Chapter 140 Didn’t Get on the Carriage

The Lin family's carriage was on the road, but had not yet reached the city gate.

Lin Zhiyi suddenly heard a "crackling" sound.

She lifted the curtain and said, "Second brother, stop for a moment."

"What's wrong, sister?"

Lin Zhiyi looked and saw a stall selling ducklings.

"I'm going to buy something."

Lin Zhiyi jumped off the carriage and walked towards the stall.

Under the shade of the tree at the corner, there were several bamboo flat baskets in front of the old cypress tree. Inside, furry yellow ducklings were huddled together, quacking.

The old man was wearing a straw hat, his clothes were washed white, and he had a sweat towel around his neck.

He didn't shout, but occasionally used his rough fingers to fiddle with the ducklings in the basket, as if counting them.

The little ducks knew no sorrow. They climbed up on the backs of their companions, pecking at the edge of the basket with their tender yellow beaks and looking at the hustle and bustle of the street with their black bean-like eyes.

When the old man saw Lin Zhiyi coming towards him, he raised his head and smiled naively: "They are home-hatched and easy to raise. Do you want to buy some to take home?"

"Uncle, how much is a duckling?"

"Twelve coins."

"Can I get a cheaper price if I buy more?"

"How much do you want?" asked the old man.

Lin Zhiyi calculated that one acre of paddy field could raise thirty ducks, and since they had planted five acres of paddy fields, they could raise one hundred and fifty ducks.

She had read in a book about an ecological rice cultivation method, where twenty to thirty ducks were raised per acre of paddy field. The ducks weeded and pecked insects, and the ducklings' feces could be used as fertilizer.

In this way, the rice fields do not need to be sprayed with pesticides or fertilized, and the rice produced is green and natural.

When the ducks grow up, they can be made into braised food and you can open a braised food shop.

Lin Zhiyi also wanted to try this model.

Lin Zhiyi saw that there were about one or two hundred ducks and said, "Old man, I want all of them. But some of them look like they're going to die, so you have to give me a discount. How about ten cents each?"

The old man was happy for a moment when he saw Lin Zhiyi wanted to buy all the ducks.

After hearing Lin Zhiyi's bargaining, he was a little unhappy, "This... eleven cents, I still have to pay ten cents."

"It's only ten cents, and these are the ones left over by others. Look at this one, it's not even moving, and that one... is almost dead. If I buy them back today, at least a dozen will die. Besides, I don't care whether they are male or female.

If you sell it, I'll buy it. If you don't, forget it."

Lin Zhiyi was about to leave, but the old man called her back, "Miss, let's discuss this."

Mrs. Song saw Lin Zhiyi standing at the duck stall and had not returned yet. She wanted to get off the carriage to take a look. Madam Fang said, "Madam, let me do it."

"Okay."

Mrs. Song didn't quite understand the little duck, but Mama Fang did, so she let Mama Fang do what she wanted.

When Fang Mama arrived and heard that Lin Zhiyi wanted to buy all the ducklings, she immediately pulled her and said, "Miss, if you buy ducks like this, you will lose a lot of money."

"I know what's going on, Mother Fang."

Usually when people buy ducklings, they choose the strong ones and those that look like mother ducks, but Lin Zhi doesn't care about that.

She had magical spring water, and she believed it could keep the ducklings alive.

The gender of the animal is not important to her, as it is not for the purpose of laying eggs.

After hearing what Lin Zhiyi said, Fang's mother let her do as she pleased.

Lin Zhiyi tried his best to persuade the ducks, and finally bought all 160 ducks at ten cents each.

When Lin Xiuyan saw that his sister really bought so many ducks, he hurried over to help.

There were more than thirty ducks in one basket, and there were five baskets in total, which they loaded onto the wagon.

I also bought the basket for the old man.

In this case, the carriage would not be able to carry many people.

Mrs. Song originally thought that Lin Zhiyi just bought a few ducks for fun, but she didn't expect that she bought more than a hundred at once.

But since her daughter had already bought it, she didn't say anything.

Arrived at the city gate.

Aunt Zhao and four others were already waiting at the city gate.

When everyone was getting on the carriage, Lin Xiuyan said, "I'm sorry, ladies. We bought a lot today, so we can only squeeze a few more people into the carriage. Those who arrive first can get on first. We'll leave when the carriage is full."

The carriage belonged to the Lin family, so there was no reason for others to object. They hurriedly said, "We can just squeeze in. It's really a big trouble for you."

Aunt Zhao got on the carriage and saw several baskets of ducklings piled on it. She was surprised and asked, "Why did you buy so many ducks? How much food do they need every day?"

I was thinking to myself, this Lin family is really wealthy.

Even if he was exiled by the court, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.

Mrs. Song smiled and replied, "The child likes it, so let her do whatever she wants."

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she felt even less confident.

Her nephew Zhao Zhiyuan is just a poor scholar.

The Lin family bought a carriage and built a brick house. Look at the carriage full of purchases. When she was in the shop, she could see that the Lin family was very generous.

"Since the carriage is full, let's set off. Even if more people come, there won't be enough space. Those who arrive late can take the village ox cart back."

Aunt Zhao suggested.

"Isn't that too bad? Should we wait for them for a while so we can talk?"

Mrs. Song asked.

Aunt Zhao said, "What are we waiting for? They're just asking for a ride in the carriage, so why should we wait for them? We're giving them a ride for free, and they're not coming any faster. Who can we blame?"

The other women also agreed, "Yes, no need to wait for them, let's go."

They came to the market early in the morning and were tired after shopping for a while.

Besides, it was already noon and the children at home must be hungry, so they just wanted to go back early to cook for the children.

Just as Lin Xiuyan was about to start the carriage, he heard Cuicui's voice from behind, "Wait, there are still two people who haven't boarded the carriage yet. Please wait for us, Aunt Song, Miss Lin..."

Then came Mu Yunzhao's voice, "Cui Cui, you just said you came to the county in a carriage. Was it the Lin family's carriage?"

"Yes, Miss Mu, let's run faster to catch up with them, otherwise there will be no carriage to ride."

Cuicui held Mu Yunzhao's hand, and the two of them sped up to catch up with the carriage in front. Maybe it was an illusion, but the carriage in front heard their voices and went even faster.

The carriage went farther and farther away, and soon left them behind.

They were not hallucinating. Lin Xiuyan heard Mu Yunzhao's voice and did it on purpose.

Cuicui was very annoyed. "Forget it, it seems we are not lucky enough to go back in a carriage."

Mu Yunzhao was even more angry. She suspected that Lin Zhiyi was also in the carriage.

It was clearly directed at her.

She sighed, "Don't chase Cuicui. They can hear us from such a close distance."

Cuicui raised her eyes and looked at Mu Yunzhao, "What does Miss Mu mean? Are they doing this on purpose? They don't want us to get on the carriage?"

Mu Yunzhao's eyes instantly turned red, "I'm sorry Cuicui, I've caused you trouble."

"Involving me? What's going on?"

"Nothing. It's just that Sister Lin misunderstood me while we were in exile..."

Under Cuicui's questioning, Mu Yunzhao exaggerated and told how Lin Zhiyi targeted her on the way to exile.

"I didn't expect Miss Lin to be this kind of person."

Cuicui said angrily.

When she was in the carriage, she felt that Miss Lin was difficult to get along with, unlike Miss Mu who was gentle and generous.

I thought she was a rich girl and had no idea of ​​her own identity.

A criminal, worse than a country bumpkin, pretends to be noble here!