Many of them were refugees who had fled famine from other places. They were already feeling uncomfortable because they had just arrived in an unfamiliar village, and when they heard the locals calling them beggars, they felt even more upset.
Seeing that the two had angered the crowd, Jiang Yimian left without even glancing at the people surrounded by the crowd.
This little incident didn't leave any ripples in Jiang Yimian's heart. She continued to stroll along the street, listening to the lively hawking sounds around her, as well as the restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the street.
Qinghe Town has recovered well, and many shops have reopened. Although there aren't many customers, it's no longer noticeable that the town was looted by the rebels.
After walking for a short while, Jiang Yimian saw another pork stall.
After finding out the price of pork fat, she bought a full ten catties, spending a total of thirty coins.
In this era, many people don't want this stuff. Only poor families would occasionally buy some to render lard and taste the meat.
Those with a little money would buy meat, and the lard and cracklings rendered from the fat were the most fragrant, while pork fat was somewhat dispensable.
After buying pork fat, Jiang Yimian went to buy some paints of various colors.
Most of the pigments of this era were extracted from plants or minerals, making them all-natural and perfect for making soap.
When Jiang Yimian returned to Qingshi Village, it was not yet noon. She hadn't sold anything that day, so it didn't take up too much time.
At that moment, Xiao Zhang was eating a handful of fried soybeans while chatting with several women. When she saw Jiang Yimian carrying such a large piece of pork fat back, she exclaimed in surprise, "Jiang girl, why did you buy so much pork fat? This could buy several pounds of meat!"
The others also looked over, silently sighing in their hearts that the Jiang family probably wasn't doing too well, unable to afford meat and only able to buy some pork fat to satisfy their cravings.
Jiang Yimian responded without further explanation and walked straight down the mountain.
However, Zhang's gaze lingered on the pork fat that Jiang Yimian was carrying.
Although pork fat is cheaper than pork, it is still from a pig, and it costs at least three or four coins per pound. This much would probably cost quite a few coins.
She hasn't tasted meat in a long time, so rendering some pork fat into lard would be a good way to satisfy her craving.
Thinking about it, she quickly chased after him.
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