In the evening, a group of people gathered around the kang table in Mao's room. There was a clanging sound.
Each person counted a pile of copper coins. Every hundred coins were strung together with string. In the end, the pile on the table looked like a small mountain.
Xiang Ye looked at Wen Xi with sparkling eyes. Gu Shengmo's eyes were full of admiration.
Mao smiled and said:
“I didn’t expect this business to be so profitable.”
A total of 4 taels of silver and 632 coins. After deducting the cost, the minimum income was 3.5 taels.
"There were a lot of business people on the first day, but from now on, I can only sell half a sheep at most. I can't sell so much. But I gave away a lot today, otherwise I could make at least 4 taels today."
Mao pinched Wen Xi's nose and said:
"Just be content! If you can earn two taels of silver in the future, it will be a huge income. Not to mention the northern part of Xinjiang, even if you run a small business in the capital, you won't starve if you can earn two taels a day."
"From now on, your aunt and I will take care of the sheep you bring to us every day. We'll then send them to you. If you have nothing to do during the day, you should study embroidery with your master. It's a real skill."
Wen Xi shook her head:
"Don't worry, Mom. I will learn embroidery well. But I'll come back and get the skewers! You can't carry so many, and you'll be choked up by the time you get them. I'll come back every two days."
"Okay, that's settled."
After deciding on the future direction, they went back to their rooms.
Business flourished. The barbecue business was joined by roujiamo (Chinese bacon, pork buns) and mutton offal. These became even more popular with the poor. The mutton offal, in particular, cost only two cents a bowl and practically quenched everyone's craving for meat.
Ye Erniang and the Mao family would go to the grain store from time to time to store some grain and salt. It can be said that there would be enough food for the next three to five years.
The rain continued to fall, the sun continued to rise, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.
Until autumn, the harvest season is about to arrive. It is the most difficult time for farmers, but also their happiest time.
A good harvest for a few days meant there would be food to eat and people would not go hungry. Everyone was waiting for the harvest in half a month.
During this period, Wen Xi had almost given up the barbecue business, leaving it to his master and a young man he hired later.
Wen Xi has been taking Fang Ya and Gu Shengmo to the mountains almost every day recently.
Of course, it was for the plants that I had set my eyes on a long time ago.
Forget about the wild grapes and sweet wild fruits. They had already been picked by the village children, one by one, until they were all gone.
Wen Xi's primary target was the pepper trees and the red peppers.
Then came the chestnuts and potatoes. Because these two were too heavy, I had to ask Fang Qiang for help to get them back.
Of course, we still have to split it in half when we meet. After all, we can't just watch them starve in the future! Especially since we can't help them later, it's better for them to get it back now.
Originally, they could have come to dig potatoes when the weather got colder, but Wen Xi couldn't wait. By then, the crops would have been greatly reduced, and the villagers would definitely come into the village to find a way out.
It would be too conspicuous to dig it up at that time.
This lasted for about ten days, and the skin color of the little ones had darkened by several shades. They had also lost a lot of weight, but they had definitely become stronger.
Coupled with the exercise he had been doing every morning, Wen Xi felt that he could now fight even against an ordinary adult.
As the day drew closer, Wen Xi became increasingly restless. This worried the Mao family members. They all thought she had been getting into something unclean with her frequent trips into the mountains. They were about to secretly seek out a shaman.
Locusts are coming!
Overnight, without warning, locusts swarmed the land like a rain of raindrops, devouring almost all the plants growing on the ground.
The cries of a mountain torrent echoed throughout Kongshan Village, or the entire Chu Dynasty, and the entire world.
Because these locusts are everywhere in the world.
Wen Xi's heart seemed to be relieved, but also seemed to be starting to lift.
It's not that I haven't thought about reminding the villagers, but how should I remind them? Should I stop them from farming?
If you plant, you can get a harvest. If you don't plant, what will you use to exchange for food?
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