"So expensive." Qiao Lian'er clicked her tongue. The Han family's three-courtyard compound was almost the size of a garden, many times larger than the courtyard their family was planning to expand. The pavilions, towers, corridors, and glazed tiles on the roofs must have cost a fortune.
Da Yong: "Yes, so we ordinary people shouldn't even think about it. Other tiles come in different colors, and they look nice when they're combined. Right now, it's good enough that we can scrape together enough money to build a house. We're still far from it."
Qiao Lian'er didn't have any other thoughts. It wasn't that she wanted to be superior to anyone. She just liked the beauty of the glazed tiles shimmering in the sunlight. From morning to night, the light of dawn and dusk shining on the tiles was a beautiful sight.
"Your products sold well too, how much did you sell?"
Villagers followed behind; it was Old Lady Li. She had just sold more than four taels of silver, and she couldn't hide the smile on her face.
"Only two or three ounces," Qiao Lian'er said.
"Two or three ounces, it must be two ounces," Old Lady Li's smile widened.
"Two ounces is not a small amount. You've earned so much already, now it's time for everyone to earn more."
What kind of talk is this? The corners of the three siblings' mouths twitched.
However, Old Lady Li didn't linger with them for long and soon went to show off to others.
Along the way, villagers would often come up to ask the three siblings about their weight. Qiao Lian'er would simply say two liang (a unit of weight), which would make the villagers' faces light up. They would say nice things while secretly rejoicing.
That's just human nature. It's not that they want you to be bad off, but they certainly don't want you to be better off than them.
Apart from those going to town to sell mushrooms, every household in Datian Village had already set off early in the morning. People from other villages passing by were very surprised, wondering why everyone from Datian Village had gone up the mountain.
However, to everyone's disappointment, because yesterday everyone rushed up the mountain and snatched up almost all the mushrooms that could be picked, so today everyone's harvest was not much.
After searching all morning, I only managed to find about seven or eight kilograms of things.
When the villagers met on the mountain, they looked at the harvest in each other's baskets and shook their heads with wry smiles.
It seems that this kind of windfall found on the mountain is not a long-term solution; if you have it, it's good luck, but if you don't, that's just how it is.
They originally thought that earning two or three taels a day would amount to more than a hundred taels a month, which would be a fortune. However, this depends on fate and whether the land allows it; there are many factors involved.
As for the Qiao family, their goal was quite clear: they went to the mushroom burrows where termite mushrooms had grown, but after a whole morning, they only managed to find about three kilograms.
After lunch, Qiao Lian'er opened her farm space, upgraded the soil, and increased the supply of divine water. The seeds she planted sprouted as tall as a hand overnight, turning into a lush green field.
As for the patch of bok choy that was planted, it has grown to about half its original size, and it will be ready to be harvested and exchanged for gold coins in two more days.
That's the benefit of spending money.
After tidying up the pigsty and chicken coop, Qiao's parents prepared to go up the mountain to find pig feed. There weren't many mushrooms left on the mountain, so Qiao Xi'er stayed behind and made clothes and shoes for the whole family with Qiao Yunni.
As the two elderly people set off with their baskets on their backs, a somewhat plump woman came in from outside the door. She had red painted cheeks, a large black mole on her chin, and was holding a handkerchief in her hand.
This is Liu, the matchmaker from the neighboring village.
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