Chapter 179 Fame
Little Nuobao’s mind was spinning fast.
All she could think of at this moment were snacks, specialty toys, or colorful clothing materials.
In short, all of them were toys that children liked!
So when she ran home and saw the wooden box in the house, Little Nuobao raised her chubby arms, drooling with joy, and was eager to open it.
The wooden box was heavy, and Nuobao was still weak, so she had to work hard for a long time before she could move the lid.
However, when she couldn’t wait and put her little head in, she was stunned.
There was a scent of ink in the box, and it was filled with primers, children’s calligraphy, poetry and classics, and picture books...
Little Nuobao’s calves trembled, and she fell to the ground! She
couldn't help but accuse him when she raised her little fist!
"Wow, Uncle Han is so bad~ Nuobao is only two years old!" The little guy wanted to cry but had no tears.
What kind of book is a two-year-old kid reading?
Isn't eating and drinking the most important thing!
She suddenly remembered that last year, when Han Shang's little nephew sent a thank-you gift from the capital, he also gave two whole boxes of books...
Little Nuobao's little mouth was pouted and he hummed bitterly.
How come this uncle and nephew are the same, they both like to encourage study so much, but don't encourage her.
At this time, Feng and others came into the room and saw little Nuobao sitting on the ground. When they looked at the books in the box, they couldn't help but think of last year and couldn't help laughing.
"Why are it books again, haha." Jiang Fenghu laughed the loudest.
Jiang Fengnian flipped through the books a few times and joked, "They are all books for enlightenment. It seems that Mr. Han thinks that our sister should learn to read, and he has even prepared things for us."
Little Nuobao was unwilling to read.
How old is she? It is the age when she should eat and sleep.
So the little girl used her hands and feet to slam the box shut.
After another round of coquettish rolling, she finally got her brothers to move the books to the cellar and keep them for a few years.
...
Now that Mr. Han has left, the radish business still needs to continue.
After all, the Jiang family estimates that they can produce 4,000 kilograms of radishes this year.
And Mr. Han only needs 3,000, so the other 1,000 kilograms will be sold by the Jiang family themselves.
After three or five days, Jiang Fengnian and his three brothers pulled out more than a hundred pounds.
So the family sat on the kang and calculated it. Feng planned to take a few dozen pounds to the market to test the waters first.
Persian radishes have a unique taste, so there is no problem finding buyers.
But the price has to be carefully considered.
Jiang Fengnian sat on the edge of the kang, stroking his chin: "A radish can weigh one pound. The people in the city are not like Mr. Han. They may not be willing to spend two hundred coins to buy a radish. Mother, how about we sell it cheaper, eighty coins?"
In fact, eighty coins a pound is already expensive for ordinary people.
But Feng shook her head immediately, her tone was very firm.
"No, this is not about how much you make. We sold it to Mr. Han for 200 wen, but sold it to others for 80 wen. If Mr. Han knew about it, what would he think?"
Although Han Shang offered a generous price and was willing to make concessions,
the Jiang family could not be too inconsiderate. They still had to be thorough in their conduct.
"Brother, since we have agreed to 200 wen with Mr. Han, it is not good to give others a discount. Otherwise, it would be like taking advantage of Mr. Han." Li Qiqiao was thoughtful and whispered a few words.
Jiang Fengnian didn't think so much, and when he realized it, he slapped his forehead and said, "I didn't think it through. Mother and my sister-in-law are right. It seems that the price can't be lowered by 200 wen."
Feng was very stable and nodded decisively, "Listen to mother, our things are good, they are worth this price, just sell them at 200 wen, even if they can't be sold, we are not afraid."
After all, the 600 taels earned from Mr. Han alone are enough to justify the 20 mu of land.
Even if the remaining 1,000 jin can't be sold out, the worst thing is to keep it for yourself and share some with the villagers. Anyway, good things must not be reduced in price.
With the mother's approval, Jiang Fengnian and his family felt at ease, so they planned to take it to the city to sell it in the afternoon.
However, before they set off, two men who looked like merchants came to look for Persian radishes.
The two men were wealthy and respectful as soon as they entered the house. They bowed to Feng.
"Is this the Jiang family in Daliu Village?"
After getting confirmation, the two men immediately said excitedly: "Great, we finally found your family. We have been on the road for three days and we were afraid that we would go to the wrong place!"
Feng was stunned.
"Who are you two..."
The other party hurriedly explained: "We are businessmen from the capital. We often go to Jiangnan by water to do business. This time we want to buy some Persian radishes. I wonder if your family can sell us two hundred kilograms?"
Feng looked very surprised.
The radishes have not been taken to the market yet, how come someone knew about it in advance?
"How did you know that I have this radish?" She couldn't help but be curious.
Seeing that Feng still knew nothing, one of them smiled very kindly: "You don't know yet, but now your radish is famous in the capital!"
"We heard that at the palace banquet a few days ago, Persian radishes became a hot commodity, and the nobles in the palace ate them and praised them, so we came here to take them to the southern province to sell as a rarity."
In the palace, there is no trivial matter. Even if the state teacher takes two more baths in the hot springs or the little emperor eats a few more snacks, it will become a trend in the whole capital.
Once it is spread, it will attract countless followers.
At the previous palace banquet, the Persian radish became the darling of the whole audience as soon as it appeared.
When he learned that the fruit was planted by the Jiang family, Mr. Song praised it with all his might, which attracted many royal relatives and important officials to ask for rewards. They each took a few back from the banquet, as if they had found a treasure.
The news had spread throughout the capital, and merchants saw business opportunities. Those who had connections asked Han Shang about the origin of the fruit and hurried to Dalui Village.
After hearing that their radishes were sought after by the royal family, the Jiang family could not contain their excitement and cheered with fists.
"What a good thing!"
"It seems that we don't have to go to the market to get the remaining 1,000 kilograms of radishes. We can just wait for the merchants to come to our door." Jiang Fengnian grinned happily.
Sun Chunxue nodded: "Just now, those two people wanted 200 kilograms. So, in a few days, our radishes will be harvested!"
Although she said so, Feng's heart was moved and she had other plans.
She looked ahead and thought that if she sold as much as the other party wanted, it would make her family look anxious and it would also make the radishes lose value.
Besides, the longer the business lasts, the easier it will be to build a reputation and expand the radish business next year.
So Feng was very calm, and when she responded to the two businessmen again, she only agreed to sell them 80 kilograms.
And one kilogram of radishes costs 220 coins, which is a little higher.
The two wealthy businessmen thought the weight was too little and wanted to bargain again, but seeing Feng's decisive tone, they had to give up.
They were all very happy when they left, after all, having these 80 kilograms is better than those that can't be bought.
In the next few days, the Jiang family was very busy, and some businessmen came to the door to buy radishes.
For a while, Daliu Village also became lively. Every day, there were carriages parked at the entrance of the village, attracting villagers to stop and watch.
Feng treated everyone equally and limited the quantity as usual. He
also set a rule that each person could only take away 40 kilograms at most.
Such "hunger selling" made people cherish Persian radishes particularly. In a few days, the reputation of this radish had spread to the capital city!
The buyers who came were too enthusiastic, and soon 600 to 700 kilograms were sold out. The pockets of the Jiang family were even bulging, and the whole family couldn't close their mouths even when they slept.
Seeing that the family business was so good, Xiao Nuobao was also happy.
Lying on the kang at night, hearing his mother counting money, the little guy was excited and wanted to stretch his short legs.
Who knew that this little foot accidentally poked into the second brother's mouth, and she was so frightened that she quickly pulled it out.
Jiang Fenghu spit out the little foot, feeling a little amused and crying: "Sister, you have to be careful, the second brother is almost asleep. When you kicked me, I thought it was a piece of meat. Why didn't I give it to you in your dream?"
The room suddenly laughed.
Little Nuobao protected the little foot tenderly and checked whether there was any meat missing.
After counting the silver and keeping the accounts, Feng sent her sons back to the room, hugged the girl tightly, and the mother and daughter went to bed together.
There were too many things to do during the day, and Little Nuobao also worried about them.
These nights, she slept very deeply and was so tired that she kept snoring.
In her dream at night, Xiao Nuobao suddenly dreamed that Zhang Ke's body had been sent to the capital...
When she woke up in the morning, Xiao Nuobao rubbed her sleepy eyes and scratched her hair.
Hmm?
Zhang Ke? Zhang Dadi!
She almost forgot about it.
I wonder if the Shen family has received Zhang Ke's body now, or if they still like this big "gift".
...
From Yuncheng to the capital, it only takes two or three days to get there by fast horse.
But it took more than half a month to transport Zhang Ke's body.
Several yamen runners carried the corpse box, enduring the stench all the way, and were afraid of being noticed by passers-by, so they could only avoid people's sight and walk and stop until these two days, when they finally arrived in the capital.
The runners remembered the five thunderbolts that day, and no one dared to neglect Nuobao's order.
They took advantage of the cover of night and threw Zhang Ke's body at the door of Shen's house.
When they woke up in the morning, the servant of Shen's family opened the door and saw it. He thought that someone wanted to please the old man and sent him a valuable gift.
He happily took the box in, and when he opened it, the rotten body was immediately exposed, which scared everyone to scream.
Madam Shen was the most frightened!
After all, she sent Zhang Ke to Yuncheng.
She vomited wildly at the pile of rotten meat, howled a few times with a pale face, and then fainted.
When the old man of the Shen family heard the noise and came out of the bedroom to inquire, his face changed immediately after hearing it.
"What? You said that the master that the Second Madam sent to find that girl turned out to be dead and was sent back to our house?!"
Master Shen was born with a pair of high cheekbones and triangular eyes. His eyes trembled twice, and soon he gritted his teeth.
Unlike Second Madam Shen, Master Shen originally did not take Nuobao's existence in the world too seriously.
But now, seeing that the master had returned empty-handed and even got himself involved, he suddenly felt that little Nuobao was really lucky, so lucky that he had to take him seriously.
The housekeeper's face turned pale: "This matter is too evil. I don't know who killed Master Zhang. Master, why don't we just forget it and not worry about that girl."
Master Shen's teeth creaked and he sneered.
"Forget it? Wouldn't that leave a trouble for our Shen family?!"
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