Qiao Lian'er didn't see it at first, but whispered, "Mother, don't say anything I say later."
Qiao Yunni didn't know why her daughter made such arrangements, but after these events, she knew that her daughter was a woman of her own mind.
"Okay, sure."
So Qiao Lian'er said loudly, "We found sixty catties this morning, and at least forty catties this afternoon. If we sell a hundred catties, we can easily make thirty taels of silver. The wealthy families in Anning Lane are waiting for us to sell our chicken mushrooms. Everyone who bought them said they were delicious."
Finding 100 catties would earn 30 taels of silver. Song Ruier was truly astonished, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, unable to close it for a long time.
Wouldn't it be possible to catch up with the Song family's savings by selling a few times?
To put this into perspective, the Song family had saved for many years to accumulate such a sum of money, making them quite wealthy within the village.
"The Song family thought they were something special just because they had a hundred taels of silver. My ungrateful brother stayed with the Song family because of that hundred taels. When he sees that we've made a fortune, he'll regret it to death. He's such a fool. He doesn't even know to pick the good mushrooms that are all over the mountains. He thinks they're poisonous."
Hearing this, Song Ruier's face turned green with anger. It wasn't because Qiao Lian'er called him an ingrate—since ancient times, how many successful men haven't been ingrates? Qiao Lian'er was mocking his choice, saying he was short-sighted and stupid.
This is something she cannot tolerate.
"These large, fluffy mushrooms are even better than the ones we found yesterday. I wonder how happy those wealthy families will be when they see them."
Song Ruier thought she had slipped away quietly.
Qiao Yunni listened to Qiao Lian'er without saying anything, but she felt that Qiao Lian'er seemed to be talking to someone. After she stopped talking, she quietly asked.
"Lian'er, who are you talking to?"
"My heartless brother was spying on us over the backyard wall. I bet by tomorrow, the Song family will be going up the mountain looking for mushrooms too."
When Qiao Yunni mentioned her heartless son, she felt a tightness in her chest.
He sighed, "The Song family isn't short of money; we still live in a thatched hut."
"Who would complain about not having enough money? Everyone wants as much as possible. Now that Song Ruier is a member of the Song family, she won't care about the relationship between mother and son or siblings."
Qiao Yunni then thought of the crucial matter: "Lian'er, so it seems that our family's mushroom-hunting business has been discovered, and we won't be making any money for a while."
Qiao Lian'er said, "The Song family can't earn this money."
"How so?"
“Our mushrooms have undergone special processing, so the Han family didn’t know they were from the mountains. They just took them and sold them like that. Mother, what do you think the owners will think?”
Qiao Yunni understood immediately and said, "That's a real pity for those termite mushrooms."
A smile appeared in Qiao Lian'er's eyes; she wouldn't waste it.
Song Ruier went up the mountain first, but the Qiao family had already searched the entire mountain. He finally found two matsutake mushrooms under the pine needles and brought them back to the Song family.
"You little brat, what are you doing bringing this poison in front of me? Are you trying to poison me?"
Upon seeing the two matsutake mushrooms, Song Lao Er's wife, Chen, cried out in alarm. Pointing at Song Rui'er, she cursed, "I knew that children who aren't related aren't close! I've only taken you in for two days, and you're already thinking of poisoning me and your father. If I could give birth to a son, would I want the offspring of a slut like you?"
Song Ruier felt wronged. Looking at Chen's sharp and mean attitude towards her, she couldn't help but think of Qiao Yunni holding her in her arms and gently coaxing her.
It was only for a fleeting moment, and he didn't regret it.
Moreover, he guessed that there must be a reason why Grandma was so eager to kick Mother out; it might even be for some great benefit.
He knelt on the ground: "Mother, listen to me, I'm not trying to poison you, I'm doing this for your own good."
"For her own good," Chen sneered, preparing to grab a thorny branch to whip her.
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