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

She stopped the woman who had just left Lin's stall.

When she heard that she wanted to see the bowl she bought, the woman took a step back in disgust.

Although she is illiterate, she deliberately slanders and disrupts the business of her fellow villagers, which shows how evil this person is.

"I'm in a hurry to go home, I don't have time." The woman muttered, "You are from the same village, why are you asking me, an outsider?"

At least the other person took the trouble to repair the bowl, but she openly sold the broken bowl and still called the other person heartless.

It's like a toad landing on your feet. It doesn't bite you, but it just annoys you.

Widow Qin was so angry that her nose was crooked.

What kind of magic potion did Lin feed these people? How can they not tell the good from the bad?

She clearly said that these broken bowls and pots are worthless.

Watching the three Lin family members pack up their stall and leave, she could only shout even harder.

She invested ten cents, but only sold it for nine cents. Including the transportation fee, she still had to earn another three cents to make a profit.

Silang glanced towards Widow Qin and covered his mouth with his hands, laughing secretly.

"If she knew that her bowls were sold because of us, she would be so angry that her eyes would turn red."

Cui Chengliang also looked back and immediately turned back.

"As long as we can sell it, we don't care about other people's business."

After traveling through these three years, he understood how difficult life was for the widows here. Rumors could drive a person to death, let alone raising a child alone.

Anyway, their business has not been affected.

If this business can make her some money, then let her do it. We are all from the same village. How can I just watch her and her mother starve to death?

Lin glanced at the honest Cui Chengliang and looked away with an indifferent expression.

Men's minds may be like this. As long as the present is going well, they won't think about future troubles.

However, Silang felt that what his uncle said was wrong.

"Uncle San, why are you still speaking for her? If we hadn't thought of a solution in advance, they might have been so angry that they would have smashed our stall."

If he hadn't protected them desperately at the beginning, those people would have really done that.

Cui Chengliang rubbed his nose and said, "No way. Widow Qin is raising a child alone. She just wants to make some money. Besides, what we sell is pretty good."

Shiro looked up at his uncle, shock written all over his face.

How could Uncle San think like this!

Shiro wanted to refute, but he couldn't come up with any reason. His throat felt like it was blocked by a stone and he couldn't hold it in.

Lin raised her hand and stroked Silang's back, which made the boy so angry that his body was shaking.

Even if I don't want to say it, I have to say a few words.

"I think whether we sell well or not is different from the malicious competition with Widow Qin."

Silang felt that he had finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at his third aunt eagerly, asking her to say a few more words.

Lin flicked his little head gently and continued.

"It's not easy for Widow Qin to raise a child alone, but being weak is no excuse. If she wants to make money, she can compete with us openly. She can rely on her eloquence or on hard work, but she can't make money by slandering us."

"You think we're selling well, but have you ever thought about why we weren't affected by her?"

Cui Chengliang didn't expect Lin to discuss this matter with him seriously, and shook his head as she said.

"Shiro spent the entire day thinking about this idea and happened to have made sufficient preparations in advance."

Shiro put his hands on his hips and raised his chin high.

Cui Chengliang felt a headache. It was obviously a small matter, so why were the two of them still making a fuss about it?

"Aren't our bowls all repaired? They're different from the ones sold by Widow Qin. How come it's so serious..."

His voice grew weaker as he spoke.

He shouldn't have said that.

"The efforts that Silang has put in cannot be dismissed lightly by saying that he is not affected. If it were not for Silang, we would have lost everything today."

Silang kept Third Aunt’s words in his mind, it was so satisfying!

Cui Chengliang's lips moved: "But..."

"No buts." Lin's expression was indifferent. "Life is hard for everyone in the village. Planting is about to start, and Silang and his children haven't even saved enough money for farm tools."

"Erlang made the bamboo baskets, and Silang and Wulang got up before dawn to pack the goods. The children worked their butts off to earn money. You may not be able to see their efforts, but I hope you can look at this objectively from the perspective of an intermediary."

Shiro's eyes were filled with tears.

As they were talking, the three of them had already entered the city.

The noisy sound of people coming and going made Cui Chengliang anxious. He wanted to explain, but the situation only got worse.

"That's obviously not what I meant..."

He just felt that it was not easy for the mother and daughter widows to be unemployed. If he really wanted to help, he would have taught her the method of making gum long ago.

He didn't do anything, just said a few words for her, how did the atmosphere become like this?

Si Lang shook his head and said, "Uncle San, you'd better not come tomorrow. Aunt San, Xiao Wu and I are enough. Although Xiao Wu is weak, he won't make Aunt San angry."

Lin pulled Silang and told him to walk properly.

"You can go to the fields with Dad tomorrow. The four and five kids can handle it."

Cui Chengliang became even more annoyed.

What is this?

Silang turned his head and made a face at his uncle, then turned around and asked.

"Aunt San, where are we going next?"

Lin looked at the shops of all sizes on the street and said, "Look for a restaurant. Your aunt wants to sell chickens. I'll help her find out the price."

The original identities of all restaurants in the county town, big or small, are clearly known.

After turning two streets, the three of them arrived at the back door of Xinghualou, the largest restaurant in the city.

As the saying goes, a big tree attracts wind, and a big store attracts customers.

The three floors of Xinghualou not only attract diners from the surrounding area, but also attract vendors who come to sell their own ingredients, or hunters in the mountains who come to exchange fresh prey for money.

Therefore, there will be people stationed at the back door of large restaurants to serve these vendors.

When Lin arrived, merchants were delivering goods to the restaurant. There were several bamboo baskets scattered on the ground, and several waiters were jogging to carry them into the restaurant.

A young steward was standing by the door, holding a booklet and checking the quantity with his head down.

Lin stepped forward and said, "Young man, I'd like to ask you if your restaurant accepts chickens raised at home?"

The steward didn't even raise his head: "No."

Lin didn't ask any more questions and turned away.

The fowl plague is serious, so it is normal for restaurants to refuse to accept chickens, ducks and other poultry for the sake of their reputation.

Shiro followed behind, "Should we go to another restaurant and ask?"

Lin stopped and thought for a moment. She remembered that there was a restaurant in the city whose most famous dish was crispy chicken, and most diners went there just for this dish.

Since it is a signboard, it should not be changed easily.

"Let's go to Ruyi Restaurant and ask."

Silang knew nothing about the restaurants in the city, so he went wherever his third aunt told him to go.

Cui Chengliang didn't even dare to speak and followed silently behind.

This time, Lin deliberately went around to the front, looked at the dishes of the day hanging at the door, and confirmed that crispy chicken was among them before going around to the back door.

A scolding was heard from afar.

"Go away, go away. We don't want to buy the chickens you sell. Don't ask us again."