Chapter 258 Do you really look down on me?
Song Chunxue's expression turned cold, and she threw the calligraphy brush on the table.
The fourth brother put his hands on his hips and said, "Uncle Nan, who told you that? I don't know anything about it."
Nan's wife nudged her husband, and Uncle Nan chuckled, "Then I must have misheard. Sorry, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Well, we brought half a year's worth of silver, a total of three strings and three hundred cash, which his aunt counted in person."
"good."
Song Chunxue took the heavy copper coin and thought to herself that buying the shop back then was really worth it.
The shopkeeper was too eager to sell. Ten taels of silver wasn't expensive, but it hurt her as much as if she had her own flesh cut off when she spent it.
I never expected to earn more than three taels of silver in just six months. Doesn't this prove that I can recoup my investment in a year and a half?
There were two copies of the contract, one for each of them, and both of them had signed and affixed their fingerprints to them.
Song Chunxue gave the key to the man from the Nan family.
After sending the two away, the fourth brother jumped around in the yard.
"Mother, are shops really that valuable? You can earn more than three taels of silver in half a year just by waiting to collect money. Why bother with all that hard work? Just buy a few shops and wait to collect money."
Song Chunxue looked at him and said, "Easier said than done. Where will you get the money to buy the shop?"
"Do you think that couple are stupid? If they weren't confident they could make more money, would they have opened a second shop?"
The fourth brother was surprised, "They have other shops too?"
"Otherwise, there aren't many rouge shops in the entire Zhuanglang City. They must have thought they could make more money, so they opened a second one. I estimate they make at least one or two taels of silver a month. If the market is good in the summer, it's definitely more than that."
The fourth brother nodded, "That's true, I didn't expect selling rouge to be so profitable."
Knowing that the fourth brother had another idea, Song Chunxue ignored him.
Young people are impulsive and unpredictable; let them be.
Anyway, he doesn't have the money to mess around right now.
The next day, Song Chunxue went to the donkey pen, intending to harness two donkeys to plow the fields, but one of the donkeys had given birth and was still in labor.
In the past, donkeys could go to work in the fields ten days after giving birth.
But the Jiang family's life is not what it used to be. When Song Chunxue saw the little donkey that was still nursing, its eyes were big and round. When it saw people, it would run over and rub its head against her.
She felt a little guilty.
Fifty catties of licorice seeds can't plant more than a few acres, so she led her donkey, which hadn't given birth yet, to the field.
The fourth son, still half-asleep, pulled the cart. When they arrived at the field, he pointed excitedly at the people tilling the land not far away and exclaimed, "Mother, isn't that... isn't that Meiyang?"
Song Chunxue saw the man plowing the field not far away; she could run into him anywhere.
However, since discovering yesterday that he was actually quite strong, he felt very at ease with this woman. Not only was he not afraid of her, he even hoped to have a fight with her.
"He tills the land in the morning and acts like a hooligan in the afternoon. Ignore him and just follow behind him and sow seeds."
The fourth brother had a large wooden bucket hanging around his neck, filled with licorice seeds, which he scattered handfuls at a time.
Song Chunxue plows very slowly; it's difficult for a donkey to plow even one mu (approximately 0.16 acres) in a morning.
"You're planting licorice, right? You can't just scatter it like that, it won't sprout."
Before anyone knew it, Mei Yang walked up to the fourth brother, held out his hand and said, "Let me do it, you go and rest over there."
"No, I'll do it myself." The fourth brother looked at him warily. "We don't want to owe you a favor."
"Are you afraid I'll cling to your mother?" Mei Yang took the wooden bucket from his neck. "Watch me scatter it once, then follow behind and learn. Don't look like a silly scholar. How can you farm like this? From a distance, you look like a walking hanged ghost."
Song Chunxue came over from the other side of the field, frowned and looked at Mei Yang, "I just let him learn to plant by himself, he doesn't need your help."
“I’m a farmer, and I can’t stand his stupid and silly look. If you’re going to farm, then do it like you’re farming. It’s uncomfortable to watch him make that deadpan pose.”
Today, Mei Yang is no longer the playful, joking man he once was. He picked up a seed and scattered it, and his every move showed him to be a true farmer.
"No reward without merit. Bring your donkey over to plow the field, and I'll sow the seeds. We'll plant one acre today."
Song Chunxue looked at Mei Yang and thought that if he still didn't know what was good for him and insisted on pestering her, she would kick him.
"Alright, then I'll go get the donkey."
Song Chunxue was surprised to see that he had already put down the wooden bucket and was leading the donkey. "Hey, whose land are you plowing? I don't want to be overtaken."
“It’s mine.” Mei Yang turned to look at Song Chunxue. “I get to decide whose land I cultivate first.”
"..." Song Chunxue felt that he was acting strangely today.
The fourth brother leaned over and whispered, "When he speaks properly, he's quite a man."
Then, he looked Song Chunxue up and down. "No wonder Mother's luck with men has been so good lately. You look much better than before, your complexion is better, you dress more smartly, and even your hair is smoother than before. Money really does nourish people. You should thank the Taoist priest for his wealth-attracting talisman."
"Yes, so I will follow my senior brother's teachings and cultivate diligently."
The fourth son sat on the ground and said, "Then why should Mother farm? It's too hard. Lord Xie gave us so much land, but he didn't expect you to farm it yourself. Do other people who are rich still think about farming? They're all thinking about how to make money from money."
“One should not forget one’s roots, and besides, I’m not that greedy. Enough is enough.” Song Chunxue also sat on the ground. “I’ve been slacking off lately, and I plan to pay someone to grow the rest.”
"Yeah, that's more like it." The fourth brother swung his legs, leaned back, and lay down on the ground. "Let me take a nap. I'm still sleepy."
Song Chunxue ignored him; after today, he would have no more comfortable days.
Mei Yang led his mule over and, without saying much, began to plow the land. After Song Chunxue finished sowing the seeds, she dug up bitter herbs in the wasteland next to her.
The bitter lettuce has just sprouted new leaves and is still very tender, but it is still edible.
An hour later, Song Chunxue dug up a lot of fresh bitter greens, while Mei Yang had already finished cultivating one acre of land.
She handed him sixty copper coins, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, here you go."
"Consider it a favor, no thanks." With that, Mei Yang picked up the plow and urged the mule to walk towards another plot of land.
"Wait, you have to take this money."
Mei Yang stopped, her face devoid of a smile and filled with worry.
“I won’t cling to you anymore, and I won’t talk about marrying you or anything like that. You’re right, I should find a younger woman and have a few more sons.” He looked calmly at Song Chunxue, “Consider it an apology for bothering you the other day.”
"If you need to farm in the future, you can come to me. My brothers really like to earn honest money."
These words made Song Chunxue secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Her tone softened considerably. "Alright, I do have some land to cultivate."
Mei Yang dropped the whip and walked up to her. "You really look down on me?"
"I……"
"If Lord Xie can give you land, so can I. I am fond of you and can help you farm, do business, and plant trees and flowers. What can that frail Lord Xie do?"
Seeing that he was about to step forward again, Song Chunxue raised her hand, "So what you just said was just like a fart?"
Mei Yang was a little anxious, "If you don't have to have children after we get married, will you change your mind?"
"..." I'm speechless.
"I'll say it again, my relationship with Lord Xie is one of gentlemanly friendship, and no matter who it is, it won't waver. Do I have to beat you up before you'll believe me?"
The fourth brother, who was standing nearby, lifted the clothes covering his face and sat up sleepily. "Who wants to have a baby? Who wants to fight?"
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