We have separated, what does it have to do with me if my husband's family eats bran?

After Mr. Chen San left, Cheng Yue picked up the silver ingot and roared in his heart, hoping that there would be more customers who would directly throw money like this!

"Mom, how much silver is this?" Chen Lin stared blankly at the silver in Cheng Yue's hand and wanted to touch it.

Cheng Yue weighed it with her hand, "It should be ten taels."

A modern catty is ten taels, and in ancient times a catty was sixteen taels. That's how the term "half a catty and eight taels" came about. She knew this common sense.

This silver ingot doesn't feel as heavy as a pound in my hand, otherwise it could kill someone.

Chen Tong exclaimed, "Oh my god! This Mr. Chen San is so rich! How could he be so willing to spend money like this?"

They now make fifty kilograms of noodles a day and make a net profit of about one or two taels of silver, which they think is incredible. Now this Mr. Chen San makes ten taels at a time, which is simply too terrible. She expressed her incomprehension.

Cheng Yue touched her head and said, "There are so many people in the world, there are poor families, there are rich families, there are people living all kinds of lives.

Rich people don’t understand why poor people have to eat coarse food, and poor people can’t imagine how rich people spend money lavishly. "

It is not uncommon that people do not eat meat and poverty limits their imagination.

The three children seemed to understand, so Cheng Yue didn't continue. Some things were simply beyond her imagination.

Unless you stand at that height.

After selling the noodles, Cheng Yue went to Wu’s pork stall as usual. In addition to buying meat, she also brought a basket of braised food for her parents.

Just by smelling the food, Mr. Cheng and the others' appetite increased, and they couldn't help but sigh that their daughter's cooking skills were getting better and better.

The pork stall was busy with people coming and going, and there was no place to stay, so Cheng Yue said a few words to Cheng's father and left.

On the other side, Mr. Chen San was having dinner with his wife Qin Xiaoyun.

Qin Xiaoyun looked at the two plates of braised food and one plate of dim sum in front of him and had no appetite at all.

The pastries looked quite novel, and Qin Xiaoyun couldn't help but take a few more glances at them, but he still didn't feel like eating them.

There were also two plates of braised food, which smelled delicious, but one of them was black and didn't taste very good. She didn't know where her husband bought it from.

Qin Xiaoyun frowned, looked up and saw Mr. Chen San's expectant eyes. He had no way to refuse his good intentions, so he could only pick up his chopsticks.

Mr. Chen smiled happily and pushed the black plate of duck forward, "Madam, try this."

Cheng Yue said that it has a sweet and spicy taste, and she is sure that the lady will like it.

Qin Xiaoyun had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up a piece of duck leg meat and put it into his mouth resignedly. If it tasted bad, he could just spit it out.

"Wow~ So spicy! So spicy!" Qin Xiaoyun's face flushed red, and he felt the sweet and spicy taste rushing straight to the top of his head, which was both spicy and satisfying.

Mr. Chen San was expectantly waiting for Qin Xiaoyun's reaction, but now he saw her staring and breathing heavily. He was startled and quickly handed her a glass of water and said, "I don't want to eat anymore."

As he spoke, he asked the servants to take the duck off the table.

Qin Xiaoyun was so spicy that she couldn't speak. She could only shake her head and brought the plate in front of her to protect it. Who said she didn't want to eat it?

Uncle Chen San came to his senses and was extremely happy. "Don't take it away, don't take it away. Just eat it slowly if it's spicy."

Qin Xiaoyun smiled and picked up some bean curd sheets to eat. The more she ate, the brighter her eyes became. She hadn't had such a big appetite in a long time.

I couldn't stand the spicy braised food after eating it, so I quickly picked up the cold rice porridge next to me to drink, which was really comfortable.

At the end of the meal, I felt like something was missing in my mouth. I looked at the round, white and plump snack in front of me, picked up a piece and took a bite.

It's a bit like shortbread, but sweeter and softer than shortbread. I really don't know what it's made of.

Uncle Chen San looked at Qin Xiaoyun eating with relish, happier than himself, and thought about what kind of thank-you gift he would prepare for Cheng Yue.

Cheng Yue didn’t know about these things. After returning home and having lunch, she still had to collect sweet potato noodles in the village.

Now 50 kilograms are used every day, and Zhao Xiangxiu's more than 300 kilograms will not be used up in a few days. Now that the business is stable, she has to stock up more in advance.

Cheng Yue went to the headman's house first. Last time, Zhang Dashan and his brother had already told their family that Cheng Yue was going to do business, so the headman and his family were not surprised, but rather somewhat happy.

The old Chen family split up at this time, and he was originally worried about how Chen An's family would survive. He didn't expect that Cheng Yue would pick herself up so quickly and start a business.

Is there any woman in the whole village who is so decisive and promising?

The fact that people are coming to buy sweet potato noodles means that the business is doing well. The head of the village waved his hand and asked Zhang Dashan to sell more than 500 kilograms of sweet potato noodles to Cheng Yue.

These more than 500 kilograms are all dried sweet potatoes, which need to be ground into flour. Feng, Zhang Dashan's wife Qian Yulan, and Zhang Dajiang's wife Wang Chunmei all came out to help.

After leaving the headman's house, Cheng Yue went to Liu Chunlai's house. These were all people with whom she had a good relationship, so she would naturally give them priority when she had any problems.

Liu Chunlai's family doesn't grow many sweet potatoes. Apart from the ones they eat on a daily basis, they only produce about 200 kilograms.

Cheng Yue never refuses anyone, no matter how much.

Finally, Cheng Yue went to see Aunt Li and Aunt Zhou, who were both people who had a bad relationship with her evil mother-in-law, Zhao, and who had spoken up for her on the day she first arrived.

After notifying these people, Cheng Yue went home. She believed that after a while everyone in the village would know that she was collecting sweet potato noodles, so there was no need to notify everyone door to door.

The three families of Liu Chunlai, Aunt Li, and Aunt Zhou, two lived next door to Zhao's house, and one lived behind Zhao's house. The three families happily carried dried sweet potatoes to the stone mill to grind flour.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to tell the Zhao family.

Li Manying leaned against the gate and ate melon seeds, watching as more and more women from the village gathered and all headed for the stone mill in the center of the village. She wondered, "It's really strange. Why are they all grinding flour when it's so lively?"

Could it be that there was some good news? But thinking about it, it was impossible. What good thing in the village was there that she didn't know about?

"Hey! Why are you all running to grind flour?" Li Manying felt that the melon seeds in her hand smelled fragrant, so she shouted to the crowd.

As expected, no one paid attention to her. Everyone was busy grinding flour. Who had time to pay attention to her? Even if I had time to see her, I would not bother to reply to her. She was so arrogant at ordinary times, why should I tell her the good news?

Besides, the sweet potato noodles were collected by Cheng Yue. If Cheng Yue wanted to collect the Chen family’s goods, she would have notified them herself. Since she didn’t say anything, it meant that she didn’t want to collect them.

The villagers are simple and honest people, but they are not stupid. They will understand after thinking about it, and no one wants to say anything more.

Zhao heard Li Manying calling out and came out of the house, saying in dissatisfaction: "Why are you yelling? Have you fed the chickens? Have you fed the pigs? If you have nothing to do, go walk around in the fields!"

The eldest brother's wife is incredibly lazy. She won't move unless told to. She has no sense of life at all. If it weren't for the sake of her two grandchildren, the eldest brother would have divorced her long ago.

Especially since the division of the family, Zhao became more and more dissatisfied with Li Manying. In the past, the second son's wife was so diligent that she knew how to prepare the footbath water as soon as she sat down.

Looking at the eldest son’s wife again, I became more and more angry. There are so many things to do at home, how could she not be able to do them?

Li Manying secretly rolled her eyes and curled her lips, "It has been done a long time ago. Isn't it because everyone in the village rushed to the stone mill that I was wondering and asked!"

The old woman would order her around all day long, and she would lie in the house pretending to be dead. She really thought she was a rich old lady, and she was dreaming every day before it even got dark!