Forget it, you can't hit someone who's smiling at you; they really have been waiting for a long time.
If it were them, they would have the same doubts.
"Yes, I'm here. Uncle, do you still stand by your word?"
"I'll take it, I'll take it. I'm really sorry, Grandma. I was just being cheeky. Isn't this the last day? I really thought you weren't coming." The third brother clasped his hands in a gesture of apology and smiled apologetically.
The eldest brother seemed much more composed, and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, it's not easy to prepare all these different types and sizes of timber, because each household needs different sizes. If you hadn't come, we wouldn't have been able to handle it."
"Now that you're here, take a good look at these materials, measure their dimensions, and if there are no problems, we'll deliver them to you today."
"Okay," Qiao Lian'er replied.
The brick and tile factory in front of the Qiao family counted the quantity of timber. After checking the quality of the timber, the timber factory checked the dimensions to ensure they were completely accurate.
Then, the timber began to be transported, and Da Meng was sent back with it this time.
They went to the construction team again and told them they could leave today. They also hired three cooks and applied to buy several large pots. Qiao Lao Er and Wan Shi also saw these people off.
Those who remained in the county town included Qiao Lian'er, Da Yong, Xiao Meng, and Feng Shi.
They finally had time to go to stall number eight.
That's when I realized that stall number eight had changed hands; it was now run by a different vendor selling grilled stinky tofu.
"What's going on? Our stall has been taken over! Do they even have any right to do this?" Xiao Meng's eyes widened, and he was about to rush forward.
Qiao Lian'er suddenly thought of something and pulled Xiao Meng back.
"The stall's lease expired. If the stall fee wasn't renewed after a month, someone else can rent it."
Then everyone realized that more than a month had passed since they started setting up their stall, and they hadn't paid any rent, so they were no longer stall owners.
"Then why don't we go rent one now?" Da Yong said.
“No rush. We’re busy building a house right now. Once I’m in touch with the foreign businessmen, we can make some money selling ingredients,” Qiao Lian’er said. “Let’s go find out if Ling Yin is in the county town first.”
The autumn harvest has begun, and if those people make any moves, they will arrive soon. With her stall here and business so good, she's a sitting duck.
"But—" Dayong looked somewhat conflicted.
They made that promise to Lingyin at the time.
"Brother Dayong, believe me, the kimchi I make using my method will sell well even in the West Street market."
Actually, if the food tastes good, there's no need to worry about it selling.
Kimchi pickled with ginger and mustard is only barely delicious; it can't compare to the taste of kimchi made with regular chili peppers.
She genuinely wanted to help Lingyin sell kimchi at her stall, but she was delayed due to road conditions.
Now that the kimchi is ready, Lingyin won't be foolish enough to wait around like this, since they haven't shown up for so long.
Sure enough, when they arrived at West Street Market, they saw Lingyin and Qiu at one of those temporary stalls.
A wooden stall was set up in front of the two men, with two large jars on it.
Several guests were waiting there.
"One head of kimchi costs ten coins, but you can get a discount if you buy more," Lingyin warmly greeted her guests.
While using chopsticks, she picked out a large piece of kimchi and placed it into the bowl brought by the guest.
The bright red kimchi, with its vibrant color and pungent, spicy aroma, wafts through half the street.
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