Anle clung to Anmancang's arm and started acting cute and charming.
"Oh, Dad, it's rare for our family to have such a good opportunity. I'll try to buy it, but I might not be able to find these two stores that are right next to each other."
With two shops next to each other, it will be easier for us to take care of each other when we do business in the future, right?
I have more than just the idea of opening a pastry shop.
This is a rare opportunity, so I'll take it all.
Don't worry about the money; I'll find a way to raise it.
"Le boy, this isn't just a matter of a few taels of silver, it's over a hundred taels! No other farmer in the whole town has such a large sum of money!"
"That's someone else's house. Why are you talking about someone else's house? Talk about our house!"
Anyway, my family has the ability, I will definitely raise the money, and we will take both of them!
Father, you should try to stall them and give them some time to recover.
"Dad, you absolutely must finalize this deal with them. Don't let them sell both of these shops."
“No, our family doesn’t even have 30 taels of silver. If we go and talk to them about buying it, they won’t believe we can come up with that much silver. They’ll only sell to farmers like us if we put the silver in front of them.”
Anle had a mournful expression on her face.
"What if it gets bought by someone else in the next few days?"
"That's not the case, but it will probably have to wait a while."
This kind of property, which combines shops and residences, isn't so easy to sell.
There aren't that many wealthy families in this town. Most of them are ordinary farmers who don't run businesses. Who would have so much spare money to buy shops?
There's no need to rush.
Anle felt a sense of relief.
"Oh, okay then. How about Dad goes to town to buy a cow and loads it onto a cart?"
It's inconvenient for us to go to town every day; having our own oxcart would make things much easier.
An Mancang readily agreed to this.
"Okay, let's go to town again tomorrow and I'll take a look around."
Anle rolled her eyes and said with a smile.
“Dad, I’ll go to town with you tomorrow to buy some things.”
Qiao Qiuniang, who had just entered by lifting the curtain, overheard the last sentence and scolded Anle.
"He's going to waste money again."
Anle stiffened her neck and groaned softly.
"Mom, I'm not wasting money. I want to open a shop and make money, so I need to buy some flour and other ingredients for making pastries. I have to buy them."
Qiao Qiuniang paused, a hint of worry appearing on her face.
"You really want to do this? I thought the second and fourth brothers were joking, but I didn't expect it to be true."
Anle put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "Of course it's true, I'm not joking."
Qiao Qiuniang sighed twice.
"Le Wa Zi, we've finally saved up this much silver, don't let it all go to waste!"
With this money in hand, our family is well-off enough. We've finally reached a good point; we can't afford to lose it all because of this mishap.
Anle waved her hand impatiently, "Oh, Mother, don't worry, you're always overthinking and worrying."
"You don't need to think about anything else. Just sit back, collect your money, and live a good life." After saying that, he shook his head.
"No, Mother, you should think carefully about how to prevent Third Grandmother and her family from coming to your door to take advantage of you in the future."
Grandma San's family is no pushover. If our family makes a lot of money in the future, they'll definitely have their eyes on us.
I don't want to have to deal with that family every single day!
"You just need to figure out how to keep them from coming to our house and bothering us. It's so annoying to see them every time."
Qiao Qiuniang's face stiffened upon hearing this. This was indeed a bit difficult, and she really couldn't handle it.
Seeing Qiao Qiuniang's stiff and troubled expression, Anle pouted.
"Hmph, I knew you were tough at home, but you chickened out when you faced Third Grandmother and her family!"
You should learn to be more assertive in the future.
Otherwise, once my pastry shop opens, how will you manage it?
"Don't they come knocking on our door every day, begging for our money!"
...
When An Dalin returned that evening, his expression was rather unpleasant.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Are you tired?"
Anle, who was greeting him at the door, noticed An Dalin's listless and drooping head and kept walking forward without even noticing her.
This is completely different from the confident and spirited demeanor he had just displayed a couple of days ago; he clearly has a troubled expression on his face.
An Dalin then looked up at An Le who was coming to greet him, sighed deeply, and looked worried and gloomy. "Le boy, you've gotten yourself into trouble."
Anle looked up at An Dalin with her little head, not understanding what was going on.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
An Dalin sat down on a wooden stump in the yard, his eyes wandering as he stared at the empty yard. After a while, he asked a question with a complicated expression on his face.
"Le Wa Zi, if we hand that blockhead over to the temple, won't the gods be angry?"
Anle was taken aback. Huh? A god?!
Give it to the temple?!
This means—
"Grandpa, you're not thinking of handing this block of wood over to the temple, are you?" Just like her cheapskate father.
"Sigh, I don't want to pay for this. With this thing, I can earn a tael of silver every day without fail."
I see these people playing this thing, not for the money, but just for fun and novelty.
But then the followers of the temple came looking for us!
I don't know where I heard the news from, but I learned that this was a gift from the gods.
They said that what the gods bestowed should be entrusted to the temple for safekeeping, and we shouldn't be allowed to keep it for ourselves.
What should we do? The priests told us to take it to the temple tomorrow and offer it up.
Anle was taken aback, then sneered inwardly, "So that's how it is!"
Temple?
Oh!
Looking at An Dalin's worried old face, An Le comforted him with a smile, "Grandpa, don't worry, this thing belongs to our family. It was given to me by the gods, so it belongs to our family. This was given to me, An Le, by the gods, and the temple has no right to take it."
"Let them come and take it themselves if they want it. I want to see if they have the ability to take it away."
An Dalin hesitated, glancing at his little granddaughter. "Then let's set up a stall in town tomorrow. What if this 'divine disciple' comes looking for us again—"
Anle's eyes darted around, and he suddenly chuckled, a cunning glint in them.
"Grandpa, don't worry, I'll go to town with you tomorrow. I'll go with you! When those cultists come looking for us—"
She'll be screwed over; she's desperately short of money, and this is exactly what she needs.
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