Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

The village chief stood in the crowd, his ears filled with the villagers' murmurs and foul curses.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he looked worriedly in the direction where the Wang family girls were.

The Wang family's maids stood there expressionless, as if the words of those around them had nothing to do with them.

However, Wang the Cripple was, after all, their father, and although the girls did not show the slightest sign of sadness or grief at this moment.

But the village chief knew that when they heard the villagers so brazenly insulting their father, how could they not feel pain deep in their hearts?

But the villagers' curses showed no signs of stopping; instead, they grew even more intense, with all sorts of extremely offensive words reaching everyone's ears.

The village chief grew increasingly worried, fearing that the girls might harbor resentment towards the villagers because of this incident.

Unable to bear it any longer, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Enough! The man is already dead, and you're still here babbling on and on. What do you want? I don't think you guys are any better than that cripple Wang!"

The village chief's sudden roar silenced the previously noisy scene instantly.

The villagers all turned to look at the village chief, and when they saw his angry face, they realized that he was furious, so they obediently shut their mouths and stopped talking.

They simply remained gathered around, curiously observing how things would unfold.

After calming down a bit, the village chief turned to Cuiying and Mu Nan's wife, and asked in a gentler tone:

"Now that Wang the Cripple is dead, no one will bother you anymore. So, Cuiying and Mu Nan, are you really sure you want to buy these two sisters?"

As he said this, a hint of expectation appeared in the village chief's eyes.

In truth, he still very much hoped that the Mu family could successfully buy these Wang family girls.

Firstly, everyone knows each other well; secondly, given the character and integrity of the Mu family, they certainly won't mistreat them.

At most, they would ask their sisters to help with some farm work, which was not difficult for them at all; they were already used to doing it at home.

Furthermore, living in the Mu family would mean never having to worry about food or drink; their lives might even be better than when their parents were alive.

Since the Mu family hired several aunts to help with chores, the news spread like wildfire throughout the village.

Everyone secretly believed that the Mu family must have made a fortune selling braised meat!

You should know that the braised meat sold at the entrance of Fuxianglou Restaurant in that town is quite expensive, so expensive that ordinary families can't afford it.

Even so, occasionally someone in the village would grit their teeth and steel themselves to buy a little bit to try.

After all, the aroma of that braised meat was simply irresistible.

Speaking of this braised meat, the villagers were fortunate enough to taste it once when Muxia got married.

Oh my, they still can't forget that wonderful taste!

"Qing'er, what are you really thinking? Are you really going to buy it?" Wang Cuiying asked her daughter-in-law.

Wang Cuiying wasn't heartless; the child was indeed pitiful, and besides, the family had originally planned to hire more help.

Buying them wouldn't be a bad idea.

Although the parents of those children weren't great, the children themselves weren't morally corrupt; they were all people from the same village who knew each other well.

Moreover, those three older children are all very capable, whether they are doing housework at home or working in the fields!

"Mother, I want to buy them." Wang Qing'er looked at her mother-in-law with a determined gaze and nodded, stating her decision.

Standing to the side, Wang Cuiying frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Qing'er, those little ones really can't do anything if we buy them, and we'll have to support them. Besides, they're so expensive. Why don't we just buy the three big ones?"

Wang Cuiying didn't really not want to buy three hours; she just wanted to negotiate a price with the broker.

She knew very well that although the family had money now, it didn't come from thin air, and she couldn't waste it.

After all, those years of poverty were truly unforgettable, so we had to be careful with everything and save as much as we could.

Upon hearing this, the slave trader quickly spoke up:

"Auntie, if you buy this little one and raise it well for a few years, it will naturally be able to help with chores when it grows up. Besides, children raised from a young age are very obedient."

Wang Cuiying remained unmoved and insisted on her idea: "That's true, but that's several years from now. Who knows what will happen in the future? Anyway, I only want those three big ones. If you are not willing to sell, then we don't want the land and the house either."

She paused, as if suddenly remembering something, then slapped her forehead and said:

"Oh! By the way, someone just died in this house. It's so unlucky. I reckon that apart from our family, no one else would want a house like this."

She deliberately mentioned that someone had died in the house and it was considered unlucky, hoping to use this to lower the price.

Wang Qing'er could tell that her mother-in-law was going to start a price war, so she stood aside and didn't say anything.

"Auntie, how about this? Those three little girls were originally supposed to cost 160 taels of silver, but I'll only charge you 150 taels now. As for the house, it's really not worth much, so I'll just give it to you as a free gift!"

"And what about the price of this land? Let's calculate it based on the usual price for buying and selling land in the village. What do you think?"

There was a hint of urgency in the broker's tone.

He had his own plans: firstly, it would be difficult to sell these girls for a good price after taking them back; secondly, if he sold the land and house to people from other villages, probably no one would be willing to take them on.

They could only sell to villagers in the village, but the problem was that almost every household in the village had already received enough land from the government.

Even those families with less land usually choose to cultivate wasteland themselves, and very few are willing to spend a lot of money to buy additional land.

Moreover, their brokerage firm still has dozens of acres of land in this village that they haven't sold yet.

These were all sold to their brokerage firm by families who had moved away from the village earlier, at very low prices.

Seeing that it was about time, Wang Cuiying stopped talking and tugged at her daughter-in-law's sleeve, signaling that she could buy it.

After understanding, Wang Qing'er did not immediately respond to the broker's suggestion.

Instead, she turned to the village chief and asked, "Uncle Village Chief, do you know the condition of the Wang family's fields?"