Chapter 90 The Best Mother-in-law's Handbook 12

For six or seven days in a row, the family spent almost all daytime in the wasteland.

Knowing that the horses and oxen should not be overworked, Feng Wu showed some mercy and allowed everyone to rest at home for a day.

There was really no rice to cook at home and she was short of money, so she had to find a way to make some money to fill her stomach.

She doesn't want to take care of the adults at home. She believes that several children cannot go hungry every day, otherwise they will definitely not grow tall. If they want to eat alone, they have to divide the house first.

Zhu Changdan has to be asked to step in to divide the family. Without this head of the family, the village elders will not listen to her.

This was the bad thing about the ancient times. If a woman wanted to live a good life, she would be restricted in what she did, and she didn't want to do anything too out of the ordinary and cause trouble.

Once I have cleared out all these burdens at home, life will be comfortable from now on. I can leave my father and son behind and live a good life alone behind closed doors.

So beautiful!

Lying on the bed, Feng Wu searched around the cave and his eyes fell on the box of gold bars.

This was in the previous world. Gao Nanting thought she liked collecting gold, so he would stuff the special gold bars from the bank into her small treasury whenever he had nothing to do. After accumulating them for most of her life, the small wooden box was almost filled with square gold bars.

She closed the lid and gave up the idea of exchanging it for money. These were all things that the stubborn old man had worked hard to save for her, and it would be a pity to sell them.

There are many ways to make money. My eyes caught sight of an antique-style handle mirror in the corner. It had a gilded shape of petals, and behind the mirror was a relief pattern of a blooming hibiscus.

Feng Wu's eyes lit up. This thing was a handicraft she and Gao Nanting bought when they went to travel to the ancient city. She didn't pay attention to it when she came back. She didn't expect that she accidentally threw it into the cave.

This thing is just a handicraft worth one or two hundred yuan in modern times. In a different time and space, it should be worth some money.

He found a piece of cloth, wrapped it carefully, put it in the basket, slung it over his right hand, and rushed to the village entrance to wait for the two little sisters he had made an appointment with.

Before she even walked out the door, two half-grown children, Jinbao and Xiaozao, came out from nowhere and immediately surrounded her. After getting to know her for these days, the two children seemed to be a little attached to her.

"Grandma, can I go to town with you?" Jinbao was a little bolder and asked while holding Fengwu's legs.

Feng Wu didn't want to bring the children to cause trouble for herself, so she smiled and refused, "No, I have something to do in town." After thinking for a moment, she softened her voice and coaxed, "I'll bring you some candied haws later. Just stay home and don't run around."

After sending the two children away, Feng Wu set off.

The oxcart was shaking and swaying, and time passed quickly as people on the cart chatted about family matters.

When they arrived in town, the sisters went to the vegetable market to sell the eggs they had hatched at home to earn some pocket money. Feng Wu was going in a different direction from them, so they agreed on a time and then went their separate ways.

Feng Wu searched two streets before he found a pawnshop with a spacious floor space.

The pawnshop counter was built high, but fortunately, my height was not short among the men. I stood in front of the counter and knocked on it.

The old man, fiddling with his abacus, squinted and looked over. Seeing a middle-aged man in plain clothes, he thought he was here to pawn his quilts and clothes again. He said in a calm tone, "Sorry, we don't accept quilts or other items."

"I'm not here to be a quilt." Feng Wu pretended to speak in a rough and hoarse voice so as not to arouse suspicion, and took out a black cloth bag from the basket.

The old man looked at the cloth bag in confusion. When the things inside were exposed to the light of day, he exclaimed and stood up, with light in his little eyes that he tried hard to open.

But he still understood the rules of the business. After obtaining the consent of the owner of the pawned item, he carefully picked up the long handle, followed by a gasp, "Young man, where did you get this thing? It doesn't look like something from our Daliang Country?" This thing was much clearer than the bronze mirror. It was the first time in all these years that he found a black mole smaller than a sesame seed just below his eyebrow in the mirror.

Today was really an eye-opener!

Feng Wu smiled and nodded. "This is something left by our ancestors. It's an imported item. If my father wasn't seriously ill, I wouldn't be willing to sell this heirloom."

The old man couldn't let go of it and kept touching it. He had never seen any of the craftsmanship on it before. As for the price of the pawn, it all depended on how the young man pawned it.

"Young man, this thing is really rare. I can't make a decision for the time being. Fortunately, the boss is here today, so I will take the thing to ask for the price. Are you at ease?" After all, this thing is a treasure, and it is understandable that the customer is reluctant to let it out of his eyes.

Feng Wu doesn't have this worry. She has her own way of selling things and her own way of fighting. She is not afraid of either.

Besides, Feng Wu felt that people at that time did not have the technology to make the same thing.

"Okay, thank you for making the trip!" Feng Wu felt that the old friend had a serious look in his eyes and a respectful tone.

When the old man came back, half an incense stick had passed. He smiled and asked Feng Wu, "I wonder if you are pawning alive or dead?"

"What if I'm alive? What if I'm dead?"

"The price for a living person is thirty taels of silver. You can take it out within the deadline. The price for a dead person is higher. You can offer thirty-five taels."

"Thirty-five taels, isn't that a bit too little? I don't have another piece like this in the whole of Daliang. If it were in Shangjing, there would be people vying for it."

The old man smiled awkwardly but politely, holding up four fingers and saying, "This is already the highest price. Prices in the capital are indeed high, but the journey is several hundred miles, and the fees are also high. Forty taels is already a lot."

The price was raised by five taels after bargaining. Feng Wu was not embarrassed. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and agreed. He reluctantly pawned the treasure and received forty taels.

It was still the same piece of black cloth, but this time it contained forty taels of silver.

She threw the cloth bag into the bamboo basket, and the things had actually gone into her cave. She carried the basket and walked through two dark alleys. When she came out again, Feng Wu was dressed as a woman again.

There was no food at home, so Fengwu went to the rice shop and weighed out 20 kilograms of white rice and 20 kilograms of wheat flour, and then went to the salt shop opened by the government office and weighed out 2 kilograms of coarse salt.

The things were not heavy, so Feng Wu carried them as he walked. He passed by a clothing store, went in and took a look around, and ordered four sets of autumn clothes and three sets of winter clothes. He also changed his original tattered cloth shoes into cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles. These alone cost him two cents of silver.

Since you are here to help the person who has the task live a happy life, you cannot let yourself down.

Feng Wu, who didn't want to let himself down, went to the butcher shop again and weighed a large piece of pork belly with skin. Seeing a large piece of white pork fat next to it, Feng Wu suddenly wanted to eat dumplings stuffed with pork fat.

People here don't seem to have something called dumplings, but they do have clear soup wontons.

It just so happened that Xiaozao picked a lot of wild shepherd's purse early this morning, so we have the filling for the dumplings.

He bought all five pounds of lard from the stall. The butcher helped him pack it into a sack and tied it tightly. The service was very thoughtful. Feng Wu did not bargain because he bought a lot. He paid the money and left with the goods.

My short-term life goal in the future is: no bargaining when buying things!