"Can we really trust what fortune tellers say? What if they're just making things up?" Old Mrs. Qiao found it hard to accept.
“Some fortune tellers have real skills, unlike the old witch Zhou from the neighboring village who pretends to be a fortune teller. I have inquired about that fortune teller from many sources, and he has never been wrong about anything he has predicted.”
"Amitabha, Amitabha, please don't let the family lose money. Let's be careful." Old Mrs. Qiao patted her chest.
"No wonder you've been so cautious and anxious lately, Lian'er. Sigh, this old woman doesn't know anything. I just listen to Lian'er and hope that our Qiao family can get through this calamity."
As he spoke, he hurried to the shrine to pay respects to his ancestors.
Qiao Lian'er wasn't lying to Old Lady Qiao. When those people arrived, they would be collecting grain and silver, which would surely lead to financial losses.
Two days later, all the crops on the family's thirteen mu of land were harvested, weighing about three thousand jin. They were laid out to dry in front of and behind the house, turning the ground into a golden expanse.
Grandma Qiao carefully turned over the rice with a bamboo rake, treating it like a precious treasure. She used an oilcloth to dry the rice, and if even one grain of rice fell off the oilcloth, she would carefully pick it up.
When drying rice and wheat, chickens and ducks must be kept in their cages to prevent the grain from being damaged.
Seeing a chicken run out of the coop and about to pounce on the rice, Grandma Qiao quickly put down her bamboo rake, ran over nimbly, grabbed the chicken, and stuffed it back into the coop.
Seeing how much Old Lady Qiao cherished the grain, Qiao Lian'er felt a pang of sadness. After all, half of this grain, which the people regarded as their lifeblood, could not be saved.
In the space, the Jade Needle Incense she planted was ready to be harvested. She sold most of it for gold coins, kept 200 catties, and planted a new batch.
There was a rice milling machine in the warehouse. Qiao Lian'er milled twenty jin of rice, which then went through a polishing process.
"Grandma, we'll cook this kind of rice tonight," Qiao Lian'er said.
Grandma Qiao saw a basket filled with about twenty pounds of rice, and her eyes lit up immediately; she could hardly believe it.
This rice is long-grained, plump, white, and free of any impurities. It sparkles in the sunlight, and when you hold it up and smell it, a fragrant aroma fills your nose.
Grandma Qiao has lived to a ripe old age and never knew that rice could be hulled so well, or that rice could smell so good.
Food is the most important thing for people, and rice is the foundation of food. Old Mrs. Qiao's heart was filled with joy.
Needless to say, it was another stroke of good fortune brought about by Lian'er.
"Okay, it smells delicious when cooked." Grandma Qiao was in a good mood: "But, this kind of rice, does it have seeds?"
Just by looking at its color, it's much better than those drying on the ground.
Every single thing that Lian'er took out was a treasure.
"Yes, if everyone is satisfied with the taste, we will grow this type next year."
Seeing Qiao Laotai's reaction, Qiao Lian'er thought to herself that once everyone had tasted the flavor of Yuzhenxiang, it wouldn't be such a pity if the grain was harvested.
She had just finished lunch and was going to deliver ingredients to Boss Cai.
I invited Qiao Zhizhi to come along.
"You two are girls, so you need to prepare some weapons."
Old Mrs. Qiao put large machetes and clubs into the carriage.
"If you encounter thieves, one person drives the carriage to rush over, and the other wields a large machete to slash to both sides. Don't stop," Old Man Qiao said.
Qiao Lian'er drove the carriage smoothly all the way, and the two sisters chatted and laughed.
When they reached the intersection leading to Lingjia Village, they could see Lingyin and her brother in the distance.
They were waiting for the carriage there.
Just then, a few more men came up behind the siblings, two older men and one younger man.
"Yin girl, you're selling your family's kimchi in the county town again? How much did you make? Is it enough to pay my family back?" one of the older men said in a rough and domineering tone.
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