Before he finished speaking, Boss Qiao saw a large basket filled with termite mushrooms. Some of them were still unopened, but most of them were large and open, looking very appealing.
Others saw it too, and were quite surprised.
Ms. Wan: "Where did these come from? There aren't that many termite mushrooms on the mountain."
"It's Lian'er's method," said Old Lady Qiao. "Lian'er buys everyone's mushrooms at the price they sell for as ordinary mushrooms, so we can make double the profit. It's already spreading throughout the village. I believe that as long as we find termite mushrooms, most villagers will be willing to bring them here to sell because it doesn't require oil."
"That's a great idea!" The Qiao family members' faces lit up with joy.
Although the money earned this way is similar to that from selling mixed mushrooms, the Qiao family alone could not find so many mushrooms, whether mixed mushrooms or termite mushrooms. By relying on the help of the villagers, they could save on their own efforts and quickly accumulate quantity. As the weight increased, the money also increased.
Sure enough, after dinner was prepared at nightfall, several more families came one after another.
Seeing this situation, Grandma Qiao thought that from tomorrow onwards, the entire Qiao family would no longer need to go up the mountain to look for mushrooms, unless the rain came and the mushrooms grew wildly again.
After the disappointment came good news, and everyone ate their dinner with extra relish.
As she was eating, Qiao Lian'er's gaze caught something. Looking outside, she saw a small figure huddled there, looking like it wanted to come in but didn't dare to.
She thought it was Zhang Suo'er, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Song Rui'er.
Song Ruier is having a tough time right now.
The Song family took sawdust to town to sell and were fined thirty taels of silver. Song Ruier quickly ran away and hid. It wasn't until the Qiao family taught the villagers the secret to making money from mushrooms that the Song family had a way to make money, and Song Ruier finally ran away from the mountains.
But he was still beaten by Song Lao Er and Chen Shi, and they didn't give him any meals for several days.
Now, Song Ruier is so hungry that she can barely walk.
When Song Ruier saw Qiao Lian'er's gaze, he was overjoyed, hoping that Qiao Lian'er would show some kindness.
But Qiao Lian'er turned her face away again, pretending not to see it.
"That damn girl," Song Ruier cursed inwardly.
That brat is so cunning; she must know he's suffering, but she refuses to lend a helping hand. What kind of sister is that?
Since things had already turned ugly, Song Ruier couldn't just go in directly. He looked around and found a stick that the Qiao family had placed at the door.
This was something the Qiao family used for unforeseen circumstances, something they could grab and use to deal with people.
Song Ruier pulled at it, and the stick fell to the ground with a thud.
"What's that noise? Is someone here to sell matsutake mushrooms?" Old Mrs. Qiao glanced outside but didn't see anyone.
"It might just be Da Shun running amok," Qiao Zhizhi said.
Qiao Xi'er laughed: "Da Shun is lying at your feet gnawing on a bone."
"I'll go out and take a look." Madam Lü got up, crossed the courtyard, and came to the gate, where she saw the stick lying on the ground.
The stick has been kept in place, bracing against a recess in the courtyard wall, so it won't roll around even in strong winds.
Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, she heard a muffled thud, something fell to the ground, and then a rather large object rolled to her feet.
Startled, Ms. Lü quickly took a step back and picked up the stick.
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