Chapter 53 Shen Qing's Decision

Of course Shen Qing would not tell anyone about the mall and other things. She looked into the distance and sighed slowly: "You two may not believe me, but I had a dream. In the dream, we were fleeing from a flood. It was hard and difficult. Our Jiang family died one after another and we were almost extinct.

Maybe because they felt sorry for us, a Bodhisattva guided me in my dream and taught me several skills to make money. I used to buy brushes for young men, and I knew they were expensive, so I followed the instructions and sold them in a stationery shop, and that's how I made money.

Don't worry, this money is not from an illegal source."

Hearing that the money was not of ill-gotten origin, Jiang Yang and his daughter Jiang Ying both breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon hearing that it was the Bodhisattva's guidance in her dream, Jiang Ying's first reaction was joy. She blurted out praise, "Sister-in-law, no wonder you treat Xiaoyu differently. You really didn't let the Bodhisattva down!"

After saying that, he scratched his head embarrassedly.

It’s not her fault that she can’t speak, but the sister-in-law in the past would never care about Xiaoyu, let alone help her leave the Liu family and take her home!

Yesterday, the whole family couldn't figure it out, but today we finally understand. No wonder! With the guidance of the Bodhisattva, how could one not be transformed?

Shen Qing didn't expect Jiang Ying to be so receptive. She asked hesitantly, "Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"

Jiang Ying patted her shoulder generously and said loudly: "The brush didn't appear out of thin air. I'll see it again in the future. You can't lie to me for long."

Besides, it was originally a concern among family members. She didn't want to lie to them with excuses. If something really happened, she would have to bear the consequences alone.

Shen Qing: ...Shouldn't I be concerned about how to make the brush, how much money I can make, or even whether I can help her make money? Or question the authenticity of the Bodhisattva's dream.

She looked at Mr. Jiang Er, who used to be a bodyguard and had seen a lot of things. The excuse of the Bodhisattva's dream might fool Jiang Ying, but it might not fool him.

Master Jiang asked solemnly, "Is there really a flood? When? Is it serious enough to require evacuation?"

Shen Qing: "...Summer rainstorms destroyed riverbanks, collapsed houses, and washed away not only crops but also the soil in the fields. The same was true for livestock."

Jiang Yang is the village chief. If he takes this seriously, can we make plans ahead of time? Especially setting off early! This way, we won't have to crowd in with the other victims, greatly reducing the danger.

However, "Second Uncle, this is just a dream I had. I don't know whether it's true or not. You..."

Jiang Yang nodded affirmatively: "I understand, the flood is a matter of great importance. Regardless of whether those officials believe it in their hearts or not, for the sake of maintaining stability they will definitely accuse us of spreading false rumors and misleading the public!

Yingzi and I will not tell anyone else about this matter."

He looked at Jiang Ying, who immediately nodded and assured him, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I won't tell anyone!"

Jiang Yang was more insightful than Shen Qing had thought. She continued to ask what she wanted to know without hesitation: "Second Uncle, if there really is a flood, can we escape to a safe place in advance?"

Jiang Yang shook his head. Shen Qing thought he was reluctant to leave his farmland and old home, so he heard him say solemnly: "Our travel permit can only be used within the scope of Xingcheng. The yamen runners at the official road post station will not let us go to other places.

When the people fled, there were so many that local officials were short-staffed and unwilling to accept the victims. Most of them chose to turn a blind eye and let them go elsewhere."

Shen Qingxin sank.

She continued to ask, "Can't you make a fake pass?"

Jiang Yang sighed, neither agreeing nor denying.

Shen Qing understood that even if it could be done, it might not be something that ordinary people like them could get.

Jiang Ying was anxious and shouted, "Dad, if there is a flood, we must prepare in advance!"

Qili Village had experienced floods several times in the past, but the water usually receded within two or three days. The last flood that required evacuation happened decades ago, before her father was even born.

I heard that the huge river next to Xingcheng would have a major flood every few decades or hundreds of years, and people would migrate here from other places after each flood. The ancestors of the Jiang family also came here for this reason.

Jiang Yang knew more clearly what Jiang Ying knew. After a moment's thought, he said, "Tomorrow I'll go to the city and look for my acquaintances to see if I can arrange a job for your second brother."

But the hope is slim. It was already very difficult to find a job for the eldest son before, and now if I want to find one for the second son, people may not be willing to help.

But I have to be shameless and give it a try.

Jiang Ying also understood and frowned with worry.

Shen Qing: .....Why didn't you two hear the key point of her words?

She clearly said that the Bodhisattva 'taught' her several skills to make money. Aren't they greedy and ask about the others?

Seeing that the two were in a hurry to go back, Shen Qing had no choice but to take the initiative and say, "The Bodhisattva taught me several things, why don't you do the others?"

Jiang Yang and Jiang Ying turned around in surprise, their eyes full of disbelief.

Shen Qing smiled and said, "You also said that we are from the same family. No matter how hard the days are, we can support each other and get through it.

I have a small family and I can't handle everything, so I'll leave it to you guys to earn some money. And then we can travel together on the road to escape so we can look after each other, right?"

Since we can't go alone, and we can't leave early, we have to form a trustworthy team. And after what happened this morning, the Jiang family is trustworthy.

If your teammates are poor and miserable, they will definitely be a burden on the road. Instead of giving them fish, it is better to teach them how to fish!

She sells her brushes and soap to make money, and they sell their tofu and malt sugar!

Jiang Ying stumbled and said, "But, but that was given to you by the Bodhisattva."

Shen Qing interrupted: "You said you are a Bodhisattva. Of course, a Bodhisattva hopes to help more people, right?"

Jiang Ying understood this in her heart, but a skill that could make money was so difficult and valuable. How could Shen Qing just hand it over to them so easily?

Jiang Yang was quick and decisive: "You say."

"Besides my own, there are three other things that can quickly earn you money: wine, tofu, and malt sugar. Originally, it would be nice for you and your third and fifth uncles to each make one, but winemaking requires koji.

Although I have learned how to make koji, it is too late now.

One pound of soybeans can make five to six pounds of tofu, and two pounds of wheat plus half a pound of glutinous rice can make one pound of maltose. Making tofu is hard work, and maltose takes a long time to prepare and requires skill to make. Uncle, how do you think the three families should divide it up?"

Jiang Ying did a quick calculation: "A pound of soybeans costs three or four cents, and a half-pound of tofu costs two cents, so a pound is four cents. That means I can earn sixteen to twenty cents by making tofu from a pound of soybeans!

Unhulled wheat costs seven or eight wen per jin, and two jin costs fourteen to sixteen wen. Glutinous rice, which is less plentiful than polished rice, is more expensive, with half a jin costing five wen. A jin of maltose costs around twenty wen, but it can be sold for over seventy wen!

Brown sugar is expensive, costing more than one hundred coins per pound, so cheap malt sugar can also sell well.

The three of them understood that although maltose looked much more expensive than tofu, its production volume was not as high.

Secondly, the sales volume is bound to be lower than that;

Shen Qing looked at Mr. Jiang, waiting for him to decide how to distribute it.