“Okay.” Qiao Lian’er readily agreed: “However, before I teach you, I want you to promise me one thing first.”

Upon hearing this, Madam Shen began to mock again: "There was definitely something fishy going on. I knew you wouldn't teach everyone for nothing. You're so young, yet you've got so many ideas. How can you be so selfish? What will you be like when you grow up?"

Ms. Chen: "Yes, you're not going to ask everyone for money, are you? Everyone hasn't even made any money yet, and you're already asking everyone for money. Where's your face?"

Treating speculation as fact, and then using this so-called fact to attack her, Qiao Lian'er is laughable; she's either stupid or malicious.

Sure enough, under such instigation, unease appeared on the faces of the villagers.

"Did I say I was asking everyone for money? Which ear of yours heard me say that?"

Qiao Lian'er said, "The Song family is causing trouble. In order to let everyone earn this money in peace, I think we should invite them back to their home first."

Sure enough, once they heard that it was free, everyone sided with Qiao Lian'er again.

The three Song brothers rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward, ready to take action.

The villagers also gathered around the Song family.

Old Mrs. Song, like an angry hen, waved her hands and clucked, "Hey, what are you doing? Don't forget that you know how to make money because of our Song family. You can't be ungrateful!"

The villagers said, "Then shut up."

“If I hear another word of nonsense from your family, I’ll tie you all up and roll you down from here.”

Now, the Song family really didn't dare to say anything.

The first time is usually a warning, and once people see that it has an effect, they let them off the hook for the time being.

Now there was silence and no noise. Qiao Lian'er then said, "When you take the fried mushrooms to town to sell, you must not tell the wealthy families that they are mushrooms from the mountain. Otherwise, you will not only fail to sell them for money, but you may also face execution."

Everyone suddenly realized, "Yes, not only in the village, but also in the town and the county, mushrooms are considered poisonous. People turn pale at the mere mention of mushrooms."

Grandma Qiao nodded, "It has to be Lian'er. Lian'er is so thoughtful."

The Song family's eyes darted around again.

Qiao Lian'er knew they might be thinking about something dangerous, and gave a cold laugh.

“If anyone dares to leak this information, we’ll say who sold these things to us and make their family take the blame. The whole family will kneel together and be beheaded. That would be quite a sight.”

Upon hearing this, the Song family felt a chill run down their spines and quickly shrank their necks.

"Good, we have to do it this way to deter those with ill intentions." A villager glanced sideways at the Song family's behavior, thinking that they were probably planning to resort to underhanded tactics if they couldn't outsell the villagers.

What kind of people would kick out a daughter-in-law who has worked so hard to give birth to a son and a daughter and has been dutiful and patient?

“Lian’er, we’ve remembered what you said, and we will do exactly as you say. Now we can teach everyone how to identify mushrooms, right?” someone said.

“We still need to make some more preparations,” Qiao Lian’er said.

"What else do we need to prepare? The mushrooms are right on the mountaintop, they'll just teach us directly." Some villagers couldn't contain their eagerness.

Qiao Lian'er looked around at everyone: "Some families here have sent several people, while half of the families in the village have not sent a single person. If I teach you, and then other villagers come to me for instruction tomorrow or the day after, that would be too much trouble."

"How about this, you all go home, and each family chooses one person with the best memory and the fastest learning ability. They will meet here and it will take no more than half an hour."