"Yes, how is it going? Are the mosquito coils selling?" Old Jiang asked anxiously.

Everyone in the Jiang family looked at Jiang Wanwan with tense expressions.

Seeing Jiang Wanwan's stern face, everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

"Oh no, they really won't sell! All that excitement for nothing." Old Mrs. Jiang slapped her thigh and said disappointedly.

“My dear granddaughter, could it be that we’re selling them at too high a price? Have you tried lowering the price?” Grandma Jiang carefully observed Jiang Wanwan’s expression and continued, “Oh dear, you’re such a stubborn girl. If we can’t sell them for two coins a roll, we can lower the price to one coin a roll, um, no, we can sell them for one coin for two rolls.”

“Yes, Wan-ya, the mosquito coils we sell are indeed too expensive, two coins a roll, it’s normal that no one is buying them. If we lower the price, maybe someone will buy them.” After saying that, Old Man Jiang took out some tobacco from his pocket, stuffed it into his pipe, lit it, and took a few puffs.

“Wan’er, your grandma and grandpa are right. We’ll lower the price and try again tomorrow. Maybe we can sell them. Don’t be too sad.” Madam Lu was worried that her precious daughter would be upset because she couldn’t sell the mosquito coils, so she quickly comforted her.

Jiang Wanwan, her second uncle Jiang, and Jiang Xun exchanged a glance and burst out laughing.

"Oh no, oh no, we can't sell any mosquito coils, and these three have all gone mad," Grandma Jiang said with a worried expression.

"Mom, what are you saying! The three of us are not only not stupid, we've also sold out all the mosquito coils!" Uncle Jiang said with a grin.

"Really? You dare to lie to your old mother, making me worry for nothing." Old Mrs. Jiang slapped Jiang Erbo hard on the shoulder with her iron palm. The force was so great that Jiang Erbo staggered and almost fell over.

"Mother, you're a bit too strong." Uncle Jiang rubbed his shoulder, frowned, and looked like he was in pain.

Grandma Jiang glared, "Who told you to keep us in suspense? Serves you right!"

Uncle Jiang's timid and hesitant appearance made everyone laugh.

Uncle Jiang rubbed his shoulders and took a few steps away from Old Lady Jiang. He looked at Old Lady Jiang with a grin and said, "Mother, it's not your son who wants to keep you in suspense, it's your precious granddaughter who wants to keep you in suspense."

We have some incredibly exciting news to tell you.

Jiang Wanwan, with a serious expression, said, "Actually, it's not some earth-shattering good news. It's just that the manager of Laifu Restaurant ordered a batch of mosquito coils from us. The quantity isn't much, just..."

She counted on her fingers before continuing, "It's only nine hundred rolls of mosquito coils. After calculating the price, we'll only make a little over one tael of silver."

"What! Over nine hundred volumes? Isn't that a lot?"

"You can earn a tael of silver from a single transaction! Good heavens! We adult men only earn fifteen coins a day carrying heavy loads in town. A tael of silver would take us more than two months to carry heavy loads!"

"Wow, we earn more than one tael of silver per order. If we have ten orders, we'll earn ten taels of silver! If the quantity is even larger, we'll earn even more!"

"Great! The hard times for our Jiang family are about to end. We thank our ancestors for their blessings and for allowing our Jiang family to continue to prosper."

"Wan'er, tell everyone how you made this deal happen," Madam Hu said with a beaming smile.

"Well, it's because the manager of Laifu Restaurant insisted on ordering mosquito coils from us after using them. He wouldn't agree to order less."

He even insisted that from now on, whenever we went to town, we should park our oxcart in the stables of his restaurant. Sigh, it's all because I'm too capable, able to make such useful mosquito coils—”