Upon hearing that they could go to the market, everyone was overjoyed. Gou Sheng, Wang Xiao Hei, and the others kept clamoring that they wanted to go, which only gave everyone a headache.
It was Old Liu who stepped in and directly decided who would go to the market with Jiang Yimian tomorrow.
"Let's go together, Big Tree and Dog Leftover."
Upon hearing that they could go, the two immediately became happy and hurried back to pack their things.
Without anyone to support him, Zhang Li went back home. Although his injuries had improved considerably, his large wound still ached after sitting for a long time.
The room fell silent immediately.
Old Liu finally had a chance to take the contents of his basket out. Looking at the bag of more than 30 jin of plain rice and more than 20 jin of wheat flour, he was a little stunned. After a while, he said, "The magistrate is really a good official, sending us so much grain."
Zhao Xing'er was also somewhat moved. She put down her needlework and said, "That's right, they even sent over ten kilograms of meat."
These things are enough for an ordinary family to have a good New Year.
Jiang Yimian handed over the money pouch, smiling as she said, "There are still five taels of silver left."
To be fair, Song Quanzhao was quite generous. He said he was thanking them for saving Zhang Li, and that included a gift from him to them.
It's rare to find someone who has maintained such kindness after so many years as a county magistrate.
Jiang Yimian originally planned to give two taels of silver to the Chen and Liu families, and the remaining one tael to the three Zhao brothers, but none of them wanted it.
She had no choice but to keep it for the time being, while leaving the rice, flour, and meat for the Chen and Liu families.
*
The next morning, Jiang Yimian woke up just as dawn was breaking.
Wang Fengqin was already busy in the kitchen, making breakfast and a large bucket of konjac tofu.
A large bucket of konjac tofu has been cooked and set, and is now being soaked in cold water.
Jiang Yimian looked at it curiously and asked, "Mom, why are you making so much konjac tofu?"
While chopping vegetables, Wang Fengqin said, "Aren't you going to town? You can take these to town to sell some copper coins. The world is not in chaos anymore, and there will be many places to spend money in the future. Take them with you today and see if you can sell them. If you can't sell them, just keep them at home to eat yourself. These things don't spoil easily in winter."
It's a pity the weather got cold and there was no firewood; otherwise, she would definitely have made some to sell in town.
This novelty should be able to sell.
Jiang Yimian glanced at the other person in surprise. She hadn't expected her mother to have such a business mind. However, she doubted that anyone would be interested in just a bowl of dusty konjac tofu.
She just smiled and said, "Mother, how about we make some cold dishes and share them with everyone to try?"
Wang Fengqin nodded repeatedly, and said with a smile, "You young people are so smart. I didn't even think of that. I'll make a few more flavors later, and I'm sure everyone will like them."
Jiang Yimian smiled, quickly washed up, and then helped out in the kitchen.
The other families were also busy, and by the time Zhao Da arrived at Xiaowadi, everyone had already finished cleaning up.
Everyone carried a large basket on their back and a lot of things in their hands.
Zhao Da didn't linger. After greeting everyone, he returned the way he came and exited the small depression from the cave.
It only took a little over half an hour to get out of the cave, and we didn't have to go around the mountain stronghold to get down the mountain. We found a shortcut and it took us a little over an hour to get down the mountain.
Zhao Da sighed repeatedly, "This road is much shorter; the old road was too far."
It was already cold yesterday, and he was carrying things on his back. He walked for two hours straight on mountain paths, and he was exhausted.
Jiang Yimian said somewhat awkwardly, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Zhao. I was afraid that you were a bad person, so I didn't dare to tell you about this route before."
Zhao Da simply waved his hand, not paying any attention. He went into the woods to lead out the grazing horses and the carriage before saying, "Let's go. The town isn't far; we can get there in less than half an hour by carriage."
It was the first time any of them had ridden in a horse-drawn carriage, and they were all quite excited.
Although the carriage in front of them looked very ordinary, it was not something that farmers like them would ride in. They could only look at it on a normal day, and this was the first time they had ever ridden in one.
As soon as Gousheng and Zhao Dashu got into the carriage, they touched and looked around, carrying their baskets as if afraid of getting the carriage dirty.
The group remained silent throughout the journey.
Once the novelty wore off, Gou Sheng and Zhao Dashu lost their initial excitement, only feeling dizzy and disoriented from the bumpy mountain road.
Fortunately, the carriage arrived at Qinghe Town soon.
From afar, you can see several thatched huts at the entrance of town. As you get closer, you realize that one of them is a soup kitchen, while the others are thatched huts to shelter the refugees from the wind and rain.
At this moment, there were only about ten people in the thatched hut, making it seem empty and revealing how many refugees had gathered in the vicinity.
The carriage entered the town and soon came to a stop.
The last time I came to the town was more than half a year ago. At that time, the town was deserted, and every house had its gates wide open, and the houses had been ransacked.
There were only a few scattered refugees on the streets.
But now the teahouses and taverns around the street have reopened, the streets are bustling with people, and the sounds of various vendors hawking their wares fill the air, making it very lively.
As Gou Sheng looked around, he chuckled and said, "The town has recovered quite well. Although it can't compare to the market days of the past, it's still quite lively!"
Although Jiang Yimian had never experienced the market days before, she could recall the few times she had been to the town.
It seemed to be a bit more lively than the scene before them.
Knowing that the group wanted to sell something, Zhao Da led them directly to the busiest street, found an empty spot, and left after agreeing to meet them there later, since he still had some things to take care of.
Gou Sheng and Zhao Dashu looked at the people coming and going on the street and felt a little nervous. It had been too long since they had seen so many strangers, and they were also trying to sell things. The two of them were really a little nervous.
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