“Absolutely certain,” Jiang Nuan said, her eyes flashing. “In the past, Mother thought that making a fortune quietly was the best way, but now she thinks that developing in a cowardly, turtle-like way is too stifling and affects my style.”
Her fellow villagers are either extremely wealthy, or queens and empresses, and some even rebelled and became empresses. She can't be too spineless, can she?
At least I can't just be a lazy bum!
"Mother," Huang Lao Er asked, puzzled, "you still have class?"
Even if he's a sissy, he has to admit that his mother still needs to work on her manners.
High-class things like style have nothing to do with him.
Instantly, Jiang Nuan's face turned green!
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Nuan looked at her son seriously and uttered a single word, "Get out!"
This son is such a pain; she wants to return him...
“Mother, don’t argue with Second Brother, that simpleton,” Huang Xiaosan said. “Building a school is a big deal. Should we discuss it with Uncle and Grandpa?”
“Let’s wait a bit, let’s earn some money first,” Jiang Nuan explained. “Right now, we’re in a food shortage. Besides some wild vegetables on the mountain, all we have left are cabbages and radishes. It’s the perfect time to sell kimchi. And since we have some money, let’s do something big.”
"What's the big deal?" Huang Lao Er asked, puzzled. "Is selling some kimchi a big deal?"
You idiot!
Jiang Nuanxin felt extremely upset and didn't want to say anything.
Ignoring Huang Lao Er's foolishness, Huang Xiao San asked eagerly, "Mother, what are your thoughts?"
“I plan to collect all the cabbages in the village and make them into kimchi to sell,” Jiang Nuan lowered her eyes. “Before, I only wanted to sell kimchi to Wuweilou Restaurant. A restaurant’s usage is limited, and three thousand catties is the maximum.”
Now I just feel like I've lost my mind. Not only are there restaurants and wealthy families in the county, but we could also sell our produce in neighboring counties and the prefectural city.
"Mom, will this work?" Huang Xiaosan asked doubtfully. "Won't it be too conspicuous?"
“It’s bound to attract envy, but there’s nothing we can do about it,” Jiang Nuan said after a pause. “Don’t worry too much. Kimchi is only good for novelty. Powerful people don’t care about it. Even if others are envious, it doesn’t matter. There are so many people in Huangjiakou. What are we afraid of?”
Having figured this out, Jiang Nuan was brimming with confidence.
She wouldn't have realized she had quite a background even without this incident.
With an older brother who is the village chief and a cousin who is the clan head, Huangjiakou is a small place where it's a bit difficult to walk sideways, but walking with hands on hips is no problem.
He couldn't help but think to himself: I never thought I'd become the local bully.
"Mom, shall we go harvest cabbages now?" Old Huang asked. "How many should we take? How much per pound?"
“We’ll take as much as we can,” Jiang Nuan said after a moment’s thought, considering the upcoming corvée labor. “We’ll pay one coin per pound.”
Jiang Nuan had little contact with the people of Huangjiakou, had no memory of them, and was unfamiliar with their character.
However, given their extreme tolerance towards the Jiang family, Jiang Nuan felt that even if these people were bad, they couldn't be that bad.
If that's the case, why can't we love each other?
As for those past frictions, what's the big deal? Every family has its ups and downs. Can people from the same clan really be enemies for life?
Jiang Nuan, who thought it was a trivial matter, completely underestimated the power of the Jiang family!
“One penny a pound,” Old Huang muttered under his breath, “That’s too expensive. It can buy a pound of brown rice for that price.”
“That’s right,” Huang Lao Er chimed in. “These are all cabbages grown by our own family. Why are they so expensive? Mother, three catties for one coin is fine. We don’t have to worry about finding buyers.”
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