"No," Old Man Huang said incredulously, "Really? A jar of wine worth ten thousand taels of silver?"
How can there be such an idiot?
For the sake of a jar of wine, thousands of acres of fertile land were wasted. Has the person lost their mind?
Old Huang, who prided himself on being a man of many experiences, couldn't help but think that this whole thing was unreliable.
It's not just unreliable, it's downright a fantasy.
Even the finest nectar from heaven would cost this much!
“Exactly,” Old Master Jiang nodded repeatedly, “How could that be? Even at a hundred taels a jar, not many people would be willing to be ripped off.”
"What do you know?" Old Mrs. Jiang glared at her husband unhappily. "What Ya Ya took out can't be bought with money. Ten thousand taels of silver is a lot of money."
This is a divine destiny!
What difference would a few tens of thousands more taels make? Even without his own daughter, he could still enjoy the benefits of being a god.
They really don't understand.
"Not much?" Old Man Huang retorted. "Even if we sold all of us, we wouldn't be worth this price."
Is this woman obsessed with money?
"Who said that?" Old Mrs. Huang snorted. "That man isn't stupid. If it really wasn't worth that price, would he be willing to pay it?"
As she spoke, Old Lady Huang turned her head and asked, "Yaya, did Han Yi's father leave any money?"
“I’ve kept it,” Jiang Nuan waved her hand. “Half a jar is worth five thousand taels, all in one thousand tael silver notes.”
"Five thousand taels?" Old Mrs. Jiang felt like she was being hit by a pile of silver. "Daughter, you really gave it to me?"
"Look, you don't believe me?" Jiang Nuan placed the silver notes on the table. "They're all here!"
After confirming that the banknotes were genuine, the two old men instantly broke down.
Old Man Huang clutched his head and exclaimed, "Heavens! I've actually wasted ten thousand taels of silver?"
"Hurry up and send Jiang Xu to his mother-in-law's house; they might not have finished drinking yet," Old Master Jiang said, clinging to the last shred of hope.
“Father,” Aunt Jiang said weakly, “that wine should be gone. My mother took it out to entertain my husband when we went back to my parents’ home last time.”
Upon hearing this, Old Master Jiang felt a pain as if cut by a knife, and roared, "Jiang Xu, I'll beat you to death, you good-for-nothing brat!"
“That’s nonsense,” Old Madam Jiang said coolly. “You personally instructed your in-laws to take that wine.”
puff!
That's so heartbreaking!
Grandpa Jiang is dead!
"Alright, there's no point in talking about what's already happened," Huang Shi said, suppressing his excitement. "Ya Ya, can you still brew the same wine as before?"
If it really can be brewed, then embark on a path of bending down to pick up silver.
If I only brew wine for the rest of my life, I can live a comfortable life on a mountain of silver.
Thinking of this, Huang Shi felt a pang of sadness. He had worked hard for half his life and hadn't saved a single hundred taels of silver, while others could spend ten thousand taels of silver just to drink a jar of wine.
These wicked rich people really don't value money!
Sure enough, these poor people couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of life the rich lived.
“Yes,” Jiang Nuan said against her conscience, looking at the group of people with glowing eyes, “but the conditions are very strict, and only a few jars can be produced each year.”
After saying this, Jiang Nuan immediately turned her face away uncomfortably, covering her chest with her right hand, because... her conscience was a little aching.
There's plenty of this wine, but she can't give everyone the impression that it's commonplace. Otherwise, how can people appreciate its value, and how will any suckers be willing to buy it?
While these family members can be trusted, having more people around means more risk, so it's best to be cautious.
This is so hard for me!
Upon hearing this, everyone was somewhat disappointed: that was all silver.
However, I quickly felt relieved.
Grandma Jiang spoke first, "That makes sense. If something this expensive were really that easy to get, it would be no different from finding money for free!"
“That’s right,” Old Mrs. Huang agreed. “If it’s as easy to get as ordinary wine, and it costs ten thousand taels of silver for a jar, that’s just too unscrupulous.”
Those words really hurt!
Jiang Nuan silently lowered her head.
There's nothing we can do; she's just so utterly depraved.
But it's impossible to sell it cheaply, it will never be cheap. She'd rather keep it at home and drink it as water.
Some things shouldn't be judged by how easily they are obtained, but rather by whether they are worth the price.
After calming herself down, Jiang Nuan finally raised her head and obediently listened to her elders.
"It's heartbreaking to think about," Huang Shi said dejectedly. "We work ourselves to the bone all year, and we only earn a dozen or so taels of silver. After deducting food, drink and other expenses, there's hardly any silver left."
Some are even worse off; they toil all year round, yet still can't fill their stomachs. Where do these expenses of ten thousand or eight thousand taels of silver place us?"
"Stop talking such discouraging things," Old Mrs. Huang couldn't help but kick her son when she heard him acting all smug after getting what he wanted. "You've already got the silver notes, what are you whining about? Isn't it good that the windfall came to you on its own?"
Where should it be placed?
Listen to this, is this even human language?
If this is an insult, she'd like as much as possible; she wouldn't mind being smashed to death.
People really can't stay idle; once they're idle, they tend to overthink.
Thinking of this, Old Lady Huang narrowed her eyes. "Eldest son, since you have so much free time, go practice your calligraphy in the backyard. You are, after all, the clan leader. Don't let people ask Ya Ya when they write their names on the clan register."
"Mother, I won't say anything more, you can continue."
Huang Shi wanted to slap herself twice. "You've got nothing better to do than spout nonsense and anger me now."
After being stirred up by Old Lady Huang, all his melancholy thoughts vanished.
He huddled in the crowd, listening attentively.
Ignoring his foolish son, Old Man Huang asked anxiously, "Yaya, how many jars of this wine can we get in a year?"
"Five, four, no, three jars, I guess."
Jiang Nuan spoke without any confidence.
Although she believes her wine is indeed worth the price, the excessive profiteering is truly unethical, and she should probably reduce her production.
“Alas,” Old Man Huang said with regret, “I guessed it was the same. Such precious wine couldn’t be brewed so easily.”
“That’s good,” said Grandpa Jiang. “It’s always good to cherish what you have. Otherwise, once you’ve used up all your good fortune, God won’t be so lenient.”
“That makes sense,” Old Mrs. Huang nodded repeatedly. “This is already an incredible opportunity. We can’t be greedy. Not to mention how much it will sell for in the future, even now, five thousand taels is more than many people could earn in a lifetime. We should be content.”
As she spoke, she turned to ask, "Yaya, what do you plan to do with all this money? Buy land? Or renovate the house?"
This house was originally built with one room per person, but now that there are more and more people, it's not enough. In a few years, when the younger generation gets married and has children, there won't be enough room at all.
“Of course, I’ll give these to my parents first,” Jiang Nuan said with a smile, taking out two silver notes and giving one to each family. “Land is hard to buy now, so I want to use the remaining silver to buy some houses and shops.”
“Take this money back,” Old Mrs. Huang said sternly. “It’s money you earned through your own abilities, so keep it for yourself.”
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