Qiao Lian'er took out a sealed plastic bag from her spatial storage and put all twenty-two taels of silver into it.
"Lian'er, what are you doing? Didn't you say this was money to be handed over?" Old Mrs. Qiao asked.
“Grandma, I came all the way from the county town today and saw their behavior. They were like robbers and bandits. It’s not worth giving them these twenty-odd taels.” Qiao Lian’er shook her head.
"How so?" Old Man Qiao asked quickly.
"Seventy or eighty percent of the rice was stolen, and almost all the money in the house was looted."
“The people were living in misery. More than twenty villagers from Lingjia Village rebelled, but they were all subdued.”
Originally, she intended to save those twenty-odd taels of silver for the Great Swamp Kingdom as a contribution, but now it seems unlikely that they will be used on the warriors and warhorses.
"This is outrageous! They only left such a small amount of grain. How are the common people supposed to survive?" Old Man Qiao said angrily.
Grandma Qiao: "But can we hide it at home? No matter where we hide it, those people will definitely find it."
“They won’t search the place where I’m hiding,” Qiao Lian’er said.
She clutched the silver as she walked out of the main room, only to see a head quickly shrink back at the courtyard gate.
This little brat, even at a time like this, he still doesn't forget to keep an eye on the Qiao family's movements. Is he going to go and curry favor with those officials tomorrow?
At any other time, Song Ruier would have already been held down by Lu'er and Acang.
But everyone is busy tonight, preoccupied with their own lives, and can't spare a moment to themselves.
"Big Meng, Little Meng." Qiao Lian'er glanced outside.
Seeing her expression, the two immediately understood and rushed out.
Song Ruier turned and ran.
As he ran, he was filled with regret, realizing he hadn't seen where the Qiao family had hidden the money.
"You little bastard, don't try to run away if you dare."
Big Meng and Little Meng split up to block the people.
When they were a few dozen steps away, Song Ruier was pinned down.
Before he could even speak, Da Meng slapped him hard across the face.
Qiao Lian'er tied the bag of silver to a long line and then walked down to the pigsty.
I weighed it and found it was a bit light, so to prevent it from floating, I tied a large rock to it.
Then he squatted down next to the latrine, pinched his nose, and put the bag down.
The other end of the rope was tied to the handle of the manure shovel, which was also placed in the manure pit, with only a small part of it sticking out.
"Lian'er's idea is good, although the taste is a bit strong." Qiao Xi'er pinched her nose and laughed.
“Look at where each household hides their money. They either pry open a floor tile, make a hole in the wall, or hide it on the roof. They will definitely be found when they are searched,” Qiao Dayong said.
It's basically a waste of time.
However, hiding the silver in the mountain is not practical, because it is very likely that it will not be found, and with so many people going up the mountain, it will surely attract unwanted attention.
Even if the grain isn't found during the search, disputes might arise when it's being moved back.
When survival is at stake, even the best relationships can turn sour.
Qiao Lian'er suddenly remembered that those swords also needed to be hidden; it would be terrible if they were found.
But hiding in a cesspool is also inappropriate.
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