Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

Wang Qing'er smiled and said, "Dad, take a few more pounds with you, and let the shopkeeper give some to the customers to try. If we can really sell two sets a day, the cost will be reduced a lot. Anyway, the braising liquid gets more and more fragrant the longer it's used, and one pot of braising liquid can braise a lot of offal. In winter, one pot of braising liquid can be used for several days."

Old Man Mu suddenly realized: "Then according to what you're saying, the cost isn't that high."

At this moment, Mu Xiao, like a firecracker that had been lit, excitedly shouted, "Mom, sister-in-law, I have some amazing news to tell you! All the mushrooms and bamboo shoots for today are sold out! Manager Li from the restaurant said that he wants us to send some more bamboo shoots and mushrooms over tomorrow. From now on, we can send them over every day as long as we have them!"

Wang Cuiying eagerly pressed on, "Sold out? What was the price? Was it sold at the price your sister-in-law set?"

Mu Xiao, however, kept everyone in suspense, saying mysteriously, "Guess?"

Wang Cuiying was getting impatient and annoyed, and scolded, "You brat, just say it, stop with all that nonsense!"

Mu Xiao then said with a smile, "Bamboo shoots are six coins each, and mushrooms are ten coins each."

Wang Cuiying's mouth dropped open in surprise, wide enough to fit an egg. "Huh? How come it's two coins more expensive?"

Mu Xiao said with a hint of smugness, "Manager Li tasted the bamboo shoots and mushrooms we brought. As soon as I saw his expression, I knew that something was going to happen. So I immediately raised the price of each item by two coins and told him that these bamboo shoots and mushrooms are only available for a few months each year and are rare items. I didn't expect Manager Li to agree without saying a word."

While listening to Mu Xiao's animated account of selling bamboo shoots and mushrooms, Wang Qing'er buried her head in her food and wolfed it down. She had already guessed that the bamboo shoots and mushrooms had sold, but she didn't expect Mu Xiao to raise the price.

As if by magic, Old Man Mu pulled out a money pouch and carefully handed it to Madam Zhou. "Mother, this is the money I earned today from selling vegetables, bamboo shoots, and mushrooms, totaling six hundred coins."

Zhou couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Wow! They actually sold it for so much money?"

Old Man Mu beamed with joy, “Mother, there will be even more tomorrow. We’ve gathered about thirty catties of mushrooms today, and we’ll take sixty catties of bamboo shoots with us tomorrow, along with some greens. We should be able to sell them for seven or eight hundred coins tomorrow.”

Mu Xiao couldn't hide her excitement. "Manager Li said that his boss owns more than just this one restaurant. If these mushrooms and bamboo shoots sell well, his son runs a restaurant in the next town, and he will also ask us to buy bamboo shoots and mushrooms. He also told us that if we have any new dishes, we must send them to their restaurant first."

Mu Lin sat on the stool with a satisfied look on his face. "The potato slices that my sister-in-law stir-fried tonight are absolutely amazing. They are so delicious that they will definitely be a bestseller."

Mu Qin chimed in, "That's right, and so is that chili pepper."

Mu Yao ate happily and said with a joyful heart, "Second Uncle, my mother also bought a lot of vegetable seeds. When the vegetables grow, we can sell them for money."

"Cough cough cough..." When Wang Qing'er heard Mu Yao call her mother, she was so startled that she almost spat out a mouthful of food all over the table, and she coughed incessantly.

She had just eaten a chili pepper, and now her throat felt like it was on fire, the pain was unbearable, and she almost choked on her tears.

Seeing this, Mu Nan quickly put down her chopsticks and gently patted her back to help her catch her breath, asking with concern, "Qing'er, are you alright?"

"Cough cough cough... Brother Mu Nan, I'm fine." She waved her hand as she spoke.

Inwardly, however, she groaned, "Oh my god! I've become a mother without even realizing it! And a mother who's only sixteen years old!"

"Mother, what's wrong?" Mu Yao asked her with concern.

"Ah? Yao'er, I'm fine." She hurriedly picked up a potato slice with her chopsticks and put it in Yao'er's bowl, then gave her a smile that looked more like a grimace.

She secretly wondered, "What's wrong with this child? Why is she suddenly calling me 'Mom'? Just a few days ago I was a little afraid of her, but now she's calling me 'Auntie.' This girl's change is too fast, isn't it?"

"Thank you, Mother!" the little girl said sweetly, then gave Wang Qing'er a smile as bright as a spring flower in bloom.

Wang Qing'er felt a chill rise up her spine and shivered involuntarily. "Yao'er, be good and eat quickly."

The rest of the Mu family didn't find anything unusual. When they heard Yao'er call Wang Qing'er "mother" and saw that the little girl accepted Wang Qing'er so quickly, they were all overjoyed.

Mu Yao's biological mother abandoned her when she was one year old, so Mu Yao had no memory of her biological mother and had no concept of the meaning of the title "mother".

Liu Xiaoya, who usually plays with her, always chatters on and on about how her mother often buys her candy, cooks her delicious food, and makes her new clothes.

Since Wang Qing'er came to this family, she has always tried to cook delicious food for herself, and she even puts meat on her plate. Today she bought herself candy, and Grandma said she also bought her some cloth to make new clothes.

Great-grandmother and grandmother both said that this woman was her mother. She carefully compared the mothers mentioned by Wang Qing'er and Liu Xiaoya in her mind and felt that the two were exactly the same, which led to the scene above.

After the family finished their meal, they sat together again to peel bamboo shoots. Now that Wang Cuiying had also learned how to cook bamboo shoots, Wang Qing'er became the one to help out.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Wang Qing, like an ant on a hot pan, couldn't wait to ask Mu Nan to take her to the mountains to dig ginger.

Along the way, she picked up mushrooms one by one and put them into her basket.

After the two crossed two hills, Mu Nan, like a triumphant general, pointed to the patch of wild ginger ahead and said, "We've arrived."

Wang Qing'er's mouth dropped open in excitement when she saw the large patch of ginger in front of her. "Wow! So much? Brother Mu Nan, have you dug this up before?"

“Yes, we dig some up to sell every year.” Mu Nan said, and then, like a diligent little bee, she began to dig.

Wang Qing'er began to look around. Suddenly, she saw a small branch, like a mischievous child, sticking out of the grass, covered with small ruby-like fruits.

As she approached, she exclaimed with delight, "Wow! Goat milk fruit! Sweet and sour goat milk fruit!"

She was overjoyed and wanted to reach out and pick them, but like a child who can't reach the stars in the sky, she stood on tiptoe for a long time but couldn't pick a single one.

Mu Nan, who was digging ginger, looked up and saw this scene. A slight smile appeared on her lips. She walked behind Wang Qing'er and said softly, "Let me do it!"

After saying that, he reached out and gently pulled, and the small branch full of goat milk fruit obediently drooped down like a well-behaved child.

Wang Qing'er hurriedly picked one, and like a hungry little animal, threw it into her mouth, saying with satisfaction, "Mmm, so sweet!"