You are unlucky and I am tough

After staying for a while, the two prepared to go back. Wei Qinglang walked over consciously and carried Cheng Shuang on his back again.

"Okay, I'll get off and walk by myself." When they reached a road without mud, Cheng Shuang patted Wei Qinglang's shoulder and motioned her to put her down.

Wei Qinglang said, "Isn't it okay for me to carry you back?"

"Do you really enjoy being the center of gossip among the villagers?" Cheng Shuang put her arms around his neck and tightened her grip. "I'll strangle you to death, believe it or not."

"Do not believe."

Cheng Shuang was speechless, "Stop messing around and let me go"

"Have you heard the gossip that the villagers are talking about recently?" Wei Qinglang continued to stride forward to divert the attention of the person on his back.

"How can I have time to listen to other people's gossip?"

"We don't have time, but Xinyi does. She told me last night that someone in the village saw Wei Changgui going in and out of a gambling house in the county, and some women in the village were gossiping about whether he went there to gamble."

"No way?" Cheng Shuang's attention was drawn away. "They've only been in business for a short time, and they've sold all their land. Even if they can make some money, the whole family depends on that one shop. How could he have money to gamble?"

They had heard Wei Nanxing talk about Wei Changgui's business, saying that it was doing well in the city.

Rather than seeing them lose everything, Cheng Shuang hopes that they can do business properly, live a good life after making money and stop doing trouble.

It had only been a short time. If Wei Changgui really went to gamble, no matter how big the deal was, he would lose it sooner or later, and the family's peaceful days would be over.

"I've said it before. For someone like Wei Changgui, who would open a dyeing factory if given a little color, being poor is his lifeline. Once he has money, he'll be second in command to the emperor in the Golden Palace. Sooner or later, he'll bring about his own demise."

Cheng Shuang fell into deep thought and said after a while, "If he really has a gambling addiction, Nanxing and Xinyi must sever their ties with him."

Wei Qinglang nodded seriously, "I think so too."

As the two men were talking, several women working in the vegetable garden saw them and started shouting.

"What's going on? Why did Cheng Shuang let your man carry her on his back?"

"I saw you coming from a distance. Are you injured?"

Cheng Shuang quickly shook her legs and said, "Let me down quickly."

"I said I would carry you back."

Wei Qinglang shouted to the women, "Don't worry, the ground is muddy after the rain, and I'm afraid she'll get her dress and shoes dirty."

"Oh, it's good to love your wife."

"Yes, loving your wife will make you rich. All the young men in the village should learn from her."

Several women immediately praised

Wei Qinglang smiled and continued walking forward with the person on his back, attracting many eyes along the way. When someone asked him about it, he honestly said that he was afraid that the mud would dirty his wife's dress.

The villagers started joking, but they also understood that the clothes and shoes Cheng Shuang wore were made of good materials, and they would not be willing to step in the mud.

Cheng Shuang was completely speechless. Why did this guy love to show off so much? And then he just gave up and started to greet the villagers naturally.

When I met someone who had pickled sauerkraut at home, I told them directly that someone would be coming to pick it up soon. We had a very pleasant chat.

Anyway, as long as she is not embarrassed, if she is embarrassed, she can only find a hole to hide in.

As we were talking, people from Taibai Tower arrived.

Several children rushed over and shouted, "Many carriages are parked at the entrance of the village, and there are so many people."

Cheng Shuang smiled and said, "I came as soon as I said it."

Then he grabbed Wei Qinglang's neck and whispered, "Can you let me down now?"

The villagers suddenly became excited and rushed to the village entrance to see.

“I didn’t expect that someone would actually come to collect it.”

"I have over 500 kilograms of it at home. Can I really sell it all?"

"I weigh over 700 pounds."

"We don't have much, but I heard that Aunt Xu has several thousand kilograms at home."

A group of people rushed to the entrance of the village and saw that there was indeed a transport team of ten vehicles parked at the entrance, along with many young and strong men.

A middle-aged man in an indigo gown with a Taibai Tower badge tied around his waist stood at the front. When he saw a group of people coming, he stretched his neck to look.

When he saw Wei Qinglang and Cheng Shuang, his eyes lit up and he quickly walked towards them.

"It's Manager Xie." Wei Qinglang greeted him with a fist salute.

This Manager Xie was a servant of the Xie family, and took his master's surname. The two parties had met at Taibai Tower.

Xie Guanshi returned the greeting, "Mr. Wei, I'm here to collect pickled vegetables from the village on the orders of the master."

Wei Qinglang nodded. "The vegetables are all in the villagers' homes. If we have enough people, we can just use a cart to bring them out and weigh them. The price we agreed with your boss is 20 wen per pound."

It used to be 25 wen per catty because the quantity was small, but now that the quantity is large, the price has dropped to 20 wen.

Upon hearing this, those who had pickled vegetables at home immediately gathered around. Li, carrying a bamboo basket, shouted at the top of her voice, "Boss, my pickled vegetables are really good. I picked some fried meat yesterday and it was delicious. Come to my house first to collect them. I have 400 kilograms."

"I have over 600 kilograms of pickled vegetables at home. They are so delicious. Come to my house first."

"I have two large vats at home too. I have a cart and I'm going to go back and move them out now."

The scene was noisy and about to break out. Cheng Shuang said loudly, "Don't worry, uncles and aunts. Manager Xie has brought enough people. Please come one by one."

Manager Xie also cleared his throat and pulled out a blank booklet from his pocket. "Don't worry, fellow villagers. Our boss said we'll take as much as we can. If we can't collect it all at once, come back tomorrow!"

The onlookers cheered, and some of them had already squeezed out of the crowd and ran back home. They couldn't wait to queue up for the restaurant staff to come and move the food, so they called their family members to bring it over first.

Manager Xie arranged the staff to go from house to house. Every time they arrived at a house, there were people gathered around to join in the fun, and it was very noisy.

Some people brought it over themselves, saving Manager Xie time. Jars of pickled cabbage were brought to the village entrance, and when they were weighed, someone would always shout, "Raise the scale higher."

After working for a long time, everyone who received the money was grinning from ear to ear.

Xu Sanpo's family and Cheng Daming's family pickled the most, with more than 4,000 kilograms each. They kept some for themselves and sold the rest, earning more than 80 taels of silver.

Then the headman's family sold more than a thousand kilograms, and the other families sold about seven or eight thousand kilograms in total. The villagers who did not join in the planting were so envious that their eyes turned red.

As soon as the convoy from Taibailou left, people from the village came to the door with things.

"Take these things."

The first person to come was Xu Sanpo, who brought a basket full of duck eggs and a bucket of small fish.

Cheng Shuang quickly declined: "Grandma Xu, this is unacceptable..."

Grandma Xu San's face was furious. "You sold us the vegetable seeds, you taught us how to pickle the sauerkraut, and you also arranged for the restaurant to buy the vegetables. You don't even take these small things. You are looking down on me, an old woman."

Cheng Daming was even more down-to-earth. He carried half a pig from the pork that had not yet been braised at home, shocking Cheng Shuang so much that her jaw almost dropped.

"Uncle Daming, this is too much to eat." Wei Qinglang was also stunned.

"You can eat it, braise it, or dry it into bacon." After saying that, Cheng Daming ran away quickly, fearing that they would not accept it.

Wei Qinglang turned to his family and said, "Now we don't have to buy pork for a long time."

Next, more villagers came to deliver things to the house.

Home-raised chickens and ducks, fresh eggs, a basket of vegetables, corn and flour, wild fruits picked from the mountains, and dried fish.

Almost everyone who sold sauerkraut gave something as a gift. Cheng Lizheng was busy preparing for tomorrow's banquet at home, so he asked Cheng Xinan to send over a jar of honey.