Qiao Dameng lifted Qiao Lian'er up and spun her around in the yard, cheering.
"Be careful, be careful, don't shake my sickle, Fu Bao." Old Mrs. Qiao said with some concern.
Qiao Lian'er was also dizzy from the shaking.
With great difficulty, Qiao Dameng put her down, and then Qiao Dayong lifted her up again.
Then came Dacheng, and Xiaomeng.
Qiao Xi'er and Qiao Zhizhi kept laughing.
When she was finally put down, Qiao Lian'er was almost unsteady on her feet, feeling dizzy and with a worried look on her face.
She needs to eat more and grow taller quickly, otherwise everyone will treat her like a child and kiss her or lift her up whenever they want.
The food was ready, and Mrs. Wan called everyone into the kitchen to eat.
Qiao Lian'er saw a figure outside, hesitating at the gate.
It was nine-year-old Fusheng.
She walked over and said, "Fusheng, what's wrong? Have you eaten yet?"
"I've already eaten. I have something I want to say, but I see that Sister Lian'er's family is about to eat, so I didn't want to call you."
"Okay, you go ahead."
“I saw Song Ruier running this way from my house, so I followed him and saw him hiding behind your yard wall, listening intently. Then he ran back.”
Fusheng's house was near the Song family's house, and in a rather high location, so they could easily see what the Song family was doing.
Qiao Lian'er's face turned cold. Although she had set animal traps under the courtyard wall, she knew Song Rui'er well. His ears were very sensitive; he could hear the slightest noises that others couldn't. They were talking normally in the courtyard, and most passersby wouldn't notice, but Song Rui'er was listening intently and could still hear some of it.
"Okay, I understand." Qiao Lian'er went back into the house, took out a piece of candy, and put it in Fusheng's hand.
"Well done."
Fusheng happily ran off with the candy in his hand.
Qiao Lian'er was a little surprised. The child recovered so quickly; he could run and jump again in just a few days.
At this moment, Song Ruier was running towards the Song family home, panting as she entered the courtyard in the darkness of night.
"Grandma, Mother, something terrible has happened."
"What's wrong? You've gone and caused trouble again." Old Mrs. Qiao was cooking when she raised her spatula.
Chen was adding firewood to the stove when she glanced at Song Rui with a hint of resentment.
Although Song Ruier saved the Song family more than 100 taels of silver last time, he then made the Song family pay for medical expenses, and the Song family did not have a good attitude for several days.
"Grandma, Mom, I went to the Qiao family's place, and guess what I heard? It's incredible! The Qiao family is going to become incredibly wealthy."
"What a stroke of luck, another escort mission. Humph, the mountain roads are full of bandits, it's like having your head tied to your waist, you don't even know when it will fall off." Old Mrs. Song snorted, full of sourness.
"No, it's not a镖行 (escort mission), it's that they set up a food stall, and they've already made almost fifty taels of silver today."
"What?" Old Mrs. Song exclaimed in surprise, dropping the spatula from her hand onto the stove.
"You can make that much money by setting up a snack stall? Impossible. You can't even make five taels of silver, at most five hundred coins."
Five hundred coins, which adds up to fifteen taels a month, is quite a lot.
After deducting the stall fee and the costs of renting a horse-drawn carriage and buying charcoal and a stove, it would take at least a month before we could make a profit.
Dozens of taels a day? You're kidding me.
“Grandma, it’s true, absolutely true. The Qiao family has confirmed it with Qiao Lian’er several times. So, we must seize this opportunity and not just watch the Qiao family make money.” Song Rui’er said anxiously.
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