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

Zhao Lizheng only realized now that the delicious food that the Qiao family had given him was actually made from fried mushrooms from the hilltop.

He was also shocked at first, but when he looked at himself, there was nothing wrong with him.

He also learned that the Qiao family used these things to exchange for money in the town and were "forced" by the villagers, and then taught the villagers how to identify mushrooms and make dried mushrooms.

Zhao Lizheng's mind was originally more open-minded than most people in the village, and he soon came to his senses.

This was an innovation of the Qiao family.

It's a good thing that it can be sold and eaten, as long as you avoid those with problems.

Qiaojia has done what he should do, and now he needs to preside over the drawing of lots.

There are sixty-one households, each with a large population, totaling several hundred people.

There are too many people, and it is easy for something to happen if they gather together. It will also be noisy and difficult to resolve any disagreements, so we decided to let the villagers who followed the Qiao family up the mountain to identify mushrooms yesterday come.

Right in the middle of the village, there is a large area where villagers usually gather to discuss things or convey messages.

Because this place is useful, it is paved with floor tiles, surrounded by guardrails, and several big trees are planted, and pavilions and stone piers are built, so villagers like to come here to sit after dinner.

As for those people who like to sit on the small dam at the entrance of the village, they all like to watch people coming and going, to see if people from other villages pass by, what people from their own village do outside, and what they bring back with them. Anyway, there is a kind of subtle evil taste in them.

After a while, all sixty people arrived. The one who came from the Qiao family was Qiao Jianer.

On the table in the pavilion, there were writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, and Wang Xiucai was writing his signature.

Zhao Lizheng said to everyone, "There are eighteen wealthy families in Qingshui Town, fifteen wealthy families in Daniu Town, twenty wealthy families in Chuyun Town, and in Yongguan County, it's difficult to count the number of wealthy families, but I estimate there are fifty."

"Not every wealthy family is willing to buy these mushrooms, so the number of families going will be slightly reduced. I've allocated them like this: fifteen families in Qingshui Town will go, twelve families in Daniu Town will go, fifteen families in Izumo Town, which is a bit further away, will also go, and the remaining nineteen families will go to Yongguan County. We'll draw lots again next year."

Zhao Lizheng thought about rotation, but the number of people was different, so there would definitely be some families that would not have a turn. Although rotation was possible, it would be a bit troublesome, so he decided to just draw lots.

The villagers had no objections.

This time, the person who came to the Song family was not Old Lady Song, but Boss Song.

While Zhao Lizheng was speaking, he kept looking around.

Finally, they saw Mr. Wang coming. Boss Song went up to him first and took Mr. Wang aside.

He lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Wang, how about this? When I draw the lot, you can tamper with it and let me draw Qingshui Town. Other places are far away and unfamiliar. Who would want to go there?"

As he spoke, he stuffed some silver coins into the scholar's hands.

When Wang Xiucai heard this, his face turned bad and he shook off Boss Song's hand.

"Please respect yourself. If everyone behaves like you, how can the lottery be fair?"

As he was about to leave, Boss Song grabbed Wang Xiucai's sleeve.

"Wang Xiucai, please be kind. I'm the only one doing this. It doesn't affect anyone. Look at this little bit of silver. It's enough for you to write so many couplets and documents for others."

Mr. Wang's face became even colder and his brows furrowed.

"Boss Song, I'll give you a favor. If you do this again, I'll tell everyone about your behavior and have you whipped."

After saying this, he walked towards the pavilion without looking back.

When everyone saw Boss Song and Scholar Wang arguing with each other, as if they were holding small change in their hands, they knew what Boss Song wanted to do and couldn't help but look at him with contempt.

He has no shame in wanting to cheat in front of so many people.

The Qiao family and the Han family have formed a fixed cooperative relationship and there is no need to draw lots.

The reason why Qiao Jianer came here was because he wanted to explain it to everyone again to deepen their impression.

Zhao Lizheng invited Qiao Jianer to sit down at a stone table.

"Uncle Zhao, you won't blame me for acting on my own initiative, right?" Qiao Jian'er was not sure whether Zhao Lizheng was willing or was forced by the villagers to let everyone go up the mountain to look for mushrooms.

"Oh, you are a good girl. Why should I blame you? I should thank you." Zhao Lizheng's gaze fell on the vast fields in the distance, feeling a little melancholy.

"Every year, more than half of the villagers in Datian Village suffer from floods. So many families struggle year after year to make ends meet. Now they're building a bridge, but once it's completed, they'll only get a little more rice, no additional income."

"Now that we know that wild mushrooms can be sold at such a high price, each household can probably sell a few taels of mushrooms every year. These taels can be saved to hedge risks, and we don't have to worry about getting a wife or dowry. We can live a much more comfortable and relaxed life."

"As the village chief, I hope every household can live a good life, have extra money and be free from worries."

"So Jian'er, on behalf of the entire village, I thank you and your Qiao family."

Qiao Jianer was moved by Zhao Lizheng's heartfelt words.

But she does not regret the decision she made.

If a person does not care about himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. The Qiao family has not harmed anyone, and the Qiao family is about to become unable to survive.

Besides, we should tell the villagers at the beginning that mushrooms can be eaten and sold for money, so as not to scare them to death.

Only after seeing that the Qiao family had indeed made money did they slowly accept this fact.

The drawing of lots has begun, some are happy, some are sad.

"Don't look so gloomy. If you go to a place farther away, you may not know the market conditions here. You can ask for a higher price. If you go to the county town, people may offer more." said Zhao Lizheng.

Thinking of this, some smiles appeared on the faces of those people.

Boss Song drew Yongguan County, and he thought to himself that in Qingshui Town, it could only be sold for 500 coins per catty, but if he could sell it for 20 or 30 taels of silver per catty, wouldn't he make a fortune?

Then, in front of Zhao Lizheng, Qiao Jianer poured all the mushrooms in the basket onto the stone table and gave everyone a detailed explanation.

Everyone knew that this was the last time, so even if they could already tell the difference, they still listened carefully and then compared what they told their families to see if there were any mistakes.

"To be on the safe side, everyone should supervise each other. If you see someone picking the wrong mushrooms, you should correct them in time. Otherwise, if one family has a problem, others won't be able to sell their mushrooms either," said Qiao Jianer.

"Uncle Zhao, during this initial period, please bring all the mushrooms you find to the square so that everyone can check each other's mushrooms."

"Okay, let's do as Jianer said. Everyone should be responsible for themselves and for others." said Zhao Lizheng.

The villagers also agreed. Everyone was afraid that others would pick the wrong mushrooms and make their mushrooms unsaleable.

The matter here was over, and then every household rushed to the top of the mountain.