Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Qiao Jianer thought, if it couldn't be close to ten taels, then just give eight taels.

She had also calculated that the twenty kilograms of oil, at twenty cents per kilogram, was worth four hundred cents.

So, when she spoke, she couldn't say less.

He has no relatives or friends, so even if he makes concessions in business, they are calculated.

Mrs. Han still gave ten taels. The little girl asked for one tael yesterday, but she gave two taels. But when she came again today, Qiao Jianer did not take the opportunity to calculate it based on one catty and two taels. She still asked for the original price and deducted the gas money.

He is a very genuine person.

So, she didn't care about this little bit of oil.

"Thank you, Madam Han." Qiao Jianer took the ten taels with both hands.

"By the way, what is this thing called?" Mrs. Han asked curiously.

"It's called Jicong, the chicken from Jiya and the cong from Congyang."

Well, if it doesn’t contain the word “菌” and it’s squeezed into this state, Mrs. Han won’t think too much about it.

She had learned that even the people in the town were very secretive about mushrooms, thinking they were something that could kill people.

Mrs. Han smiled and said, "It's a strange name, but it tastes good."

Qiao Jianer: "Mrs. Han, shall we come back in five days?"

Mrs. Han thought for a moment and said, "Come back in three days."

She planned to weigh some weights and do favors, so it wouldn't take five days.

"Okay, then we'll go back first."

"Walk slowly on the road." Mrs. Han said kindly.

Qiao Jianer smiled sweetly at her.

Dayong picked up the backpack, which contained an empty can, with the chicken mushrooms and oil already taken out.

They earned ten taels in one go, and the three of them walked briskly and were in a good mood.

The last time they were so happy was two years ago. The Qiao family hunted a half-grown tiger and sold it for thirty taels. They used twenty taels to buy a vegetable plot, and the remaining ten taels were used for household expenses such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, cloth to keep warm, and charcoal fire, which lasted for a long time.

Although the ten taels this time are not as much as thirty taels, the risk cost is a world of difference.

Moreover, if the whole family spends a few more days searching, by the time the money is gone, it will definitely be more than ten taels.

Mrs. Han suddenly thought of something: "Miss Qiao, wait a moment."

Qiao Jianer paused and asked, "Is there anything else, Madam Han?"

"How long can chicken mushrooms be stored?" asked Mrs. Han.

"As long as the oil is completely soaked, it's fine to store for two years, but it's best within a year. After a year, the taste may be slightly affected." Qiao Jianer said: "Oil is supposed to be a preservative and preserve freshness."

"How long can you sell this kind of chicken mushroom?"

When Mrs. Han heard that they had to go to the mountains to squeeze it, she wondered if it was a seasonal thing.

"Half a month should be guaranteed. If it's longer, maybe a month or so, more or less."

Based on the original owner's memory, Qiao Jianer knew that the chicken mushroom could still grow for nearly two months, but there were differences in different years, and some hills had more, some hills had fewer, and the growth of mushrooms was related to the weather. It had been raining recently, so more would grow. When the weather was dry, there would be fewer. There was still a month left before the rainy season, and there would be a heavy rain period in July. According to previous years, it would rain continuously and enter the flood season. It would be unrealistic to go up the mountain to find mushrooms at that time, but after the heavy rain stopped, there would still be abundant mushrooms for a while, and then they would slowly decrease.

Mrs. Han smiled and said, "Okay, then you don't have to wait three days. Just send me as many as you can and I'll take them all."

She thought that using this as a favor would definitely be very effective. Moreover, if she didn't take it all, many of the businesses in this alley would be business competitors of the Han family. If Qiao Jian'er sold the chicken mushrooms to them, they would also think of such a trick. By then, the Han family would no longer have this advantage.

Buy as much as you can and save it for next year. During such a long period of time, there will be a lot of favors and business deals to go through.

Dayong and Dacheng's eyes lit up again. They bought them all. Okay, then they would collect all the chicken mushrooms on the hills and sell them to the Han family.

So I agreed immediately.

"In that case, we'll need more oil. You'll need to carry another 20 kilograms back."

As Mrs. Han spoke, she raised her hand and asked the servant to do it.

The three siblings were wearing coarse linen clothes with patches of new and old patches piled up together. Given their family conditions, it would be better not to let them prepare oil.

"Mrs. Han, we have money to buy oil." Qiao Jianer said.

"You probably have a lot of things you need to buy at home, so don't waste your money on this. I have more oil than I can eat at home, so don't be polite to me." She smiled again and said meaningfully, "This chicken mushroom is very useful."

Because she thought of the many benefits, she was a little worried and wanted to win over the three children.

Qiao Jianer quickly guessed that Mrs. Han wanted to use it to do a favor. The Han family was in business and had dabbled in many industries, so there were many things to take care of.

Moreover, Mrs. Han must be afraid that she would sell the chicken mushrooms to other shops in this alley.

In this case, he would not be polite, so that Mrs. Han could feel at ease and he would also benefit.

He bowed to Madam Han and said, "Thank you, Madam Han. Madam Han is a kind person and will surely receive great blessings."

Dacheng and Dayong did the same. They didn’t expect that the little sister could be so sweet.

Mrs. Han smiled and said, "Go back."

On the way back, Dayong weighed the ten taels of silver in his pocket. It felt very heavy and he felt very satisfied.

He couldn't help but sing a song, but the tune was off and the words were indistinguishable, which made Dacheng and Qiao Jianer burst into laughter.

As his steps became lighter, the journey back seemed especially short, and soon he had entered the village.

Just like yesterday, I put rags in the backpack and covered it with dead branches and straw.

A villager saw them and asked, "Today is not a market day, why are you out on the market again? And why are you carrying things back? What did you buy?"

As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe to look into the backpack. It was not that he was short, but mainly because he had grown too tall.

All the sons of the Qiao family are taller than their peers. Qiao Xier and Qiao Zhizhi are also taller than girls of the same age.

The only one left was Qiao Jianer, who was thin and small, and was crippled by the Song family. She looked like a small bean sprout.

So Dacheng didn't try to hide: "It's not worth anything."

Some villagers who had nothing to do at home sat under the trees at the entrance of the village to enjoy the cool air, and many of them were talking nonsense.

When they heard Dacheng say this, they started talking.

"I said, are you going to pick up trash?"

"Yeah, you reminded me. The Qiao family is so poor that they can barely make ends meet. There's no hunting in the mountains. Are they really just begging and picking up trash?"

"Oh, how pitiful! Everyone in the family has long arms and legs, but they can't make a fortune. Some people are just unlucky, and no matter how hard they try, it's useless."

This person is three parts sympathetic and seven parts gloating.

"You--" Dayong got angry when he heard this, and his hand reached into his arms. He really thought that the Qiao family was so poor that they were destitute.

This is to blind his eyes with silver.