Aunt San Gui said, "I saw that fat man when I came to your house to deliver duck eggs last time. He's the boss of Tie Tou's son, right? The one who directly let him quit working at the restaurant."
Song Anxin smiled and said, "It's because of the patronage of these shopkeepers that we've been able to keep receiving your duck eggs, right?"
Several women were very supportive, and they couldn't wait for Aunt Lin's business to thrive. They knew they didn't have Aunt Lin's business acumen, nor did they have the willingness to go all out. They had no intention of learning from her; they were content just to follow in her footsteps and get a share of the profits.
Some of the women already knew that Sister-in-law Lin and Stone Mother were working for Aunt Lin, and Aunt Zhao and Lin Dahong also went there today.
So he said.
"That's because you cook so well, Aunt Lin. People from the city like it. If you ever need help again when you're too busy, be sure to ask me for help."
"Yes, yes, and me too, Auntie. I might be working, Fengnian's mother."
"......."
Suddenly, everyone started recommending themselves.
Song Anxin smiled and agreed, but didn't give them a definite answer. If she were to hire someone, she would definitely want someone honest and hardworking, and Lin Dasao and Zhang Mei would have to make the final decision.
On the other side of Linjia Village.
Lin Gangzi stared at the familiar carriage in the distance, his eyes filled with resentment.
Why? Why is he suffering every day in this poor rural area, while Aunt Lin's family is getting better and better every day?
Even Lin Fengshou, the country bumpkin he usually looked down upon, ended up riding in the shopkeeper's carriage, and his former wife Zhang Mei became part of his household.
A shadow fell over his eyes, and he turned and walked toward Lin the Drunkard's house.
At this moment, Lin Jiugui was the only one sitting in the main room of his house. He was drunkenly tilting his head back and pouring the wine gourd into his mouth again and again, but not a single drop came out.
He angrily threw the gourd on the ground: "Damn it! It's all gone, I haven't even had my fill yet."
Lin Gangzi walked in from the doorway with a smile on his face and said, "Uncle, I'm having a drink."
Lin the Drunkard looked at Lin Gangzi with suspicion and slurred:
"You, the only educated person in the village, have come to my place. Oh, I forgot, hehe... Not anymore. Lin Ersao's younger brother, Song Tongsheng, teaches in the village. Even my Shitou is educated now, hehehe..."
Lin Gangzi's face turned extremely embarrassed upon hearing this. Yes, he was no longer the only one in the village who had received an education; he would no longer enjoy the villagers' respect, all because of Aunt Lin's family. But it didn't matter; he would soon be able to escape this poor rural village.
He suppressed his emotions, picked up the gourd he had thrown on the ground, and said:
"Uncle Drunkard, if you run out of alcohol, you can hit me again. Why get so angry?"
Lin the Drunkard scoffed, "Give me the money, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Lin Gangzi wasn't annoyed. He moved closer to him and frowned slightly at the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him, but he still forced himself to speak:
"I do have a way to make money. Auntie works at Aunt Lin's duck egg workshop, right? You could have her..."
After hearing this, Lin, the drunkard, sobered up considerably, and his face immediately fell.
"Get out of here! I don't believe you think I'm being kind. What kind of heartless, rotten way of making money is this? Even though I, Lin the Drunkard, may drink heavily and beat my wife and children, I know I can't do illegal things. You get out of here right now, get out..."
Lin Gangzi: "Uncle, didn't you dislike that Second Sister-in-law Lin? It just so happens I have a grudge against her too, let's take care of her together...you..."
Lin, the drunkard, got up and chased him out of the yard, spitting out a curse:
"Pah! I may dislike her, but that doesn't justify her maliciously harming an entire family. You call yourself a scholar? You've wasted your education..."
Lin the Drunkard thought, "If my uncle finds out, I'll be dead. And if my sister-in-law reports this to the authorities, I'll never have a drink again."
His wife is now working for Lin Ersaozi's family and earns a lot of money. He can get money to buy wine every day. Only a fool would risk his life to do this.
Lin Gangzi's face was terribly gloomy after being kicked out by Lin the Drunkard. His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked. What kind of person is he! The most shameless drunkard in the village actually dares to talk to me about ethics and morality. Doesn't he even know what kind of person he is?!
He pondered for a long time before walking out of the village.
As evening approached, Lin Fengshou returned in a carriage, specially sent by Manager Cai of Tianxuan Restaurant.
As soon as he returned, he said, "Mother, I went to the slaughterhouse with a few shopkeepers. We can just get our goods from there from now on."
While busy in the kitchen, Song Anxin said to the yard outside, "That slaughterhouse is quite far, isn't it? If you go there to deliver goods in the morning and then go there to pick up more, will you be able to catch the oxcart back?"
Lin Fengshou scratched his head, as if he really couldn't catch up.
Song Anxin: "Why don't you go and talk to Uncle Lin and say that we'll hire his oxcart from now on? We'll deliver goods there every morning and then pick up goods from the slaughterhouse. We'll pay you sixteen coins a day, okay?"
Uncle Lin immediately agreed upon hearing this. He rarely had any passengers on his truck, and sometimes it was even empty. He could only earn some money when he delivered goods to Sister-in-law Lin's house.
If I go to deliver the goods early, I can go directly back to Linjia Village from the slaughterhouse and get back earlier, so I can work in the fields for a while.
After dinner in the evening, Zhang Mei, Lin Fengnian, and a few others went to the ancestral hall to study, and Song Anbang also had to go to teach. Song Anxin had to wash the pig offal by herself. There was too much pig offal, weighing more than 100 jin, and Song Anxin naturally couldn't carry it by herself. So the younger ones helped carry it to the river before going to the ancestral hall.
As she was about to leave, the younger children were still nagging Song Anxin not to go and to wait for them to come back. Song Anxin refused, wanting to quickly wash herself while it was still light.
Sister-in-law Lin happened to be at the door seeing Lin Erxi and Dongzi off to the ancestral hall. Seeing her younger siblings carrying a large group of pig offal, she asked, "Aren't you going to the ancestral hall to study? Why are you washing pig offal now?"
Song Anxin replied with a smile, "They'll take it to the river. I'll wash it myself. The county restaurant has temporarily added some goods."
Sister-in-law Lin immediately exclaimed, "Sister-in-law, how can you go alone without calling me, your sister-in-law? Don't you consider me family?"
"Sister-in-law, what are you saying? Aren't you worried that you'll get tired from working all day at the duck egg workshop?"
Sister-in-law Lin slapped her thigh and said, "I only work for a few hours a day, and I even get a break at noon. How could I be tired? You wait here, I'll go with you."
Before Song Anxin could respond, Sister-in-law Lin rushed back to her room, put down her things, told her husband, and then returned.
The group headed towards the river again. Lin Erxi looked at Song Anbang and thought he looked quite handsome carrying pig offal into the water. Her eyes sparkled.
On the way, Song Anxin let Feng Yao and the other younger ones go ahead. After crossing a hillside, they arrived at the riverbank. Lin Fengnian and the others, carrying pig offal, went to the riverbank before her and Sister-in-law Lin, as they had to hurry back to the ancestral hall.
Song Anxin and Sister-in-law Lin fell behind. Autumn had arrived, and the weather was gradually becoming less hot and humid. Looking up at the mountain, it seemed as if a little green had been shed.
Just then, Widow Zhu, her eldest son Zhu Heiwa, and her youngest son Zhu Heizi, carrying several loads of firewood and some wild vegetables, came face to face with them on their way down the mountain.
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