"I'm not sure." Fan Jin frowned slightly and said hesitantly, "I've been to Nanning Prefecture and Huaning Prefecture in the past for study and examinations, but I was just a poor scholar and I don't think I would become a target."
Even if a vicious person were to act on impulse, the appropriate target would be a wealthy merchant who is alone, not a poor scholar.
Fan Jin's words were subtle, but Shui Qing understood them perfectly.
She looked at Fan Jin, who was refined and gentle, with an air of scholarly elegance, and seemed easy to bully.
Such a person, carrying a batch of valuable medicinal herbs, or returning to the city with silver... is no different from a fat sheep.
"Forget it, let's sell in Guangning Prefecture for now, and then we'll think of other ways to make money."
Fan Jin listened to Shui Qing.
His son is too young, and it's dangerous to take his daughter out. He's not afraid to go out alone, but he's worried that he won't earn any money and that the medicinal herbs will run out.
Shui Qing looked at Fan Jin's relaxed appearance. She had several ways to make money in her mind, but without exception, they all involved doing business.
The social hierarchy of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants has always been low, with various policies emphasizing agriculture and suppressing commerce. The Ming Dynasty, to which she belonged, was no exception.
Merchants were not allowed to hold official positions, and even marriage was affected.
Their digging and selling of medicinal herbs, and collecting a little bit of water chestnut in the village, still falls within the scope of "agriculture." If they were to open shops on a large scale and do business across regions, not only would Fan Jin's future in officialdom be ruined, but his children would inevitably be affected as well.
Moreover, Fan Jin was not cut out for business.
He prefers reading and working with words.
Shui Qing then thought of herself. She was Fan Jin's wife, and the two were bound together in a relationship, so it was definitely not acceptable to do so openly.
The only thing to do is raise the next generation well, and see if any of the five children have a talent for business... At worst, they can be separated. Ugh, she really isn't their biological mother; she's heartless...
Shuiqing, who was sleeping in a thatched hut in the middle of the night, tossed and turned, realizing that there was a reason why thatched huts, which cost no money, were phased out.
It's neither warm in winter nor cool in summer; besides providing shelter from the wind and rain, it seems to have no other advantages.
As she turned over, she felt a surge of heat flowing through her lower body.
The familiar feeling made her quickly get up, and without disturbing her two daughters on the opposite wooden bed, quietly walk out of the house.
There were three thatched huts. One hut was used to store grain and other items. The remaining two huts were used for her and her two daughters, and for Fan Jin and his three sons.
Walking into the makeshift toilet enclosed by a fence, she lifted her clothes to take a look, and sure enough, it was there.
She skillfully opened the online store, spent two thousand yuan to activate her daily necessities account, and bought the items that suited her.
Looking at the balance of less than eight thousand, he sighed with worry.
Hopefully, no one will get sick during this time, and nothing unexpected will happen...
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It was very early in the morning, at least for Shuiqing.
The loud noise woke her up.
She was grumpy when she woke up, and with a dark face, she pushed open the door to see who was wailing outside so early in the morning!
"Grandma, stop crying. Mom didn't sleep well last night, tossing and turning. Let her get some more sleep," Yan Qiu said, her little brows furrowed as she patiently persuaded her.
Mother Fan slapped her thigh and cried even harder: "My poor son! He goes to the prefectural city to copy books before dawn, while the women at home are still sleeping in late into the night. My poor son!"
As the mother-in-law, I want to enter my son's room, but I'm blocked by a bunch of grandchildren I raised myself. They're such ungrateful wretches! Why is my life so miserable?
Shui Qing understood.
Don't tell me, did Fan's mother learn how to wail like that?
Or did she learn it all on her own? How come she's just like some mothers-in-law in China?
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