"97 jin, that's..."
388 yuan.
Lin Mo didn't say the specific number aloud, but instead mouthed it to Wang Junjun.
The astonishing numbers not only stunned Wang Junjun, but also shocked his parents.
Lin Mo beckoned A Jun to come into the main room with him and told A Jun to wait for him there.
He went into the east room alone, took out the money, and then returned to the main room.
“Consider yesterday’s hundred as a debt. We’ll deduct five pounds from the amount each day, and it will be cleared in five days. Your parents won’t even notice.”
"That's a total of 488 yuan."
Ah Jun, his hands trembling, accepted the thick wad of ten-yuan bills handed to him by Lin Mo.
Good heavens, all the money I've ever touched in my twenty years of life doesn't equal what I have now.
The immense stimulation from the money caused Ah Jun's body to tremble uncontrollably.
At the same time, Lin Mo's thoughtful kindness also left him with mixed feelings.
And guilt.
"Those two pheasants..."
"Forget it, I already said that has nothing to do with you," Lin Mo smiled, realizing that this matter was still a thorn in his side.
"From now on, when we scold your aunt in the village, just don't stand by and defend her."
"Go back with your parents quickly, and come back again tomorrow."
After pushing the person out, he took out two ten-yuan bills and gave them to Miao Qingsong and Awang to settle the bill.
The two of them happily skipped home.
Wang Junjun and his family of three practically shuffled home like wooden figures.
Because my body is a bit stiff, so stiff that it doesn't obey my commands.
The reason was that he was shocked by the huge sum of money.
Upon returning home, Old Wang, who had been shocked the entire way, snatched the huge sum of money from his son's hand.
The screams were almost unbearable, a loud and guttural wail.
"My goodness! I've never touched so many in my entire life..."
"Jun'er's mother, hurry, hurry, gather the money up and hide it away, and whatever you do, don't let anyone else know!"
Aunt Wang had been trembling all over for a long time, her stomach filled with uncontrollable excitement.
"How come I never noticed before that Xiao Mo is such a good person? He has his own way of making money and he's happy to help us out."
She was so excited that tears streamed down her face.
The matter of the two pheasants was originally just something that Wang Junjun couldn't get over.
The two elders had always intended to take advantage of the situation; the pheasant was still being raised at home, laying an egg every two days.
Although the incident made his parents feel guilty, they hadn't really intended to seek justice for Lin Mo.
After all, what's more important than someone else's innocence than one's own basic needs?
But now, that feeling of guilt is also subtly rising in the hearts of the two elders.
I felt it was really unfair of me to let Wang Yanli harass Lin Mo that time.
Fortunately, Lin Mo didn't hold a grudge, otherwise such a good thing would not have fallen into our laps.
In this village, who could possibly come up with so much money all at once?
No!
Even Captain Chen Gang's family has to divide the money into pieces to make ends meet!
“Jun, take this 10 yuan. Before you go to work at the Lin family's house tomorrow, go to the production team and buy 10 jin of pork belly. Then take it to Lin Mo. We need to apologize to him properly for that matter.” Aunt Wang’s hands trembled as she took out 10 yuan from a wad of cash and handed it to Wang Junjun.
Wang Junjun nodded and was about to reach out to take it when Old Wang suddenly exclaimed, "Tch!"
"Ten yuan? Lin Mo paid us so much in one go. Ten yuan is like giving money to a beggar to him. He doesn't understand social etiquette at all!"
Old Wang, looking like he knew how to navigate social situations, snatched the stack of banknotes back into his hand.
With a wave of his hand, he pulled out another ten-yuan bill:
"Buy twenty catties of pork belly and take it over!"
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was drawing dozens of cards with that wave of his hand, but it turned out he just added one extra.
Wang Junjun felt that his parents' behavior was rather stingy and petty.
...
The next morning, just as dawn broke, the three brothers arrived one after the other.
As soon as Ah Jun and his parents arrived, they sat down behind Songtashan Mountain and busied themselves with their work, not wanting to dawdle for even a second.
Lin Mo then told his two childhood friends to bring as many burlap sacks and snakeskin bags as possible, and they also carried pickaxes and sickles to venture deeper into Chicken Beak Mountain.
The three had barely left when the village chief arrived with a donkey cart.
He came to collect pine nuts, but after looking around inside and out, he couldn't find anyone.
"Hey, village chief? Xiao Mo said yesterday that you were buying those aspic?"
Knowing that the village chief might come to the Lin family in the morning, Miao Shouzhen and Miao Fenfa, who had timed their visit perfectly, came over with smiles, pretending to bump into him by chance.
"Oh, you guys know how to make aspic?" The village chief asked in surprise, but was secretly delighted.
Great, two more families are willing to make aspic, but:
"What kind of meat is the aspic?"
"A roe deer!" Miao Shouzhen quickly exclaimed with a smile.
After Miao Qingsong returned home last night, his family worked all night to butcher and stew the roe deer they had been allocated.
It simmered all night, and I only managed to filter the soup this morning.
After filtering out the solids, the soup is crystal clear.
After cooling, it gradually solidified into a transparent, clear, slightly yellowish jelly.
It's all cut up now, just waiting for the village chief to pay for it.
Upon hearing that it was roe deer skin jelly, the village chief's eyes narrowed into smiles:
"Let's go."
"Alright!"
The village chief knew that roe deer weren't available every day.
However, resources were scarce during those years, and everything was in short supply. Only when family farming was established could the aspic business be stabilized.
"Let's taste it in a bit. You can't just stop making aspic once it's cooked; the flavor has to be right." On the way, the village chief gave them a few tips.
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