In fact, Chu Qi never told us how much she earned in a month, she just gave the money to the whole family.
Chu Qi paid for all the money spent at home, including the monthly medicine money for Grandpa Ye and Ye Ping. She also paid for the money for building the house.
Huang Ying felt sorry for Chu Qi and was worried that with all his spending, he would sooner or later run out of money. She also thought that the family was always in a state of poverty.
She never expected that Chu Qi had become "rich overnight" without her knowing?
For a job that pays eight thousand copper coins a month, looking at the entire dynasty, the only way to earn that much is by doing business!
Looking at the thirty handkerchiefs in her hand, Huang Ying felt sad when she thought that she would earn less than fifty copper coins after selling them.
People are afraid of comparison.
No wonder her son didn’t ask her to work so hard. It turns out she really didn’t need to work hard anymore.
Facing her mother's question, Chu Qi rubbed her nose and smiled awkwardly:
"I have only earned a few dozen silver ingots so far. With today's earnings, I still have thirty-four silver ingots in my hand."
"Thirty-four?!"
Huang Ying almost fainted from excitement.
It's that kind of mentality that comes with suddenly discovering that your family has become rich.
It’s like always thinking that the family is poor, but the son secretly becomes rich.
"If you hadn't told me earlier that there were so many, I wouldn't have sold any handkerchiefs."
Huang Ying was angry. She was not a self-abusive person. Embroidering handkerchiefs occasionally was a way to cultivate her sentiments, but embroidering every day was just asking for trouble.
"Didn't I tell you not to embroider?" Chu Qi hugged Huang Ying's arm and said coquettishly:
"I blame you for not explaining it clearly. Are you still selling your handkerchief? Or should I buy you some rouge?"
Chu Qi did tell her not to sell the handkerchiefs.
But she didn't see all the money, and she was always worried that there wouldn't be enough for the family, so she didn't listen.
If I had known...
If I had known...
At this moment, she only felt regret. It was such a waste of suffering to endure the cold hands while embroidering in the winter.
Huang Ying couldn't hold back her serious emotions, she burst out laughing, and said helplessly: "Even if you have money, you can't spend it carelessly. Mom is so old, and she still needs rouge. Let's go and sell the handkerchief first."
She muttered, "No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. We can't let the meat get away."
After selling the handkerchiefs, Chu Qi and Huang Ying went to the market to choose ingredients for hot pot.
We have vegetables at home, so this time the main thing to choose is meat.
First of all, pork is indispensable. Choose the tender parts of the meat, cut it into thin slices and put it in the hot pot. The tender and chewy taste, coupled with the spicy pepper, is one of the classic delicacies.
This is the configuration you can enjoy in Ganchao.
Beef might be better, but cattle were used for farming in the Gan Dynasty, and the royal family issued a law prohibiting the consumption of beef.
In addition to pork, which is the most common meat in the vegetable market, there are also chicken and duck.
Other meats come from wild animals, which are very difficult to catch in the wild. Even for skilled hunters, it is not always possible to successfully hunt.
Because where there are a lot of prey, there are jackals and ferocious beasts.
To catch the prey, you have to be alive to get it.
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At this time, it was Si time.
The vegetable market gradually became lively.
Meat sellers, vegetable sellers, and even fish sellers all gathered in this small market.
Huang Ying hasn't been to a vegetable market properly for a long time, and hasn't entered a vegetable market for a long time.
Generally, there are only three things to do when entering a town:
Buy medicine.
Buy Xiaomi.
Selling handkerchiefs.
This is the first time in more than ten years that I have been able to go to the vegetable market with money in my pocket.
"Sir, would you like to buy some fish?"
"Sir, please buy some pork. It's fresh pork from today's slaughter. Look at the color and the fat and leanness. It's so good!"
“Tofu~delicious tofu~~”
Inside the vegetable market, the voices of various stall owners can be heard, as well as the sounds of customers picking and bargaining, mixing in together, creating a lively scene unique to the vegetable market.
Chu Qi was basically familiar with meat, but it was the first time she saw tofu.
She walked over with great interest and started chatting with the stall owner:
"Madam, is this your first time selling tofu here? Why haven't I seen you before?"
The boss is a middle-aged woman in her thirties, and time has left indelible marks on her face.
Perhaps because she had a hard life, many wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes. The boss was a little surprised to see a young man chatting with her.
The young man in front of me was wearing a long green gown that only scholars wore, and his hair was not yet tied up in a crown.
His handsome face was a little childish, but his bright and lively eyes, full of innocence, showed a steadiness that only an adult could have.
"Yes, this is my first time selling tofu. I haven't been doing business in Yuzhen since."
The boy was good-looking and had a good temperament, so the boss wanted to chat with him. She smiled warmly and asked:
"Do you want to buy tofu?"
"How much do you sell this tofu?"
"Two cents a piece," said the boss.
The tofu in front of her was as big as a palm, and each piece was white and tender. It was obvious that it was made from high-quality beans.
"Give me six cents."
Chu Qi said as he gave the money.
The boss wrapped the tofu in oil paper and handed it to the boy.
Chu Qi was in a good mood as she bought tofu for the first time, and then she and Huang Ying went to the second stall.
At the enthusiastic invitation of the pork seller, Chu Qi bought three pounds of lean meat.
Unlike Chu Qi’s previous life, fat here is more expensive than lean meat.
Because the lower classes of the Gan Dynasty have not been able to eat anything oily all year round, their stomachs are relatively lacking in oil.
When buying meat, people naturally prefer fatty meat.
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