You are unlucky and I am tough

Next, people came to the house one after another to buy seeds. More than 30 bags were sold, which means more than 30 families came.

Twenty cents was not cheap for many people in the village, but because of the headman's words, the villagers believed that the mustard greens must be good stuff.

Cheng Pan and Wei Xinyi were counting copper coins in the yard. After counting the more than 600 copper coins on the table, they strung them together in strings of 100 with a rope.

Seeing so many vegetable seeds sold, Cheng Pan asked with some concern, "Sister, do we have any left after selling so many?"

Cheng Shuang sat on a chair, crossed her legs, and leisurely ate preserved fruit. "Don't worry, I've saved some seeds for our own use."

As he was speaking, there was another knock on the door in the yard. Cheng Shuang turned around and saw Zhao Daya cautiously poking her head in.

Zhao Daya's eyes first looked around the yard, then her gaze fell on the copper coins on the table, and her eyes lit up instantly.

Then she found that Cheng Shuang was squinting at her.

Zhao Daya walked in with a chuckle, "Cheng Shuang, I'm here to buy vegetable seeds. I heard you brought back a kind of mustard seeds from the capital."

When Zhao Daya came back from selling braised meat today, she heard the women in the village saying that they could buy mustard seeds from Cheng Shuang's house. She didn't know what mustard seeds were, but the village chief said it was a good thing.

Seeing that many families bought some to plant, Zhao Daya felt that she would be at a great loss if she didn't buy some. Although the price of twenty cents made her feel like bleeding, she still came running over.

"Yeah." Cheng Shuang responded lazily. She didn't forget that Zhao Daya had scolded their family every few days, and she didn't hide the dislike on her face at all.

"So many copper coins."

Zhao Daya's eyes kept turning around the copper plate on the table, "Cheng Shuang, did you bring a lot of vegetable seeds from the capital? Do you have any other ones you can sell to Auntie?"

"No." Cheng Shuang said briefly, still sitting firmly in her chair, with no intention of getting up. She said, "Xinyi, get Aunt Zhao a bag of vegetable seeds."

Wei Xinyi took a bag of vegetable seeds from the basket and ran over, holding out her hand. "Twenty copper coins."

Zhao Daya grabbed a handful of copper coins from her purse with a painful look on her face and began to count them. She stopped when she counted to fifteen and put the money in Wei Xinyi's hand.

Then she reached out and took the vegetable seeds, saying shamelessly, "We are all from the same village, so I'll give them to you at a discount, fifteen cents."

Wei Xinyi turned to look at Cheng Shuang. She had no say in the matter. She didn't know whether she should give the five cents short.

Cheng Shuang stood up and said calmly, "Xinyi, return the money to her. We won't sell it anymore."

Wei Xinyi immediately returned the money and wanted to take the vegetable seeds back, but Zhao Daya held on to them tightly.

“Why don’t you sell it anymore?”

Zhao Daya was furious. "You've sold so much and made so much money. What's wrong with being short of five cents? My aunt's family is poor, can't you take care of them?"

"If you're poor, don't buy it." Cheng Shuang took a few steps forward and snatched the vegetable seeds back. "Why should I take care of your family? Twenty copper coins, not a copper coin less. Take it or leave it. If you don't want it, please take it back."

Zhao Daya put her hands on her hips and said, "You, I am your elder after all. What's your attitude? I don't want me to come to your house for any reason. I just want you to pay a few cents less. We are from the same village. Why are you so stingy?"

"Where did you hear I'm generous?" Cheng Shuang rolled her eyes. "I'm just stingy."

Zhao Daya was a person who would scoop up a few drops of rainwater to make tea. When she saw that she couldn't get the advantage, she became even more anxious. She stepped forward and reached out to grab Cheng Shuang's hand to beg her softly. Anyway, as long as she could save a few copper coins, it would be fine.

Cheng Shuang dodged and stepped back. Suddenly, she smelled a strange smell on Zhao Daya and covered her nose. She looked at her with disgust and said, "You haven't taken a shower in a few days. What's that smell?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daya quickly lowered her head and smelled herself, and found that it was the smell of braised meat spices. She stepped back guiltily for fear that Cheng Shuang would smell it.

Zhao Daya not only smelled of braised meat, but also of sweat from not having showered for days. These past few days, when she was at home, she would close the kitchen door and cook the braised meat. When she went to town to sell the braised meat, she would stay by the stove until it was already steeped in flavor.

In addition, the weather was hot and I sweated every day without taking a shower. The combined smell was so nauseating.

Seeing that Cheng Shuang was unwilling to sell her less, Zhao Daya was afraid that the smell of braised meat on her body would be discovered, so she left a message saying "I won't sell it to you" and ran away.

On the way back, she told everyone she met that Cheng Shuang was dishonest in making money from the villagers. She sold a bag of vegetable seeds for twenty cents, and the table at home was piled with copper coins. Anyone who bought her vegetable seeds would be giving her money.

Cheng Shuang didn't know all this, because she became suspicious when she saw Zhao Daya's fleeing back, and then she remembered why the strange smell on Zhao Daya's body seemed a little familiar, as if it was the smell of spices from braised meat.

Realizing something, Cheng Shuang immediately went to look at the marinade package. The last time she made the braised food, she fished out the package, dried it, and stored it. She also filtered the braising liquid, boiled it every day, and kept it properly. The day before yesterday, when Cheng Zhengde and his wife made the braised food, she used the package again.

After hanging the braised chicken and duck to dry last night, she was ready to pour out the braising liquid, thinking that if she wanted to eat braised meat in the future, she could go to the village head's house to buy it and wouldn't have to make it herself. However, Cheng Pan suggested not to pour it out yet, and to save it for adding to the noodles as seasoning when cooking them.

Cheng Shuang found a spoon to scoop out the spice packets. She remembered that she had put six packets in, but she hadn't noticed before. Now that she had taken them all out, she saw that there were only five packets.

Thinking of the burglary at home not long ago, Cheng Shuang frowned. It turned out that what was stolen that night was the spice bag.

She went out with a cold face. Instead of going directly to Cheng Dafu's house, she ran to the Qiaotou Intelligence Station at the entrance of the village. After sitting there for a while, she found out what had happened in the village in the past few days.

For example, Cheng Yong, who lives by the lotus pond in the village, had his underwear blown to the next yard by the wind a few days ago. As a result, Cheng Yong's wife suspected that the widow next door had something going on with Cheng Yong, and the two families have been arguing for several days.

Yesterday morning, Cheng Yong’s wife saw with her own eyes that her underwear was blown into the next yard, and the matter was finally settled.

For example, the day before yesterday morning when Li was washing clothes, she picked up two duck eggs in the grass. A family next door raised ducks and said the eggs were theirs. Li refused to give them and they started fighting. In the end, no one got the two duck eggs and they all fell on each other.

Some questions were also asked about Cheng Dafu's family. The villagers said that Cheng Dafu and his wife had been doing some kind of business recently. They paid Cheng Laicai five cents every day to pick them up and take them to the town. The things in the car were covered with cloth, looking mysterious. Several women went to the house to inquire about it, but were scolded by Zhao Daya.

Although the villagers didn't know what they were doing specifically, they all said that they must have made a lot of money. They ate meat at home every day, and the aroma of the meat wafted from far away. In addition, Cheng Pingshun had changed his whole body and showed off the delicious food to the children in the village every day.

"There's a donkey cart coming. Hey, isn't Cheng Shuang your man?"

Cheng Shuang was gathering information when a sharp-eyed old lady saw a donkey cart coming back and immediately shouted.

Cheng Shuang looked over and saw that it was Wei Qinglang who had returned.

After the donkey cart crossed the bridge, Wei Qinglang, who was driving, saw Cheng Shuang mixed in with a group of old ladies. He stopped the cart and looked puzzled.

"What are you...doing here?"

"Sister, why are you here?"

"Is the eldest sister here to pick us up?"

Cheng Chen and Cheng Xu spoke one after another.

Cheng Shuang stuffed the melon seeds in her hand into the hand of the old lady next to her, quickly stood up, patted her clothes, jumped over and jumped onto the donkey cart to sit with Wei Qinglang.

"It's okay, go home."

Under the gossiping gaze of a group of old ladies, the donkey cart slowly moved away.

Wei Qinglang drove the car skillfully, leaning towards Cheng Shuang and lowering his voice, "When did you join the village intelligence station? Is it a new tactic? If you can't beat them, then join them?"

Cheng Shuang glanced at him sideways, but thinking of what she had heard, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I know who the thief was last time."

Then he muttered to himself and told Wei Qinglang about Zhao Daya's visit today and what he had just found out.

Wei Qinglang frowned as he heard this. That bastard Cheng Dafu actually broke into his house and shamelessly used the stolen formula to make money?