I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

"We went to Qingfeng Restaurant first. The owner was a smiling tiger. He said he didn't need it before Aning could even speak."

"and then?"

“Then we were kicked out.”

"..."

"Get to the point, you bastard!"

Song Dashan hit his son on the head. He didn't know who he took after, but his second son seemed to be stupid.

"Hey, let me keep you in suspense. We arrived at Zuixianlou, and Aning said..."

Song Nian was spitting all over the place, and the two old men also understood what was going on.

"That egg, is it pickled by Aning? Are they duck eggs?"

"Yes, this girl loves to study food. She can make ordinary multi-grain pancakes into something special."

As they were talking, Song Anning came back from shopping and heard a few people talking about preserved eggs. She also continued the topic and said:

"I was just about to tell Grandpa about this. Mom is sick again, and I can't pickle so many duck eggs by myself.

The preserved eggs will first be given to Grandpa's family, Second Uncle's family, and Second Grandfather's family. If our own family is too busy, we will find a few more reliable families."

"No."

Song Erhe was the first to object. Although they were a family, these preserved eggs were the only ones in the town, and they cost a lot of money, but the silly girl Aning gave them away for nothing.

"Then I'll take 10% of it. I don't have to do anything, and I'll get 10% for free. How great is that?"

"Fifty percent!"

"You can think of us in such a matter, which is your filial piety."

"Twenty percent, I don't want more than that."

"Thirty percent! Your mother is still sick, and the family needs money everywhere. It can't be any less."

Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren were arguing fiercely in the carriage, only Song Zeyuan was sucking on a candied haws and kicking his feet happily.

What are Grandpa and the others talking about? What's the "percentage"? His sister just bought a thousand-layer cake. Is she arguing about how many layers it has?

"Twenty percent, I only want twenty percent. I have other income, so don't worry about me."

She planned to buy the chili oil from the mall first, and not let anyone know the recipe until a large number of chilies were grown.

The chili oil sold in the mall is 15 wen a bottle, but it is sold for more than 200 wen. He is definitely a profiteer.

"There are also peppers. These are seeds I found in the mountains. I have a lot of seedlings at home. Let's plant them first. When the peppers are ripe, let everyone in the village plant some. Then everyone can live a better life."

In her previous life, she cultivated vegetable seedlings for sale, with good results. Instead of letting others get the pepper seeds and grow them, it would be better to let the villagers plant them first.

After all, 90% of the families in the entire Banyue Village are good people, so it is not impossible to help them all become rich.

"Okay, okay, I'll go back and harvest the duck eggs, and then plant half an acre of land to plant peppers."

"Then it's settled. Don't tell anyone about this in advance. Let's gather at Grandpa's house tomorrow. I'll teach you how to pickle preserved eggs. Prepare some wood ash and alkali."

She was relieved about the two old men, but as for her second uncle, he was just like her own father, with a simple mind but strong limbs. He didn't have enough IQ to understand what others said.

"Don't worry, Aning. No one else knows the recipe except me and your second grandmother."

The three of them made promises one by one. The more they looked at the duck eggs in front of them, the cuter they became. They couldn't wait to hold the duck eggs and kiss them.

The horse carriage was much faster than the ox cart. It took only a cup of tea to reach the entrance of Banyue Village.

Hundreds of people gathered under the big banyan tree. Upon closer inspection, they were the group that had returned from selling bamboo shoots, and they brought their families with them.

"Aning, Aning is back!"

Seeing this, several people felt it was inconvenient to stay in the car, so they simply got off and asked the driver to stop and rest.

"Sixth Grandma, what are you doing?"

As soon as I jumped off the car, an old woman came to me crying and bowing, "Aning, Sixth Grandma, thank you. You helped sell these two hundred kilograms of bamboo shoots at home. I don't know how to thank you.

Here are ten eggs, take them home and eat them."

"Aning, don't you like eating chicken? My old hen is freshly killed!"

Ah Qingniang emerged from the crowd, holding a hen that was still dripping with blood.

"..."

"Don't pay me back the few dozen coins you owe me. I've already torn up the IOU."

"..."

They had sincere expressions on their faces. Wen stood at the back of the crowd, holding two pieces of floral cloth with a bit of embarrassment. She also went to the town today. She lost the competition that day, but she still felt a bit unconvinced.

Until today, Song An Ning was able to put aside past grudges and sell her bamboo shoots together...

Damn her! For a little girl to have such a broad mind, what she did was really shameful.

Help, she has social anxiety, Second Grandpa, help...

Song An Ning looked at Song Erhe for help. She was not very talkative when encountering such a thing.

"Ahem, ahem, let me say a few words."

"A Ning helped us sell bamboo shoots today. We should all remember this kindness. Ah Qing's mother, take the chicken home and stew it for Ah Qing to nourish her body.

There is also the matter of Aning owing debt. She had done something wrong before, and it is only natural that she should pay back the debt.

Aning has something else to do, so let's all go home. After we sell the bamboo shoots, we can all have a good meal."

Song Erhe's words were powerful and he sent everyone away with just a few words. They looked back every few steps and returned home reluctantly.

Song Dashan and his companions also went back to their respective homes. When Song An Ning arrived home, A Yue was sitting on the stone bench at the door, waiting obediently.

Today, little A Yue is wearing a pink new dress, with two little buns on her head, and her big eyes are blinking, she is so adorable.

"Ayue, sister is back."

Song An Ning handed her a string of candied haws, picked up the child and walked into the yard.

The coachman stopped the carriage at the door and looked at the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain. It was poor, really poor, but the little girl from the Song family could cooperate with Zuixianju, so she would probably not have to worry about money in the future.

"Ayuan, sister bought so many little gadgets, take Ayue to share them."

The two little ones gathered around the basket with great interest. She asked Xiangxiang to buy fifteen barrels of chili oil and two hundred and thirty preserved eggs from the mall, and put them in two baskets and take them out.

"Uncle, wait a minute. I still have some chili peppers at home. I'll pick them all for you to take back. The chef at the restaurant knows how to use them and how much to use them. Just take them back."

The driver's face lit up with joy. Before leaving, the shopkeeper told him to bring back some chili peppers. Miss Song was so thoughtful that she had prepared everything for him.

He went back to the house again, took two baskets of peppers and loaded them onto the cart. The driver took out a five-liang silver ingot and a large string of copper coins.

"Miss, here are six taels of silver, please count them."

A pound of chili peppers costs 15 cents, and a pound of chili peppers costs 20 cents. I roughly calculated that this is the price.

"Uncle, come into the yard and have a rest and drink some water."

Song An Ning picked up a handful of copper coins and put them in the driver's hand. In her past and present lives, she knew how to protect the little people. Sometimes a word from a little person could easily ruin a business.

"Oh, how can I not be so polite..."

The driver smiled brightly and said sorry, but he honestly put the copper coins into his pocket. The wrinkles on his face piled up together like an old chrysanthemum.

"I won't stay any longer. The shopkeeper is waiting. We'll see you later."

After sending off the coachman from Zuixianlou, Song Anning deposited the money into the system and asked Xiangxiang to buy twenty bottles of chili oil, repackage them and put them in her backpack, preparing to make lunch.