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

The villagers all stopped and looked at Qiao Jianer.

Qiao Jianer said, "We can't sell all of them in Qingshui Town."

"Why? Qingshui Town is the nearest town to us and it is also the town that governs Datian Village. Everyone goes there for the market and sells their goods there." A young man asked in confusion.

Old Mrs. Song sneered again. Just as she was about to speak, Old Mrs. Qiao rushed over and covered her mouth and nose.

The old woman was furious and clapped her hands around, but an old lady grabbed her hands tightly.

Then everyone signaled to Qiao Jianer with their eyes that it was time to continue.

"If we all rush to Qingshui Town to sell pressed mushrooms, the price will drop quickly, and no one will be able to profit. So we need to disperse to nearby counties and towns."

"Yes, Jian'er, you hit the nail on the head. Seeing so many families selling fried mushrooms, they will definitely find reasons to lower the price. If there are cheap ones, who would want to buy expensive ones?" someone said.

"Scythe, what good ideas do you have?"

Qiao Jianer said, "There are eighteen wealthy families in Anning Alley in Qingshui Town. That number, or fewer, should go and sell. The Han family is our Qiao family's main customer, as we've been selling to them for a long time and they're used to it. We ask everyone to be kind. We can also go to Daniu Town, fifteen miles away, Chuyun Town, thirty miles away, and Yongguan County, forty miles away. These places can ensure a balance between supply and demand without causing prices to drop."

"But Chuyun Town and Yongguan County are a bit far." Someone frowned and said, "Who would want to go? Everyone wants to go somewhere closer."

"Then let's draw lots and leave it to luck."

Everyone looked at each other, neither saying anything good nor bad.

Qiao Jianer said, "I hope everyone can take a long-term view. Mushrooms grow in the mountains every year and can be sold for money. At worst, we can draw lots every year. This year, it's the farther-flung place's turn, but next year, maybe it'll be the closer-flung place. Or, we can draw lots this year and take turns in subsequent years. Those farther-flung places can spend a little more money, like hiring an oxcart or a horsecart. Compared to the money we can make from selling the mushrooms, this little travel expense is nothing."

An old man agreed: "Okay, that's it. I'd rather walk a little longer than lower the price."

The old man was highly respected, and someone immediately responded: "Yes, yes, what we country people lack the least is the strength to walk, and we have horse carriages and ox carts."

Only then did everyone finally disperse. Of course, some villagers followed them to the Qiao family to see with their own eyes how they handled the situation.

The Qiao family did not refuse. They demonstrated it themselves to deepen their memory and reduce risks.

The villagers did not come to watch in vain, they also followed suit to wash the mushrooms, light a fire, add water, cut and press them.

When they saw the mushrooms being blown into brown and black, like the wood chips that the Song family had described, they finally had an intuitive feeling.

"Everyone come and try it." Feng brought a large plate for everyone.

At first, the villagers were hesitant to taste it, but when they saw the Qiao family members pick it up and eat it naturally and with relish, they also reached out their hands.

As soon as they put it in their mouths, their eyes lit up. It was so fragrant and delicious.

No wonder people in the town are willing to spend five hundred coins to buy one pound.

"It's delicious! Oh, I knew mushrooms were delicious, but I was afraid of confusing them with poisonous mushrooms and causing harm."

"Yes, fortunately, Jian'er clearly told everyone which ones are edible. Not only can we sell them in the future, but we will also have another delicious dish on the table."

Boss Qiao and Mrs. Feng put the food on the table and invited everyone to eat. The villagers were tactful and said goodbye and went home.

There were more than a dozen people following the Qiao family, which was already a nuisance. Even if the family was willing to entertain them, they didn't want to cause more trouble.

The noisy yard suddenly became much quieter.

"It's finally over. My throat is almost hoarse. I'm giving lectures at my age." Old Mrs. Qiao sighed. "Every one of them is a living devil."

Qiao Jianer knew what Old Lady Qiao meant. Today, the villagers discovered that they were selling mushrooms. If they didn't teach everyone well and show sincerity, they would not be able to live in the village in the future.

In places like the countryside, collective clan culture can be fatal.

Everyone is not physically tired today, but more mentally tired. Some villagers can't think straight, and they have to explain it over and over again and identify it repeatedly many times before they can recognize the fungus.

However, in order to avoid everyone admitting their mistakes in the future, you have to be patient.

Therefore, Feng was more generous in cooking. She cooked a large plate of celery and lean meat, bracken and twice-cooked pork, and made soup with the four pounds of chicken mushrooms she found on the mountain today. She also braised the three pounds of spare ribs that Qiao Lianer bought from the town this morning, and fried a plate of smoked sea bass that Qin Bu sent. She also added two vegetarian dishes, some cold and some stir-fried, and the whole family sat down to eat.

Feng’s cooking skills are the best in the family. Whether it’s knife skills or cooking, she has many tricks. Eating the food she cooks is a real pleasure.

The Qiao family looks forward to the eldest daughter cooking the most.

"I taught your sister-in-law and aunt the cooking skills. If they can't make a living at home, they can go to the town to be chefs in restaurants," said Old Mrs. Qiao.

Mrs. Lu said, "Yes, it seems that my sister-in-law's cooking skills have only become so good two years ago. The food she cooked before was also delicious, but not as good as this."

Qiao Xier covered her mouth and laughed, "So grandma had this plan a long time ago."

Qiao Laoer suddenly understood: "Dad wanted us to go up to the mountains to become bandits, and Mom wanted my sister-in-law to go to town to be a chef. It turns out that they had already planned this for us."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh. Old Mrs. Qiao rolled her eyes at Old Second Qiao and said, "Life is better now. If it were in the past, you would have felt so sad if you said something like that."

Old Man Qiao also waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about that anymore. Let's review where the chicken mushrooms are. Everyone should go look for them separately tomorrow so that the villagers don't pick them all."

There was a light drizzle at dusk just now. I hope it will be of some help.

Then everyone started a heated discussion.

After dinner, Qiao Jianer lay on the bed and opened her farm space with her mind.

Because she suddenly realized one thing, she had money in her hands.

The exchange information was written on the blackboard next to the farm. One tael of silver was equivalent to one thousand wen, which is equivalent to one thousand yuan in modern society.

And one dollar can be exchanged for ten gold coins.

Qiao Jianer generously put one or two taels of silver into it and exchanged it for ten thousand gold coins.

Then I expanded the land and upgraded the soil. I bought a few seeds and planted them. Ten thousand gold coins were quickly spent.

Qiao Jianer still felt a little pained. It was not cost-effective to use real money to buy gold coins. On the contrary, the things grown there could be exchanged for a lot of gold coins, which could be accumulated for upgrades.

But this is the beginning. Having a better starting point will eventually lead to faster progress.

After the land was upgraded, the amount of water from the talisman increased visibly. The cup disappeared, and the faucet no longer dripped water drop by drop, but formed a tiny stream that entered the sink and slowly flowed away.

I can only make money from mushrooms for a period of time every year. For the rest of the time, I still have to rely on this space.

Early the next morning, Zhao Lizheng gathered the villagers together. Before going up the mountain to look for mushrooms, they drew lots to decide which families would go to where to sell mushrooms.