Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Life must go on.

Lin went home, washed her hands, and turned over the sausages that were drying in the yard. The surface of the sausages was already dry, and they would be almost ready to eat when Zhaozhao and his sister came back.

Shiro came back with red eyes, obviously very angry.

"How could Widow Qin do this? We were the ones who sold it first, why is she trying to steal our business?"

Young people have obviously not experienced the baptism of society.

Lin called him into the house and poured him a bowl of sugar water. He hadn't drunk any water all morning, so he needed some sugar to replenish his energy.

"There are at least ten villagers selling eggs at the city gate. If every one of them gets angry, isn't that asking for trouble?"

"That...that's different." Shiro immediately retorted.

Lin sat on the stool, pounded his legs, pointed to the bench and asked him to sit down.

"How is it different?"

Shiro racked his brains to think of how to express his anger.

"Everyone raises chickens and sells the eggs, so selling eggs is normal. But Widow Qin is stealing the business."

"Eggs can be eaten by themselves, not just sold."

Shiro's eyes widened. "Eggs are so expensive, of course they have to be converted into money."

After hammering, the soreness in his legs was relieved a lot. Lin put down the small dining table and started counting today's income while talking.

Lin counted the copper coins one by one and said slowly, "Look, whether it's eggs or pottery basins, the purpose is all for money, right?"

"Yes."

Count out one hundred and place them in a separate pile.

"If you were the owner of a brick kiln and found some leftover bricks that you could sell at a low price, would you be angry?"

"They didn't expect it, so why are you angry?"

Lin smiled and piled the one hundred copper coins she had just counted aside again.

"Because we are taking advantage of the brick kiln. We make money based on the fact that the brick kiln manager doesn't know. If they knew, do you think they would still sell to us at ten cents a cart?"

Shiro opened his mouth, then dropped his head in frustration.

“If the brick kiln knew we were selling it for money, they would definitely not sell it to us again.”

"So our business may seem good, but in fact we may run out of goods at any time. Compared to Widow Qin, this is our biggest crisis."

"Back to Widow Qin. There's a saying: If someone else can snatch your business away, it's not really a business." Lin paused. "We've only discovered a new business opportunity, not monopolized it. If we let someone else snatch our business away so easily, we should first reflect on our own problems and decide how to prevent others from taking our business away."

Silang bit his lip, digesting the meaning of his aunt's words.

Lin continued to count money, which meant that the ancient business model was solidified. If one were to follow the fierce competition among merchants in previous lives, he would probably have snatched away his business on the first day.

"Aunt San, I understand what you mean!" Silang's eyes sparkled.

"Tell me."

"Our business is good because of Third Uncle's repair skills. Even though it's a broken bowl, it looks intact after repair. But Widow Qin can't do that."

Lin's face showed appreciation: "You are right. This is our advantage. So what should we do?"

Si Lang clenched his fists and said, "I'll keep a close eye on Uncle San and prevent him from meeting Widow Qin."

......

Lin was speechless for a moment. This made sense.

"Besides your Third Uncle, we can also find ways to retain customers." Lin counted the remaining copper coins on the table and said, "You should think about this carefully when you go back. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's divide the money first."

This time, a total of 396 coins were sold, including 90 pottery bowls, 24 large pottery basins, and 36 small pots.

He counted out one hundred and fifty coins, which was the cost of repairs.

There were 246 wen left, which she and Silang each took half. After deducting the 50 wen she had advanced, Lin gave him 73 wen.

He then packed the money for the repair in a cloth bag and gave it to Silang.

I heard that Cui Chengliang gave half of the repair money to Silang last time, and this time Silang basically did the repairs alone. As for how to divide it, let the uncle and nephew figure it out.

Donghua came and called out, "Aunt San, the meal is ready, let's eat."

"coming."

Donghua knew that they were going into the city today, so she took the initiative to take on the task of cooking.

Lin put away the copper coins and went to the west room to eat.

When their brother and sister were away, Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi's relationship grew rapidly. Xiaoqi went to the fields to pick up stones and branches, and Xiaoliu also took the dog and chicken to go with him.

West of the village.

Widow Qin was tired as she unloaded the goods. Her daughter Liu Ye helped by moving her thin arms and legs, but her little hands could only hold three bowls at most.

"Hurry up and move, I'm in a hurry to go back for dinner."

He usually delivers goods everywhere. Other families either come out with their whole families to unload the goods or call on neighbors for help. Uncle Wang always curls his lips in frustration when he sees how long it takes for one person to unload the goods. Even the old ox keeps sweeping its tail, looking very impatient.

Widow Qin bit her lower lip in embarrassment and increased her speed.

If there had been a man in her family, she would not have been looked down upon like this. Last time, Silang of the Cui family had a full cart full of complete bowls and pots. When it was her turn to buy, the brick kiln worker only packed up the broken pieces. Even the old man driving the cart kept urging her to buy more.

I almost laughed my face off last time in front of Cui’s house.

She hated that her husband died early, hated that she didn't give birth to a son, and hated that Lin was occupying the toilet without doing anything.

Widow Qin put the bowl heavily on the ground.

It's just about making money. She will just sell more than Lin. She is much younger than Lin and has money. She doesn't believe that Cui Chengliang won't choose her.

After lunch, news of the poultry disease spread throughout the village.

In an open space far away from the water source, he asked people to dig a two-meter-deep pit and took the lead in throwing his dead chickens into it.

This was specifically instructed by Jingwen's mother. It must be buried deep.

"Everyone, listen up! For all chicken farmers, if your chickens are sick, you are not allowed to eat them. You must throw them into this pit."

The onlookers were heartbroken: "Young chicken meat is the most tender. We couldn't bear to eat it when it was alive, and now we can't even eat it to satisfy our cravings after it's dead?"

The village head glared at the man who was speaking and said, "If you're not afraid of death, then eat. I've already told you, if you have problems with your diet, don't cry for help."

After saying that, he asked people to cover the pit with a thick layer of soil.

Yu was worried. She had an adult rooster and two laying hens at home. Last time, she gave two chicks to her third brother's wife and kept two for herself.

If you raise five chickens until the New Year, you can sell them for at least one or two taels of silver.

The head of the village just said that chickens that are infected with the disease will not survive. Her chickens are not infected with the disease, but if she sells them now, she can only get half a tael of silver at most.

That's a full half.

Yu didn't know what to do, so she went to the old house.

"...My chickens are usually kept in their coop. They don't go out, so they shouldn't get sick, right?"

There are no more than ten households in Xiahe Village that still raise chickens. The man in Yu's family is not at home, so the three chickens are raised by her mother and daughter with great effort, each of them eating a little less every day. It is not easy to raise them to such big sizes.

Lin still hopes to make more money.

Lin shook her head. "The chicks that the village head bought were bought from farmers one by one, and they still got sick."

"So we can only sell it now?"