"He earned money but didn't hand it over! At such a young age, he's already learned to hide it!"

As he spoke, he was about to hit Hu Xiaosi with the broom again.

Hu Xiaosan and several little kids were watering the vegetables in the back room when they heard the noise and rushed over.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Hu Xiaosan grabbed the broom.

The other children were either clinging to his leg or pulling at his clothes.

"You've gone too far! You unfilial children dare to lay a hand on your own mother!"

Hu Xiaosi got up from the ground and stared coldly at Xiuxiu's mother: "Third Brother, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, let her go."

Hu Xiaosan and his companions were taken aback and had no choice but to let go.

"Hmph! At least you still have some conscience." Xiuxiu's mother stretched out her hand: "Give me all the money!"

Hu Xiaosi took out a small handkerchief from his pocket, threw it hard on the ground with a bang, scattering two large strings of copper coins and some loose copper coins.

Hu Xiaosi said, "There are 370 coins here. If Mother wants to take them, then take them! But since Mother doesn't like me going out to earn money, then I will never go out to sell goods again."

Xiuxiu's mother, who was happily anticipating making money, suddenly froze. She had only sold twice and already earned 370 coins. If she sold more...

Hu Xiaosi continued, "Also, Third Brother no longer works in the workshop. He's out of work."

"What?" Xiuxiu's mother's eyes widened. "Impossible."

"If you don't believe me, go ask them!"

Xiuxiu's mother was stunned for a moment, then ran out the door like a madwoman.

Although Xiao Si has earned a few hundred coins to take home, when she was chatting with people under the banyan tree, she heard the men working in the furniture workshop say that they were only allowed to make three or four thousand small pieces of furniture.

Next, we'll make the large furniture.

Even if she were completely ignorant, she would know that large furniture could not possibly be sold at a stall.

So even if Xiao Si wanted to sell small stools, he wouldn't have any left!

If he can sell it three or four more times, it's already a blessing from his ancestors.

Besides, with so many people rushing to buy the goods and so many people selling them together, how can Xiao Si possibly make any money?

How could a little kid like him possibly beat an adult?

This is just a short-lived windfall!

The entire Hu family relies on the mistress's wages to survive!

Now they're telling her she's lost her job?

Good heavens!

Xiuxiu's mother ran to find Ye Caiping, but Shanzi wouldn't let her in, saying that Ye Caiping wasn't there.

Because Ye Caiping had instructed that if Xiuxiu's mother came, she should be stopped.

Xiuxiu's mother was frantic: "My mistress isn't working at the workshop anymore? Why?!"

Shanzi smiled insincerely: "Who knows? Auntie can ask Brother Zhao Fan about the workshop; he's in charge of the spicy soup workshop. Madam Ye is very busy; she doesn't have time to deal with such trivial matters."

Xiuxiu's mother hurriedly ran to the spicy soup workshop to make a scene.

Ye Bajin and Zhao Shuisheng stopped her from entering.

Xiuxiu's mother simply sat down on the ground, slapped her thigh, and cried, "This is too much!"

“We are an orphan and a widow, with the old, the weak, and the young. Our daughter, who married into a wealthy family, is an ungrateful wretch. The whole family depends on this little bit of wages to survive.”

"You actually fired him? Aren't you trying to kill us?"

The workshop employees wanted to see, but dared not leave their posts.

Villagers living nearby gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Zhao Fan strode over: "The mistress didn't do it herself, no one fired her."

Xiuxiu's mother shook her head: "Impossible, is my mistress an idiot?"

Zhao Fan said, "He said he was going to sell goods with Xiao Si. Believe it or not, it's up to you. Brother Bajin, Brother Shuisheng, close the door and don't let her in."

There's no need to argue with her about this; just close the door.

Ye Bajin and his companion pushed Xiuxiu's mother out and closed the door tightly.

Xiuxiu's mother felt like her whole body was about to shatter.

I stumbled home, my steps uneven.

She saw several little kids sitting in the yard, staring blankly at her.

Hu Xiaosan and Hu Xiaosi sat in the middle, their eyes cold.

Upon seeing them, Xiuxiu's mother flew into a rage, grabbed a broom, and lashed out at the two brothers.

"You two are disgusting! Are you trying to drag your whole family to their deaths?"

Hu Xiaosi shoved away the broom she swung at him, pointing to the ground where the money he had thrown there still lay:

"I'll just ask you one question: are you going to take this money or not? If you do, I'll never sell goods again!"

Xiuxiu's vision went black.

Of course she wanted the money, but if the mistress lost her job and the fourth mistress didn't go out to sell goods, the family would really have no income.

Now, it's all about earning what you can.

Xiuxiu's mother was furious.

I was completely outmaneuvered by my eight-year-old son!

She strode into the house and slammed the door shut.

...

The next day, the Hu brothers continued to drive their oxcart, pulling a cart full of small stools and some small tea tables, along the village road.

Along the way, they saw several fellow villagers pushing furniture on handcarts.

Hu Xiaosan sighed softly, "It's too difficult to sell with so many people at the same time."

Hu Xiaosi said, "We have oxcarts, so we can go further and sell in the prefectural city. Let them take the county town."

"But the prefectural city is too far away, and we are too young." Hu Xiaosan was afraid of being bullied.

"Don't worry! I heard that after Magistrate Lu framed Aunt Ping with the story of a notorious bandit, the Prefect has been working hard, and the bad guys on the street don't dare to show their faces."

"Wow, I see. Let's go to the prefectural city then. But what will we do after we sell all this small furniture?"

"If we can't sell furniture, we can sell something else. Let's be little peddlers! Hehe!"

After selling the small stools, Hu Xiaosi realized that selling things was actually so easy.

Hu Xiaosan looked puzzled. Was it that simple? He didn't think so.

...

Qinghe Village was particularly lively today, with everyone focused on selling small furniture.

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