The same butler came out again. Since they had just met before, he quickly recognized the Song family.
The butler's expression changed instantly, and he roared angrily, "You dare to come to the Han family again? Didn't you get enough of a beating last time?"
With a wave of his hand, seven or eight servants immediately rushed out and surrounded the Song family with sticks.
This situation terrified the Song family.
Boss Song quickly raised his hand and waved it.
"Master Butler, please don't! We've brought good things, and we guarantee you won't be disappointed."
Song Lao Er also said, "Yes, how dare we act presumptuously in front of you? Last time was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
He held his head in his hands while lifting the lid of one of the jars.
The butler craned his neck to look inside and sure enough, he saw a layer of what the Han family had always bought, called matsutake mushrooms.
He lifted another lid, and it was the same.
The butler's eyes lit up immediately. Not long ago, the Qiao family came to sell this kind of thing, and the lady thought it wasn't enough, so she was a little unhappy.
If the lady saw this, she would be overjoyed.
Quickly send someone into the house to call Madam Han.
Soon, Madam Han came out.
"Madam, look, they've brought so many matsutake mushrooms; it looks like it weighs at least several dozen pounds," the butler said solicitously.
After confirming, Mrs. Han smiled and asked, "Where did you find this?"
“We get our goods from the Qiao family,” Song Dahua said. “The Qiao family also sells this kind of thing, so we get our goods directly from them.”
Mrs. Han frowned because the Qiao family had told her earlier that only two jin had been sold.
Moreover, if the Qiao family really had that much, given their cooperative relationship and the little girl's temperament, it's unlikely they would sell dozens of kilograms first and then bring a small amount to her to sell.
This doesn't seem like something Qiao Lian'er would do.
Moreover, that girl said she only sold two jin.
Mrs. Han prided herself on having a good eye for people, and she hated dishonest people the most, feeling that they were treating her like a fool.
"Did you really get the goods from the Qiao family?"
Song Daming said, "Yes, Madam, we are not lying to you. The Qiao family is from the same hometown as us, so it is very convenient for us to get goods from them."
Madam Han pondered, wondering where exactly the problem lay.
"Butler Zhou, let's take it to be inspected and weighed first." Madam Han decided that she would ask Qiao Lian'er about it the next time she came.
If there are no problems with these items, she will buy them first and deal with the rest later.
She was still inclined to believe that Qiao Lian'er wouldn't lie to her.
Steward Zhou waved his hand, signaling the servants to carry the jars into the house.
“Oh, Madam, we have many jars at home, so we’ll give these to you,” said Old Song.
“We weighed it at home. Excluding these jars, it weighs a full 80 jin (40 kg). We don’t have high demands; we just need the same price as the Qiao family.”
He glanced away somewhat guiltily.
Mrs. Han found it a bit unreasonable: "Even if you don't want this jar anymore, we still need to weigh it again, pour it out and weigh the net weight. Don't you know the rules of doing business?"
Fearing that Madam Han might overthink things, Song Lao Er quickly said, "We understand, of course we understand. It's just that there's a lot of work to do in the fields, and we're in a hurry to get back. Farmers don't live as pampered as you do, so we hope you can understand."
Mrs. Han looked displeased: "It's just weighing it, it won't take long, take it inside."
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