The three siblings were all amazed. No wonder the Han family was said to be the richest family in town. Da Yong and Da Cheng thought that they could only dream of having a courtyard like this.
The Qiao family's biggest goal was simply to build a spacious courtyard. Not only could ordinary people not use glazed tiles, but they also couldn't afford such expensive tiles, so they could only use black tiles and ordinary blue bricks for the walls.
This is considered quite remarkable in the village.
However, Qiao Lian'er felt that if she took a chance, she might have a stroke of luck.
However, the three siblings did not look around aimlessly, but kept their eyes on the ground. This pleased Steward Zhou even more.
Although the three siblings came from a poor family and were used to hardship, they possessed a kind of reserved self-respect.
Then he thought about the Song family members who had fallen into his hands, and wondered why the difference was so great.
Those people from the Song family were just there to extort him; they deserved it, he did nothing wrong.
When we entered the warehouse, it was neatly organized, with jars of all sizes on the shelves—the termite mushrooms they had come to sell earlier.
Madam Han then entered as well, and her eyes lit up when she saw how much they had brought.
"Put it down quickly, be careful not to bump or hurt it."
The person weighing the food placed a large basin on the scale, and the three siblings followed suit, pouring the dried bacteria from the jar into it.
Mrs. Han glanced at the smaller jar again.
"This must contain termite mushrooms."
"Yes, Madam Han, it weighs about ten jin."
Ten catties was a bit little for Mrs. Han, but with other delicious mushrooms to make up for it, it wasn't too much of a disappointment.
The forty catties of mixed mushrooms and the ten catties of chicken-of-the-woods mushrooms were weighed. Madam Han had someone fetch a box containing ten silver ingots, each about five taels in size.
"I'll give you the smaller ones, they're good for everyday expenses. If you need a bigger one, just let me know."
“Madam is very thoughtful; a smaller one is better.” Qiao Lian’er took it.
"By the way, we're using even more oil now, so I'll pack you several dozen kilograms to take back," Madam Han added.
Qiao Lian'er shook her head: "No, Madam, we have money to buy oil now. Besides, the cost of the oil is included in the price of the mushrooms we sell to you."
Seeing that the three siblings were not greedy at all, Madam Han smiled.
"Aunt Fu, go to the kitchen and pack up the pastries you just made."
"Oh." Aunt Fu left, but soon came out again, carrying a three-tiered pastry box, which she handed to Qiao Lian'er.
A sweet aroma wafted from the pastry box, a scent this body had never tasted before.
“Madam, how can we take your things?” Qiao Lian’er declined.
"Miss Qiao, please take this. It was made for the two children. Their father just took it to the county town. I can't finish it all by myself." Madam Han smiled gently.
"Then thank you very much, Madam Han," Qiao Lian'er said gratefully.
Stepping out of the Han family's house, I opened the food box. There were about twenty items on each layer, and more than sixty on the third layer. They had put all the snacks from the kitchen inside.
There are several varieties, including Suzhou's fermented rice cakes and crab shell pastries, and northern China's donkey rolls and bean flour rolls.
The three siblings didn't want to eat it on the way; they wanted to take it home and share it with everyone.
But by the time they reached the village entrance, their mouths were already full of saliva.
Then they saw the Song family members, carrying sticks, wood-chopping knives, and bone-chopping knives, leading Zhao, the village head, rushing towards the Qiao family.
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