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

"What are you doing?" Dacheng suddenly became alert, walked to the front and blocked Qiao Jianer behind him.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for a fight with you." Boss Song touched his chin and smiled a little roguely.

"So what if we fight? Are we afraid of you? The four of you may not be a match for the two of us." Dayong hugged his arms with a provocative attitude.

Thinking about how the people from the main branch of the Qiao family alone had taken care of all the people from the Song family on the mountain, Boss Song's face turned ugly.

"Why are you talking about all this fighting and killing? We're waiting here to buy things from you and do business with you."

In fact, the reason why so many of them came was because they were afraid of being beaten by the Qiao family.

"What to buy?" Qiao Dayong was very impatient.

"Sell us a few pounds of what you have in your backpacks."

The three siblings of the Qiao family looked at each other.

Qiao Jian'er thought about it. When she heard the villagers discussing the Song family cutting wood chips late at night this morning, she knew what the Song family wanted to do.

It seems that Mr. Song is still worried and wants to buy a few kilograms to cover the wood chips.

"No, we're not selling them. Our things have already been reserved by people in town," said Qiao Dacheng.

Qiao Lianer pulled Qiao Dacheng's sleeve and walked to the front.

"One pound and one ounce."

"What, one pound and one ounce? Why don't you steal or rob?" Song Daming frowned, his voice full of disgust.

Qiao Dacheng: "We take it to town and sell it for one catty and one ounce. If you can't afford it, just get out of here."

Although he didn't know why Qiao Jian'er wanted to sell it to the Song family, but since it was a business, he had to pay the right price.

"What is the relationship between our two families? We are relatives. One hundred coins per catty is the most we can pay." Song Lao Er said.

"In-laws? Don't you feel embarrassed when you hear these two words?" Qiao Dayong laughed.

The girl who married into the Qiao family did nothing wrong, but was kicked out of the Song family. She still called them relatives, she had no shame at all.

Seeing the three people about to leave, Boss Song quickly stopped them.

"Wait, let's buy two kilograms."

Anyway, the mouth of the jar is very small, so just put a thin layer on it.

The Song family also prepared a small scale, obviously they came prepared.

Qiao Jianer checked the scale and found nothing wrong, so he weighed two kilograms for them.

In order to avoid them recognizing her, she picked out mushroom stems, which really looked like small pieces of wood chips.

The Song family father and son stretched their necks to look into the jar, but it was pitch black inside and they couldn't see anything clearly.

After those things were put into the small jar they brought, Boss Song reluctantly took out two taels of silver from his sleeve and handed it over hesitantly.

Qiao Dayong grabbed it.

The three brothers and sisters set out again.

"Hey, what on earth is this? It's much softer than wood chips." Song Xiaoming observed the mushroom stalk.

There is also a very strong fragrance that makes people want to take a bite, but they dare not eat it.

"I also feel that the texture is a bit different from wood chips, so it's right for you to ask us to buy two pounds in preparation." Song Daming said, "Put these things on top, and we can take them to town to sell during the day."

Boss Song waved his hand and said, "Let's go home and get ready."

"Sister Jian'er, why did you sell the mushrooms to the Song family?"

Qiao Dayong asked.

When Qiao Jianer analyzed the reasons, Qiao Dayong and Qiao Dacheng couldn't hide their gloating expressions on their faces. Well, there will be a good show soon.

This time, it was Mrs. Han who came out in person.

She saw that the Qiao family only brought one jar, which was not full yet.

"That's all?"

"Yes, ma'am. The more you look for things, the fewer there are. There's nothing we can do about it." Qiao Jianer said.

"After it rains in a few days, there should be more."

It hasn't rained in the past few days. The sun is constantly evaporating the moisture in the soil and rivers, as if preparing for the continuous heavy rain in less than a month.

If there is some light rain, it's fine. If not, we have to wait until the heavy rain is over.

Mrs. Han originally planned to accumulate several hundred kilograms at home and send them in small jars to the state, provincial government, and even to the capital.

Her wishful thinking failed and her face was full of disappointment.

Of course she knew she couldn't blame the kids. Who wouldn't want to find more of these things and sell them for more money?

I can only sigh that God is not on my side.

Of the fifteen pounds of dried mushrooms, two pounds were sold to the Song family, leaving thirteen pounds.

Qiao Jianer took the silver and thought to himself that it was time to take out the other mushrooms.

She said, "I originally had fifteen kilograms, but someone on the street wanted to buy it, so I sold two kilograms."

"It's only two kilograms, no big deal." Mrs. Han smiled and said, "You can sell it to our family, or to others."

Of course, Qiao Jian'er was not here to apologize. The Song family was coming, and she was just giving Mrs. Han a reminder.

After saying goodbye to the Han family, the three siblings did not rush to leave. Instead, they found a nearby teahouse, ordered a pot of tea, a plate of melon seeds, and a plate of boiled soybeans, while observing the situation at the door of the Han family.

"This tea is really thirst-quenching. I've come to the town many times before and seen others drinking tea, eating snacks, and chatting. They looked so leisurely. I thought to myself, those of us who come from poor families, running up the mountains and drying crops in the fields every day, it would be nice to be able to drink a cup of coarse tea." Dayong said with emotion.

Actually, it’s not expensive. All these add up to only fifty cents.

But in the past, every penny had to be scraped out from between my teeth, and I wished I could split it into two parts to use.

I really can't afford it.

The spare money their grandmother gave them now was more than enough for them to enjoy a little.

Dacheng drank two cups of tea in one gulp, and only then did he feel satisfied.

He picked up the teapot and shook it: "There's still more than half of it. If you can't finish it, can you pack it up and take it home?"

Qiao Jianer couldn't help but laugh and said, "Second brother, where can I buy tea for takeout? If you like tea, let's buy a few pounds and take it home to brew."

"No, Sister Jian'er, it's too expensive. A pound of good tea costs one or two taels of silver, and the cheapest one costs five or six hundred coins."

Dayong quickly objected.

The one in the teapot looks cheap because there is only a small amount.

Qiao Jian'er wanted to persuade him, but Dacheng said, "It seems that our family has some money now, but the house is not built yet. Wait until the yard is built, and then we can buy some tea and go back."

Seeing this situation, Qiao Jianer gave up the idea because they would not be able to drink the tea peacefully even if he bought it home.

As they were talking, they saw the Song family coming to the town carrying several baskets on their backs.

There is a large jar in each backpack, which looks like it can hold about 20 kilograms. A rough estimate shows that there are about 80 kilograms of wood chips inside.

Thinking about how the Song family spent so much time cutting wood chips last night, Qiao Jianer wanted to laugh.

At this moment, the Qiao family entered the alley opposite and arrived at the door of the Han family.