7 days later.

Wei Yihong had dark circles under his eyes and a pale face.

Wei Guang walked in from outside, looking anxious.

“We found buyers who are asking for 15 coins per pound.”

Wei Yihong sneered, "That's quite a well-thought-out plan."

They bought these local pigs for 22 wen per jin (approximately 0.5 kg).

Wei Yihong rubbed his temples, looking somewhat troubled.

"Ah Guang, what do you think?"

Choose your words carefully.

Based on the current situation, pork prices may continue to fall.

I've already had many posts shared about how eating meat is good for your health.

We'll have to wait and see how it goes.

I think we need to make new plans.

It seems that the young owner of Baiweilou eventually found a buyer and sold off the pork to mitigate his losses in advance.

Our restaurant has purchased about 300 local pigs. If each pig weighs 180 jin, the price is 22 wen per jin.

Our restaurant has about 1,000 taels of silver in cash.

Wei Yihong pondered this repeatedly in his heart.

"Ah Guang, do you think we really have no chance?"

Should we hold on a little longer? I feel like the price of pork has dropped too strangely.

"Yes, sir, I think so too."

But if pork prices fall again in another 10 days, they will likely continue to drop.

We also have other businesses to do; it's a truly astonishing number.

He paused and looked at Wei Yihong.

I don't know if you, sir, can handle it.

Wei Yihong waved his hand.

"You handle this matter. The minimum price for pork must be at least 15 coins."

If they offer a price lower than this, then the deal is off.

Wei Guang turned and left.

Just as he was about to leave, the beaded curtain swayed, and a young and pretty woman walked out from behind.

Her voice was soft and charming.

"Master, leave this matter to Ah Guang. Don't worry about it anymore. Look at how long you've been suffering these past few days."

The youngest son suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started shouting and yelling in the room.

The second wife called out a few times.

"Chen'er, keep your voice down, your father needs to rest."

Wei Chen pouted, unconcerned, and said, "Don't you let people talk? Humph."

He ran out, but instead of making a sound, he made a lot of noise outside.

The third wife also brought in ginseng soup.

"Master, I see you've been working quite hard lately. I don't know much about business matters either. I'm just a woman. I've been busy in the kitchen simmering chicken soup for over an hour."

Why don't you try it first and see if it works?

The second wife frowned and said in a low voice, "Sister, the master has been too preoccupied with the business lately. Behave yourself tonight."

The third wife smiled broadly, her pretty, fair face beaming with joy.

Suddenly, the topic was changed.

"I've noticed that my sister's skin looks very moisturized lately."

I wonder what kind of rouge you're using, sister?

The second wife's expression shifted slightly, and she said solemnly:

"Sister, the master is the pillar of the family. Can you be a little more restrained at night?"

The third wife smiled broadly, her dark eyes seemingly radiating laughter.

"I understand, sir. Please drink this bowl of ginseng soup."

Wei Yihong looked at the ginseng soup in the bowl, which contained red fruit.

He frowned slightly.

It's medicinal cuisine again.

The third wife blew on it and gently stirred it with a porcelain spoon. "I tasted it and it's neither too salty nor too bland. I'll drink it while it's hot to nourish my body."

Wei Yihong was speechless, and scolded:

Even the village's donkeys and mules need to rest for a few days.

This ginseng soup is bitter, and drinking it makes one feel hot all over, greasy on the tongue, and dry in the mouth.

Don't do it again.

The third wife acted coquettishly.

"Oh, sir, I'm only doing this for your health."

"They stayed in the sweltering kitchen for this bowl of ginseng soup; their undershirts were soaked through. You can feel it if you don't believe me."

As she spoke, she leaned closer and snuggled into Wei Yihong's arms.

"She really is a vile woman," the second wife cursed inwardly.

He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but ever since he had a child, Wei Yihong rarely came into his room.

The third wife was in her prime, though she was only in her early twenties.

But she had never given birth, so she was slender, with delicate and smooth skin, and cheeks as white as fresh snow, or like a peeled lychee.

It is the envy of many.

He couldn't help but feel secretly jealous.

The second wife practically nestled into Wei Yihong's arms, causing the old man to feel a surge of desire.

The Third Madam clearly sensed Wei Yihong's change and chuckled.

She blew on it with her rosy lips, shook her head, and smiled with her eyes narrowed.

"Sir, you should try it, it's delicious and really nourishing."

Then he whispered:

"I put a deer in here..."

Wei Yihong scolded.

"I can't handle any more tonics. Your ginseng soup has made me feel weak and my mouth is dry. Please don't put any more random things in it. I don't need this."

It tastes awful.

Third Madam: "I know, I know, sir, please drink your soup first... please drink your soup first. I promise I won't put it in next time."

Wei Yihong took a small sip, pursed his lips, and said it was not bad.

Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.

Chen Xian discussed his plan to buy local pigs with Manager Jiang.

Manager Jiang was happy to help Chen Xian acquire some local pigs.

When he saw Chen Xian arrive with his men in the afternoon, he remained somewhat serious.

"Mr. Chen, it's not too late to back out now, but I still think that your acquisition of hundreds of pigs at once is too astonishing."

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