"What are you doing?" Da Cheng immediately became alert, stepped forward, and shielded Qiao Lian'er behind him.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for a fight." Boss Song stroked his chin, a slightly roguish smile on his face.
"So what if we fight? Are you afraid of us? The four of you might not be a match for the two of us." Da Yong crossed his arms, adopting a provocative posture.
Thinking about how the eldest son of the Qiao family alone had dealt with the entire Song family on the mountain, Song Laoda's face darkened.
"Why are you talking about fighting and killing? We're waiting for you here because we want to buy things from you and do business with you."
Actually, the reason so many of them came was because they were afraid of being beaten by the Qiao family.
"What do you want to buy?" Qiao Dayong asked impatiently.
"Sell us a few pounds of what you have in your baskets."
The three Qiao siblings exchanged a glance.
Qiao Lian'er pondered that she had overheard the villagers discussing the Song family cutting wood chips late at night this morning, and she knew what the Song family was planning to do.
It seems that the Song family is still not at ease and wants to buy a few kilograms to cover the wood chips.
“We’re not selling. Our goods have already been ordered by the people in town,” Qiao Dacheng said.
Qiao Lian'er tugged at Qiao Dacheng's sleeve and walked to the front.
"One pound and one ounce."
"What? One pound and one ounce? Why don't you just steal it or rob it?" Song Daming frowned, his words filled with disdain.
Qiao Dacheng: "If we take it to town to sell, it'll only cost one jin or one liang. If we can't afford that, we'll just go far away."
Although he didn't know why Qiao Lian'er wanted to sell to the Song family, he figured that in business, the price should be what it is.
“What’s the relationship between our two families? We’re in-laws. One hundred coins a pound is the most we can pay,” said Song Lao Er.
"Don't you feel ashamed to say 'in-laws' like that?" Qiao Dayong laughed.
The Qiao family's daughter, who married out of the family, did nothing wrong, yet she was kicked out of the Song family's home and still called them in-laws—they had no shame whatsoever.
Seeing that the three were about to leave, Boss Song quickly called them back.
"Wait, let's buy two pounds."
Since the jar opening is very small, a thin layer on top is enough.
The Song family had even prepared a small scale, clearly indicating they came prepared.
Qiao Lian'er checked the scale and found nothing wrong, so she weighed out two jin for them.
To avoid being recognized, she picked out only mushroom stalks, which really did look like small pieces of wood chips.
The Song family father and sons craned their necks to look into the jar, but it was pitch black inside and they couldn't see anything clearly.
After the items were packed into the small jars they had brought, Old Song reluctantly took out two taels of silver from his sleeve and handed it over hesitantly.
Qiao Dayong snatched it away in one go.
The three siblings set off again.
"Huh, what is this thing? It's much softer than sawdust." Song Xiaoming examined the mushroom stalk.
There's also a very strong aroma that makes you want to take a bite, but you don't dare to.
“I also felt that the texture was quite different from wood chips, so it was right for Grandma to have us buy two pounds to prepare,” Song Daming said. “We can spread these things on top and take them to town to sell during the day.”
Boss Song waved his hand: "Let's go home and get ready."
"Sister Lian'er, why did you sell the mushrooms to the Song family?"
Qiao Dayong asked.
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