Song Ruier was a little scared, but she still went over.
"Mother, it's because I discovered the Qiao family's secret."
"What secret? Tell me."
Song Ruier said, "When my uncle and the others went to town, they saw the Qiao family taking jars out of their baskets. The Han family took the contents of the jars and then returned them to them. I just sneaked into the Qiao family's house and found some kind of wood chips in those jars. They were dark brown. They really used this stuff to exchange for a lot of silver."
"I asked the Qiao mother and daughter what these wood chips were. Although the Qiao family and the Song family are no longer related by blood, I still have some blood ties with them. I hoped they could consider my situation and let's make money together. I never expected them to be so petty and beat me up."
Song Ruier covered her face as she spoke, looking like she was in a lot of pain.
Regardless of whether he was in pain or not, Chen frowned and pondered.
"Wood chips? What kind of wood chips? Did you bring some back?"
So she stared at Song Ruier as if she would lash out if he couldn't produce it.
Song Ruier had actually prepared some, and took out a few dried chicken mushroom stems from her sleeve.
"Mother, look, this is it."
Chen held it in her hand and examined it closely, but couldn't figure it out after a long time. She then smelled it and found it to be very fragrant, making her want to try it, but she didn't dare, in case it was a poisonous medicinal substance.
"Is this for eating, or for something else?"
"I don't know. They went to sell it several times, so it must be this kind of thing," Song Ruier shook her head.
Chen's eyes darted around: "Isn't it just wood chips of this color? If the Qiao family can sell it, why can't we?"
Song Ruier immediately understood what Chen was thinking: "Mother, I'm afraid this won't work. My eldest uncle and two cousins were beaten by the servants of the Han family. If they are discovered, they may be beaten even more severely."
"Don't worry, we'll make a quick deal and leave quickly, leaving them nowhere to be found." Chen thought she was very clever, almost convinced of her own intelligence.
As the sun set, the Song family members gradually returned from their work. When Chen explained the situation, everyone agreed.
Moreover, everyone had seen it and couldn't identify what this dark brown residue was, so they had no choice but to resort to this drastic measure.
Song Ruier, however, was sullen. He didn't think it was a good idea; in fact, he thought it was stupid.
He just hoped that he wouldn't have to sell this kind of thing when the time came.
So he started pretending to be sick and lay listlessly in bed.
At first, Chen thought he was faking it, so she beat and scolded him. Song Rui was still weak and powerless, so Chen threw him a handful of herbs and told him to take care of himself.
Although she disliked Song Ruier, Song Ruier's cold-hearted and rebellious nature made her feel unreliable from the beginning, but she still needed Song Ruier to break the pot in the future. No matter what, she had to keep her alive and not die.
In the evening, Old Man Qiao and Old Woman Qiao returned.
The two men carried six round bamboo baskets containing six two-month-old piglets, all of which had been castrated so they could grow fat quickly; each one was round, plump, and fair-skinned.
The pigpen was divided into two sections, with three piglets in each section. As soon as they were put in, the piglets grunted and wandered around, looking around at their new environment.
Grandma Qiao beamed with joy. With so many people in the family, all six pigs were slaughtered for the New Year and smoked into cured meat, enough to last at least half a year.
As darkness fell, the aroma of dishes and rice filled the Qiao family courtyard.
The Qiao family members entered the courtyard one after another.
"We've traveled a long way, but the harvest is so-so, only about forty catties," said Boss Qiao, shaking his head.
No one seemed particularly happy.
Qiao Lian'er said, "What grows on the mountain depends on the weather. Even if we only sell one or two ounces a day, it's still much better than doing other things."
Grandma Qiao said approvingly, "My Lian'er is right."
Everyone thought about it and agreed, so they calmed down.
This is a benefit that was found by chance, and we should be satisfied with it, no matter how much or how little.
After the meal, the Qiao family was washing and squeezing mushrooms, while the Song family was carrying some old, weathered wood into the yard and shaving off the wood chips.
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