After half a month, I will pull two baskets here and take them away. From now on, I will send people to pull them every three days, and I will give you two silver ingots each time. Can you afford it?"

Song Ran was overwhelmed by the sudden good news. "I can supply... I can supply." She stammered. "This basket is quite a lot. I need two baskets each time. Can we finish them all? It will be a waste."

An Zi laughed: "Waste? That's an interesting word. If the master wants to eat but can't get it, he will be beaten. Do you still think it's a waste, young lady?"

"By the way, how many days can this thing be left on the road?"

Song Ran replied: "As long as it is kept in the bamboo basket and not taken out, it can last for seven or eight days."

Anzi nodded, showing his satisfaction. Before leaving, he left a message: "Miss Song, work hard, there may be bigger business in the future."

After everyone left, Song Ran took Xiaomei's hand and slowly sat down. "What did the manager say just now about the price of a basket? One or two taels of silver?"

"It means two ingots of silver each time."

"One ingot" can be more or less. At the least, it is one tael of silver, and at the most, it is twenty taels.

“How many baskets should I prepare?”

"From now on, we will distribute two baskets of mushrooms every two days to ensure that the supply of mushrooms can reach this amount."

"That's at least two taels of silver each time, a month... then we have to make twenty a month!"

"My dear, I am not dreaming, am I?"

Song Li scratched his head and looked at his sister chattering alone. Suddenly, he felt that the copper coins and silver coins buried in the yard were not enough.