Zhao Jinfa once again demonstrated to his fellow villagers what it means to be worse off than a pig.
Now, no one is agonizing over which side to choose; everyone hopes they can have two more.
Zhao Jinfa was also shrewd; these piglets were distributed equally among households, and the number of piglets purchased was at most the average, but could be less than the average.
The arrangements are made entirely based on each household's ability to raise livestock.
The piglets were quickly divided up. The remaining dozen or so were all taken home by Zhao Jinfa.
The old man didn't mind having too many piglets, nor did he worry about what would happen if they died.
Even if they can't be raised, there are still dozens of kilograms of meat, and they're not sick.
Han Sifang, who had come to deliver piglets, was currently enjoying a watermelon and fanning himself in the living room of Qingshan Xiaozhu, feeling extremely content.
Zhao Qianci, the patriarch, was sitting in the living room entertaining guests.
"These melons are really sweet! Did you grow them at home? Do you have any more to sell?"
Han Sifang's true nature as a businessman was revealed again.
Zhao Qianci smiled faintly.
"Haha, you're putting me in a difficult position. I'm the one who makes all the decisions at home."
The old man spoke so frankly, without showing the slightest embarrassment or shame about being henpecked.
Han Sifang laughed heartily, "Sifang is too anxious, but the old man is magnanimous."
As soon as Huang returned to the doorway of the living room, she overheard the conversation between the two.
"Manager Han, why are you eyeing my melons again?"
Mrs. Huang walked in cheerfully from outside the door.
After Han Sifang stood up and greeted Madam Huang, he sat down again and made his intentions clear.
Huang nodded.
"We have planted some melons on this mountain, but I don't know exactly how many kilograms they will yield. Selling them to your Wangyue Tower isn't out of the question, but the price..."
Han Sifang understood.
"I was fortunate enough to eat this melon once in the capital, but it was much smaller and not as sweet as this one."
The price is basically 50 coins per pound. I wonder how much the old lady plans to sell it for?
Han Sifang has already set the price.
After thinking for a moment, Huang said,
"Since you said you've only eaten it once in the capital, that only means it's priceless and unavailable; there's nowhere to buy it."
Otherwise, given Manager Han's status, he could afford to eat it even if it cost 50 coins per catty, let alone 5 taels of silver per catty.
Things are valued for their rarity, and my wife isn't greedy. Let's say these melons are worth 100 coins per pound, which means each melon is worth about one or two taels of silver.
As for whether Manager Han can sell a melon for five or ten taels after taking it back, this old woman isn't envious.
Han Sifang really wanted to die. Why did he say he had eaten it earlier?
After some haggling, the final price was 80 wen per jin for each melon.
When Han Sifang arrived at the melon field behind the Zhao family's house and saw that it was about thirty acres in size, he felt that he had been cheated.
Is this really not much? But then I thought, the more melons the Zhao family grows, the more money my family will make.
This melon is called the "cold melon" in the capital. Even if it costs twenty taels of silver, people will still buy it, let alone two taels.
It's just that nobody grows them.
Although the weather in the north is gradually getting colder now, which is not the best time to eat this, who doesn't like something rare?
Han Sifang quickly signed a supply and sales contract with the Zhao family, and then hurriedly returned to the town to arrange vehicles. He started going to the Zhao family to pick up melons the next day.
Qingshan Xiaozhu has once again become the focus of Zhao Family Village.
However, no one knew what was loaded on those carriages. The two-horse carriages were not only surrounded by high railings, but also covered with thick tarpaulins.
They wanted to lift the tarpaulin to take a peek, but didn't have the courage. They were all itching with anxiety.
Will anyone from the Zhao family reveal the answer to them? Of course not.
The Zhao family has been busy lately; their eldest granddaughter is getting married in ten days.
Tian Xiaolan, who used to occasionally have time to go out and chat, has been helping her sister-in-law prepare Zhao Qingyi's dowry these days.
Huang was also quite interesting; she would prepare the same dowry for Qinglin as she prepared for Zhao Qingyi.
Even if Tian Xiaolan wanted to find fault, she couldn't. This mother-in-law is really too fair.
Therefore, Tian Xiaolan helped Zhao Qingyi make quilts and prepare her dowry during the day, and also had to organize Zhao Qinglin's dowry at night.
I've lost a lot of weight recently.
Zhao Yonggeng is a loving husband.
"Qinglin's dowry should all be put back in her room. Her grandmother prepared it, so let her keep it herself."
As for the blankets and such, just let her make them herself.
You are a mother, not a maid.
Look at her face, it's noticeably thinner. And that waist, which used to be able to be pinched, is now just a thin layer of fat.
Honey, you can't work so hard anymore.
This is the eldest son's daughter's wedding. When our two daughters get married, you'll be exhausted!
Zhao Yonggeng rambled on.
"Oh dear, stop nagging. If we don't get this sorted out soon, it'll take up space everywhere."
Qinglin has to study and practice martial arts every day, where would she find the energy to do these kinds of chores?
Besides, how would she know how to match or what to do with these things after buying them?
She's almost at the age where she should be getting married. How long can she stay at home and live a comfortable life?
As the mother, I'll help get it out first.
I wonder what kind of family Qinglin will marry into in the future. I'm really worried about it.
Tian Xiaolan said with great concern.
Zhao Yonggeng forcibly took the needle from his wife's hand and inserted it into the thread board.
He pulled his wife's arm and started massaging her.
"Wife, don't worry about these things. I am now a scholar with the title of Xiucai. Qinglin can get married a few more years later. I will try my best to pass the Juren exam in three years."
By then, our family's social standing will be elevated, and the son-in-law we find for our daughter will certainly be even better.
Of course, we can't just keep dragging this on.
Over the past few years, we've been observing more closely to see which family's son is a good match for our daughter.
Regardless of family background, one must first and foremost have good character.
We must observe this carefully from multiple perspectives, and we absolutely cannot end up like Miss Xi, who found such a family.
Besides, you know our daughter's personality; she's not the type to take things lying down.
Why do all the girls in our family have to practice martial arts?
It's just that I'm worried about being mistreated after I get married.
As long as our daughters have the skills, we're not afraid of our sons-in-law being dissatisfied.
Daughter-in-law, don't worry about these unfounded things.
First, put the needle and thread away.
If all else fails, tell Mother that we should buy a few maids who specialize in needlework.
Right now, what our family needs to care about most isn't your daughter's dowry, but me, your husband.
Zhao Yonggeng has switched to sticky mode again.
Tian Xiaolan gave her husband a reproachful look, which almost made Zhao Yonggeng lose his soul.
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