My sister became the empress, but I'm still growing vegetables and raising chickens

Si Muyan turned around and recognized the woman.

She was dressed very decently, so she could be seen at a glance. Yesterday, she was holding the hand of a little boy of seven or eight years old. The boy was curious and insisted on eating century egg porridge, so she bought him a bowl.

"aunt."

The old lady came forward and asked with a smile, "Do you have any more Hun Dun Zi porridge?"

The younger sister was overjoyed, thinking she could get an extra eight coins. She quickly opened the lid of the wooden barrel and said, "Yes, there's more. I'll fill it up for you..."

But Si Muyan held her back and said with a smile, "Auntie, the porridge is cold. There is meat and wonton in it. Cold porridge is not tasty."

"It's okay." The old lady didn't mind. She took out the silver and handed it to Si Muyan. "Give me the remaining porridge and the wooden barrel. I'll go back and heat them up."

Si Muyan was stunned, mainly because the lady actually gave him silver, not copper coins.

She weighed the dime and could roughly feel that it was about one or two taels. This... was too much.

The old lady took the bucket and said, "My young master has been making a fuss all morning and refused to eat anything except the porridge. I had no choice but to run out to try my luck. I didn't expect to find it."

"But Auntie, this is too much silver and I can't make the change." Si Muyan stopped her.

"No need for change." The woman was in a hurry to leave. Seeing Si Muyan and the others were still trying to find a way to collect the change, she hurriedly said, "I'll come back tomorrow."

After the woman left in a hurry, the younger sister was still holding the dime in a daze.

It’s not that I haven’t seen a tael of silver before, but this amount of money is too generous.

The porridge and the wooden barrel cost only one hundred and fifty coins in total, so it turned out that I had given more than eight hundred coins too much.

Si Muyan was quite calm. She took the money and put it away, saying, "Pack up first. It's getting late, and we still need to go to the market to do some shopping."

Over there, Aunt Tian saw Si Muyan and the other two. She was so jealous that her eyes were about to pop out of her head. She was surprised to find that she had met a big client on the second day and the client had given her a dime directly. For ordinary people, ordinary purchases only cost a few or dozens of coins. Twenty coins were enough to go out for breakfast.

Who would spend a tael of silver?

That respectable woman came here yesterday with a boy in gorgeous clothes. If Si Muyan and the others hadn't been there, the boy might have eaten the noodles she sold. He might have become addicted to them and wanted to eat them today too!

But these two taels of silver were taken away by Si Muyan and others for nothing.

How to not be angry?

Auntie Tian put her hands on her hips, pointed at Si Muyan and said, "Silver, give it to me!"

Si Muyan looked at her in confusion: "What?"

"You're occupying my land, so you can get business. If you weren't blocking the way, that woman would have come to eat my noodles instead of buying your porridge."

Si Muyan understood. This Auntie Tian actually thought that they got this advantage by occupying the space?

Before she could say anything, her younger sister got angry and stepped forward and said, "Auntie Tian, ​​what you said is meaningless. First of all, we are not occupying your place. This is the entrance of the alley, and there just happen to be few people coming and going. The place is not yours. Also, the auntie bought our porridge before because our porridge is delicious. Otherwise, she couldn't buy it anywhere else. Why did she have to go to the trouble of finding us?"

Auntie Tian refused to listen: "I don't care. I paid the money. You didn't pay, so you are wrong. If it weren't for you, that person would have bought my noodles."

The younger sister was extremely angry, but she also knew that it would be of no benefit for them to confront Aunt Tian directly.

Those who have paid the stall fees are not afraid of the market inspectors coming, but these people are worried that the market inspectors will come to check and confiscate their things.

But asking her to give up the money she earned is absolutely impossible.

My sister's eyes turned. Not all the people setting up stalls here paid the fee. Many of them were selling simple snacks or vegetables. They didn't make much money, so how could they possibly pay the fee? Aren't they just setting up stalls here whenever there's a chance?

And because of their quarrel, people who were preparing to close their stalls nearby looked over and looked at them curiously.

My younger sister's eyes immediately turned red, and she looked timid and pitiful. "Auntie Tian, ​​I know you're upset with us, but you're wrong. There are so many food vendors on this street. The uncle selling pancakes up front, the brother selling wontons over there, they all make delicious food. How can you say that if our porridge wasn't available, Auntie would definitely choose your noodles?"

Auntie Tian was stunned, not quite reacting. Weren't they arguing? How did they end up involving the pancake and wonton vendors?

Without waiting for her to respond, the younger sister said to the uncle selling pancakes, "Uncle, I see your business is really good, so your pancakes must be very delicious. And brother, you have so many wontons, and you managed to sell them all. It seems that many of them are regular customers, right?"

The uncle selling pancakes chuckled and said, "It's just so-so, just so-so..."

The wonton seller blushed, not daring to look at the younger sister. He stammered, "Regular customers...they just love wontons...We're sold out today, but I'll save one for you tomorrow."

"But I..." The younger sister looked at Auntie Tian with a sad face and said, "We almost lost our money. If this money was stolen, we wouldn't be able to make a living. Of course... we can't afford your wontons, otherwise I really want to try them... And uncle's pancakes, I also want to eat them."

The wonton seller heard this and immediately said, "I won't take your money. But that money was earned by you. I just heard clearly that the sister-in-law came directly for your porridge, saying that she wanted to buy it because it was delicious. What does this have to do with her noodles?"

The big brother selling pancakes also said, "That's right, I saw it too. Her noodles are not edible at all. If they were really delicious, why would she have bought them for so many years and still not be able to afford a shop? People who eat noodles properly usually go to shops to eat them. How many people eat them outside?"

Seeing the two men surrounding her and talking to her younger sister, Auntie Tian was furious. "What do you mean? Your stall is just like mine, you rented it with money. People like them are so reluctant to spend money on the stall, so why are they trying to steal our business?"

This remark caused dissatisfaction among other vendors nearby. They all worked hard, going through wind and rain, just to make a living.

Some of them are reluctant to spend money to rent a stall, while more of them have small businesses that do not require much space, so there is no need to spend money to rent a place.

The minimum rent for a stall was five hundred coins a month, but many of them could only earn two or three hundred coins a month.

It's really just a matter of making a living.

Does this woman mean that she can't even make a living?