The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

After completing the formalities at Xu Lizheng's house, Wen Qingcheng and her family bid farewell to their third uncle and walked home. From a distance, they saw a horse-drawn carriage near her house.

The people in the carriage were asking something with their neighbors. When they saw Wen Qingcheng coming, they pointed at her. The people in the carriage looked over here, and Wen Qingcheng recognized him at a glance as the waiter from the county restaurant.

I walked over quickly, surprised that he would come to me so soon.

"Girl, our chef made the black fungus fried with walnuts that you mentioned. The shopkeeper and his friends all said it was delicious after eating it. He also fried it with several other dishes. Every dish was delicious. So our shopkeeper asked me to come to you to buy some black fungus."

"Can you decide on the price?" Wen Qingcheng asked.

"Yes, please quote a price first."

The villagers on the side stared at the two of them, and Wen Qingcheng hurriedly asked the waiter to go home and sit down to talk.

When I got home, the waiter came straight to the point, "How many fungus do you have here?"

"We do have black fungus, not just our family. From what I know, there are at least 40 kilograms of dried black fungus in total." Wen Qingcheng also wants every villager to make money.

"If we can reach a long-term cooperation, how much will the purchase price be?"

"This kind of dried fungus is light in weight and can be sold at 20 wen per pound."

"20 cents is so expensive? This thing doesn't cost you much, it's all grown naturally. Can you make it cheaper?"

“Although it’s not artificially grown, it grows deep in the mountains, so picking it manually is quite labor-intensive.”

The waiter thought for a moment and added, "20 cents is fine, but we have to sign an agreement to only supply to our restaurant."

"This..." Wen Qingcheng was a little troubled. Although she didn't make money by selling fungus, and she wouldn't make a living from it in the future, it was not just her own goods. She could guarantee to supply only to him, but what about the other villagers? Unless...

"That's no problem for me. I'll go get our neighbors and ask them to bring their own fungus. I'll ask them what they think. If they're willing to sign, I'll charge them 20 taels. If they're not willing to sign, we can negotiate the price."

Wen Qingcheng made up her mind and asked Zicheng and Ye Xiuying to find a few familiar families, including her third uncle's son Wen Zhuo.

When the villagers heard that there was money to be made, they quickly came with the wood ears they had picked. Wen Qingcheng told everyone about the situation, and they all agreed. They also wanted to give all the goods to Wen Qingcheng in the future, and then he would share the profits with them after selling them.

Wen Qingcheng held her forehead with her hand. She didn't want to be a supplier, so she refused outright and turned to look at her third uncle's son Wen Zhuo.

Third Uncle's family is quite prestigious in the Wen family and even in the entire Yueya Village. No one would object to Wen Zhuo taking on this task.

Wen Zhuo was also willing to take care of this matter. In addition to farming, he could earn extra income, and he was very happy.

Finally, Wen Zhuo signed an agreement with the waiter, and Wen Zhuo also reached an agreement with several villagers. They put their fingerprints on the agreement, handed over the money with one hand, and delivered the goods with the other.

After leaving the Wen family, several villagers were all happy, regretting that they had not brought back more fungus in the past two days. But they were also satisfied with being able to sell it for a dozen or twenty coins.

Yueya Village is not big, and the news that Wen Qingcheng sold black fungus had spread before the sun set. Everyone in the village couldn't wait to go to the mountain to pick black fungus.

At night, Ruan Sanlang came and Wen Qingcheng invited him in. Ruan Sanlang stood outside the courtyard gate and said, "No, it's too late. I came here to tell you something."

"what's up?"

"Do you remember I told you that your uncle and his men mysteriously went to the back mountain? This morning, my second brother saw them in a hurry, pushing a large cart covered with black cloth. I felt that something had happened, so I came to tell you."

Although Wen Qingcheng couldn't guess what the two families were doing, regardless of whether it had anything to do with her, it was always good to be on guard.

"I see. Thank you for the reminder, Third Brother."

The two were talking at the door when Chuyi poked his head out of the window, opened his mouth wide like a young bird waiting to be fed, and called out, "Madam, come here, Madam."

Ruan Sanlang looked inside and said, "I'm going home. Your husband is calling you."

After bidding farewell to Ruan Sanlang, Wen Qingcheng closed the door and walked back: "Here you come, call the soul."

In the dim moonlight, Chu Yi curled the corners of his lips slightly. When Wen Qingcheng entered the room, he lay on the bed as if nothing had happened, playing by himself with an innocent look.

"What do you want me to do? Did you wet the bed?"

"No, hehe, I just wanted to call you." Chuyi raised his face with an expression that asked for a beating.

The two of them started fighting again, and as a "punishment" Wen Qingcheng coaxed him into giving him acupuncture. Judging from his pulse and tongue, the blood clot in Chuyi's brain should have dissipated, which made Wen Qingcheng very confident.

"Chuyi, I will definitely cure you, and then you can return to your home."

Chuyi was silent, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Wen Qingcheng saw that he didn't speak, so she nudged him with her elbow, "Why are you daydreaming? Please."

Chuyi put on a harmless smile again, and Wen Qingcheng smiled helplessly, "Silly, go to bed quickly."

......

The roosters crowed at dawn and the morning mist had just dissipated, but the mountain behind Crescent Village was very lively. Villagers came down from the mountain one after another, but they looked very depressed.

Just after breakfast, the courtyard gate was crowded with people. Everyone knew that Wen Qingcheng supplied black fungus to the county restaurant yesterday, and that Wen Qingcheng's family had applied for a residential plot to build a separate house.

Some of these people sold black fungus yesterday, while some hadn’t sold anything yet and wanted to join in. They rushed to the mountain this morning, but things went against their wishes.

Originally, the trees on the mountain were full of this kind of wild black fungus, but when they went up the mountain today, they were dumbfounded. All the fungus had been picked, and some of them walked deeper into the mountain unwillingly, and only a few wild fungus were left along the way.

Those who had never sold black fungus and those who had sold black fungus yesterday were all dumbfounded. Everyone gathered together and someone in the crowd said, "Who will tell us how to make real money? I'm afraid it was picked up overnight."

Only then did they all rush to Wen Qingcheng's house to ask for an explanation.

"Even if you don't want everyone to make money, you don't have to be so extreme."

"I went up the mountain so early in the morning that I didn't even have time to cook breakfast. I didn't collect anything. There were still a lot when I went there the day before yesterday."

"She not only doesn't allow us to pick them, but also pretends that everyone can go pick them and eat them, and she also wants us to sell them. Isn't this just fooling us? She's taking all the good people away from her."

"Sister Feng, you can't say that. Qingcheng is not that kind of person. You should ask first."

The person who was speaking was Hu Zi's mother, Li Hongxiu, the daughter-in-law of the Zhao family. Wen Qingcheng had used the Heimlich maneuver to save Hu Zi, so she was always grateful to Wen Qingcheng. Although she knew that everyone was very excited and angry now, she still helped Wen Qingcheng speak.