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

Xu Changyi was speechless.

My father only had patients on his mind. He even paid for their medical treatment out of his own pocket and spent all his family savings.

Thanks to my mother who relied on her connections in Beijing to take Pei Yu's consultation on behalf of my father and earned over a thousand taels of medical fees, the Xu family's predicament was resolved.

If he had spent one hundred and fifty taels, he could have given it to the patients for free.

Cui Zhaozhao said embarrassedly, "Master Pei wants to buy this ginseng."

After hearing the price, Pei Yu prepared the silver note, stood up and placed the light silver note on the ginseng.

"This is one hundred and fifty taels."

Two palm-sized silver bills blocked the ginseng underneath. Cui Zhaozhao immediately saw the hundred-liang note on the top and swallowed hard.

Changning gladly accepted the banknote and carefully wrapped the ginseng in a handkerchief and put it away.

Doctor Xu watched Changning put the ginseng into his arms and said, "Changning, be careful when preparing the ginseng. Don't waste such good ginseng."

Pei Yu smiled and asked Changning to take out the ginseng and personally hand it over to Doctor Xu.

"Changning is impatient, so we need to ask Mr. Xu to help us prepare it."

Doctor Xu was very excited: "Well, I'm old, and my hands are not very steady. I might drop a few hairs while preparing the medicine..."

Xu Changyi turned his head away, unable to bear watching.

Dad has become disrespectful to his elders for the sake of his patients.

Pei Yu smiled: "Junior won't care."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, even if I search through all the medical books in the world, I will definitely cure your illness!"

At this time, the servant at the door ran in hurriedly.

"Master, there are officials at the gate, looking for the young master of the Cui family, saying that the county magistrate wants to see you."

Cui Zhaozhao was delighted, thinking that it must be Captain Yan and his men who had returned. The county magistrate was probably looking for them to redeem the eighteen acres of land.

What a double blessing today!

Xu Changyi dodged and stood in front of Cui Jingwen, asking the servant who delivered the message.

"Did the officer tell me why Magistrate Wang wanted to see Brother Jingwen?"

The servant stammered and couldn't say anything.

Cui Jingwen patted Xu Changyi on the shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous, Brother Xu. I helped the county magistrate with a small favor these past two days. He's looking for me now, probably to inquire about the details."

Xu Changyi was skeptical, as he had no recollection of any relationship between the Cui family and County Magistrate Wang.

Doctor Xu said, "Changyi, please don't delay Jingwen's work."

The Cui brothers and sisters did not seem to be panicked at all, which showed that they knew what was going on.

After saying goodbye to Old Doctor Xu, the Cui siblings hurried out the door.

Xu Changyi looked left and right, but still chased after him with concern.

"Brother Cui, please don't hide it from me. Are you really not facing any difficult problems?"

Although the Xu family didn't have much money, they still had some face, so it was no problem for them to save two people.

Cui Jingwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"It's really okay, if you don't believe me, you can ask Brother Pei."

"When we met him just now outside the city, we were with the officials. Brother Pei's carriage was pulled out of the ditch by the officials. If it weren't for Brother Pei, we would have already left the county government office by now."

Xu Changyi believed most of it, but then he thought of another very important thing.

"Although you saved Pei Yu, listen to my advice, don't get too close to him."

Cui Jingwen paused and turned his head to look at him.

Xu Changyi whispered, "His body is barely stronger than clay. He could break two ribs with just one sneeze. If anything happens to him in front of you, your whole family will suffer."

Given Pei Yu's family background, even a little bit of silver leaking through his fingers could kill someone. He was really afraid that his brother would lose his mind for a while.

Cui Jingwen thought he was going to say Pei Yu was a bad person, but it turned out to be a physical problem. He said indifferently: "We usually live in the village. We can't even meet each other if we want to get closer. Don't think too much."

Xu Changyi stood at the door and watched the brother and sister get on the carriage. He was still worried, so he called the servant at the door to watch over the county government office.

Outside the city gate.

The three Lins found an empty seat and took bowls and basins out of the bamboo basket.

As expected, Widow Qin also took a ride into the city. She carefully carried the backpack along the way. From the sound of it, the backpack should be filled with pottery.

Silang kept an eye on Widow Qin's movements.

"Look, Auntie San, Widow Qin actually set up her stall diagonally across from us!"

Lin also saw it.

Widow Qin seemed to be deliberately going against them. Not only did she imitate their business practices, but she also set up her stall right under her nose.

It's not surprising that Widow Qin has been trying to trip her up, intentionally or unintentionally, since she entered the village.

I used to think that Cui Chengliang was really the original husband, and in the spirit of less trouble is better, I just treated Widow Qin as a fly flying around.

Now that I know he is also a passerby who traveled through time, the atmosphere when we talk becomes much more relaxed.

Lin jokingly said, "It's no use complaining to me about this. Why don't you ask your Third Uncle why Widow Qin is so obsessed with us?"

Cui Chengliang was standing next to them, his face flushed red.

Fortunately, a customer came to the stall and prevented Shilang from asking the question.

They no longer need to shout to advertise, as many people have been waiting at the city gate early in the morning, fearing that they will stop selling someday and they will miss out on the bargain.

At this time, someone in the crowd said something.

"The bowls across the way are even cheaper, only a penny each!"

This price instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Three bowls for six cents is already very cheap, but now there are bowls that cost only one cent each!

In the blink of an eye, the stall was empty.

The bowls and pots that had just been picked out were thrown all over the floor in a mess.

Shi Lang clenched his fists tightly: "Aunt San, how could they do this!"

Lin bent down and arranged the bowls and basins one by one, and said calmly, "Prepare the repair materials first."

Silang glared angrily at the smug Widow Qin opposite him, then turned around and took something out of the backpack.

There was a huge crowd in front of Widow Qin's stall, and she was calling out to customers loudly.

"Don't be fooled by the other side. This bowl is free in the surrounding villages. It's not that expensive at all. I just earn some hard-earned money. A bowl costs one cent, and a basin costs two cents. First come, first served."

People in the outer circle couldn't help but cheer.

But the person at the front of the stall frowned, because these bowls and pots were either shaky or had chips and cracks.

It’s better to spend a penny more to buy a better bowl than this one.

The people behind kept pushing and shoving: "Those in front, hurry up and buy, otherwise, get out of the way."

Widow Qin couldn't help but urge, "Everyone hurry up and choose, there are still a lot of people waiting behind."

A woman stood up and said, "You guys buy it. I don't want this broken bowl. I'd better go to the other side and have a look."

Widow Qin retorted, "The shop across the street and I both bought the same batch of goods from the same kiln. Mine is even cheaper."

The woman looked as if she had heard a joke: "You call this the same batch of goods?"

Widow Qin was about to speak when she was interrupted by shouting from the opposite side.

Shiro put his hands on his hips and shouted loudly.

"From today on, if you buy a bowl from me, you will receive a free bowl repair service. No matter how many pieces it breaks into, we will repair it for free!"

Suddenly, a group of people came forward again.

But this time everyone was angry.

Someone asked, "People across the street say you can pick up bowls and plates for free. Is that true?"

"It's free, but they're selling it to us for two cents. How shameless!"

"I went back to the village yesterday to help you promote your products, but I didn't expect you to trick us with the things you found."

The situation was out of control for a while, and many people shouted for their money back.

Shiro stretched out his arms and protected the bowls and pots on the stall with a pale face.

"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment." Lin said calmly, "I will answer your questions."

Everyone's eyes fell on Lin.

"I'm sure everyone has seen the bowls and basins across the street. She's right. These bowls and basins are leftovers from the kiln's firing process. I haven't hidden this from you since day one."

Lin's expression was calm and composed. "As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. I dare to sell it for two cents, so naturally the bowl is worth the price. Every bowl I sell will be repaired to be perfect and without any flaws."

"I only earn money for the repairs, and the bowls are given away for free."

Lin spoke softly, without raising her voice on purpose. Widow Qin couldn't hear what she said even if she stretched her ears. She only heard that no one refuted her.

Old customers in the crowd kept speaking up for Lin.

"Her repair skills are excellent. I bought two basins and washed and rinsed them at home without any damage."

"I even scalded it with hot water, but there was no sign of repair at all."

Lin smiled and said, "Whether you've bought bowls from me before or it's your first time buying from me, as long as you spend money at my place, you'll get a free bowl repair. Buy a bowl and we'll repair it, buy a basin and we'll repair it. You can bring any broken bowls or basins at home and we'll repair them on the spot for free."

Someone asked, "Can it be repaired if it's broken in two?"

"Yes, as long as the fragments can be put together to form a bowl, we can fix it."

Hearing this, the crowd erupted in excitement.

Repairing a broken bowl or pot is like getting a new bowl for free!

Immediately, several people started to choose, buying it today and bringing the bowls back for repair tomorrow.

Widow Qin watched helplessly as those people, like crazy, continued to scramble to buy Lin's bowls.

She obviously sells it cheaper.

At this time, a woman ran to Widow Qin's stall.

Widow Qin's face lit up with joy, thinking that there was someone who knew what she was worth.

"Auntie, my bowls are no worse than those over there. You won't get any loss if you buy from me."

The old woman interrupted her with disdain: "I can judge whether it is good or bad. Will you sell this bowl for two cents?"

Widow Qin was stunned. "Not even a penny is enough to cover the cost. Look carefully. I took great pains to select these bowls."

"Don't try to frame me. You said you found it for free, so you didn't pay a penny less."

As he said this, he threw down a penny, picked up two bowls, and ran happily to the stall opposite.

This time I got two more bowls for my penny.

Widow Qin stamped her feet in anger and wanted to squeeze in to see what the Lin family was up to.

But her stall cannot do without people.

What was even more bizarre was that after the old woman finished her purchase, several other people came over one after another. They all took two bowls for a penny and then turned around and went back to Lin's side.

She only managed to pick out more than twenty relatively intact bowls and pots from the truckload of broken dishes yesterday. At that price, her efforts would have been in vain.

Widow Qin was so angry that her teeth were itching.

Diagonally opposite.

Faced with a steady stream of guests, the three of them were busy yet orderly.

Lin was responsible for collecting money and packing.

Cui Chengliang was responsible for using a knife to smooth out the gaps in the broken bowl.

Silang used the glue he had prepared in advance to repair the bowl.

"It's fixed. Auntie, please keep it. Be careful not to bump the repaired area. Go home and put it in the sun for a few hours. Once it's completely dry, you can use it."

"Okay, Auntie will remember this. This child is really careful."

Shiro pursed his lips and smiled, then lowered his head to continue repairing the next bowl.

In less than half an hour, all the bowls and plates were sold out, leaving only a few people waiting for replacement bowls.

"Big sister, will you come tomorrow?"

Lin wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeves and said, "Come tomorrow, same time."

"Then I'll bring the broken bowls from home to mend tomorrow."

After saying that, he left happily.

Lin pounded his aching back and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Widow Qin still has five bowls left to sell.

It seems that after Lin’s bowls and basins were sold out, no one came to buy her bowls anymore.