Song Lizheng was very hesitant: "But fifty taels is really a bit too much!"
Chi Xingyue calculated the cost for him: "It's not much at all! Think about it, in winter, when everyone is eating radishes and cabbages, our fresh mushrooms suddenly appear. Selling them for a hundred coins per pound is not too much, right?
What does fifty taels mean? That's only five hundred kilograms of mushrooms!
If only fifty households in Qingshan Village participate, that is to say, after the mushrooms are ripe, they only need to send ten kilograms to our Ling family, and the rest is pure profit.
If 200 households in Qingshan Village participate, each household will only need to contribute 2.5 kilograms.”
Song Lizheng's eyes widened in surprise. "You're kidding, right? Just mushrooms, can be sold for a hundred coins per pound? Dried mushrooms aren't even that expensive!"
Chi Xingyue chuckled: "Rich people care about price? Rich people care about quality!
If the village head doesn't believe me, you can hand over the sales rights to the Ling family. I guarantee that the final price will only go higher, not lower!
Of course, we can't help you for free. If you need us to sell something, you have to follow our instructions and pay a 10% commission."
Song Lizheng had never thought that a woman could be so powerful. Just a few words made him want to make a move.
According to the Ling family's young wife, the price they paid was nothing to be afraid of. They could easily come up with fifty taels of silver.
Moreover, they provide one-stop service from planting to harvesting. All they need is 10% of the profits.
All in all, they made a net profit!
The balance in Song Lizheng's heart has already tilted towards the Ling family.
He immediately stood up and said: "I will discuss it with the villagers and give you an answer tomorrow."
Chi Xingyue nodded and asked Aunt Taohua to fill a bowl of spicy hot pot for him to take back.
Song Lizheng did not refuse and took the bowl home with a smile. Aunt Song and her children and grandchildren smelled the tempting aroma and felt hungry again.
Unfortunately, there was only one bowl, and there wasn't enough for everyone in the family. Everyone took a chopstick to taste it, and that was it.
Aunt Song tutted her lips, thinking the two chickens were worth spending. But she kept glaring at him, making Song Lizheng's hair stand on end.
"What's going on?" Song Lizheng rubbed his arms, feeling that the room was a little cold.
Aunt Song snorted coldly: "You seem to be enjoying your meal, but look at your family, everyone is staring at you!"
Song Lizheng choked up, thinking that he hadn't eaten his fill. Spicy hot pot was so delicious, it was impossible to have enough of it in just one meal.
But I can't tell the Ling family. Even the last dish was unexpected.
He blinked, changed the subject, and asked his eldest son to call several respected elders in the village to discuss important matters.
Aunt Song grinned and said, "Is this done?"
Song Lizheng shook his head: "No, but it's almost there!"
***
After Song Lizheng left, the atmosphere at home became a little subtle.
The reason was that Geng Suhua and Liang Zhijun didn't understand why the old lady wanted to teach others the technique of growing mushrooms. Wasn't she afraid of cutting off her own source of income?
"Mom, if there were no Qingshan Village, our Ling family's mushrooms would be the best in Yunrou County. If you do this now, aren't you making us lose money in vain?"
"Xingyue can get an extra fifty taels, but what about my sister-in-law and me? What if there are too many people selling mushrooms and the price is undercut by others?"
The old lady rolled her eyes, thinking, "What a lack of foresight! No wonder the first and third wives haven't been able to keep up with the second wife."
Of course, when she was marrying off her eldest and third sons, she didn't choose any particularly smart ones, fearing that she wouldn't be able to control them and they would become troublemakers.
He looked up at the silent eldest and third brother and asked them, "What do you think?"
Ling Weiyuan and Ling Weicun have been doing business for so many years, and their vision is longer-term than that of women. They all nodded and said, "Mom, you're right!"
Liang Zhijun and Geng Suhua were about to say something when they heard the old lady turn her head and say, "Xingyue, what are you talking about?"
Chi Xingyue, who was talking to her boyfriend, pointed at herself in surprise and said, "Me?"
She felt that she was not important enough in this kind of situation. Shouldn't Ling Jiheng be the one to speak?
What he got was the old lady's nod and a group of curious looks from people.
Chi Xingyue spoke under pressure: "I think that grandma taught the method to the villagers as a protection for our Ling family."
Liang Zhijun and Geng Suhua were puzzled, and Chi Xingyue explained, "Actually, we can do it ourselves. We can build a factory in the village and hire villagers to help.
But there is no precedent for growing mushrooms in the Dayong Dynasty, and because of our special status, we are easily targeted.
What if someone covets our recipe? With our current strength, do you think we can keep it?
If the other party uses the villagers to put pressure on us, will the village head use moral kidnapping on us because he cannot withstand the pressure?
By then, not only will the recipe be lost, but even the factory may be lost.
My grandmother encouraged the villagers to grow mushrooms together, which was equivalent to uniting everyone into a community of interests.
In the future, whoever wants to get the recipe will have to consider the anger of the entire Qingshan Village.
Of course, if too many people know how to grow mushrooms, the recipe won't be so valuable anymore."
After listening to this, everyone nodded, thinking that Chi Xingyue's analysis was reasonable, and couldn't help but look up to her a little more.
Especially Ling Jiran, who considered herself a lady from a noble family, but found that her second sister-in-law Chi Xingyue, who was born a fire-making maid, was so insightful.
Much better than her.
"Then Second Sister-in-law, why didn't Grandma give the recipe directly to Song Lizheng?"
Chi Xingyue shook his head: "That will only make people's appetites bigger. In the future, whenever we do something, they will want to get a piece of the pie!
If you give them too many free things, they won't want to pay for them. If you don't do what they want, they will attack you in droves. They won't remember your kindness at all.
So, it’s better to be a bad guy and help others once in a while, rather than being a good guy who always does everything right.”
Ling Jiran nodded, indicating that he understood.
Geng Suhua suddenly realized: "In the future, learn more from your second sister-in-law. If you can learn even a little bit, you will be able to gain a firm foothold in your husband's family after you get married."
Ling Jiran blushed, glanced at Chi Xingyue, and lowered his head: "As long as my second sister-in-law doesn't find me annoying, that's all that matters."
Chi Xingyue coughed and said, "What's the big deal? When you get married, my second sister-in-law will give you a prescription."
I thought to myself, don't bother her, she likes quietness.
After the group of people dispersed, Chi Xingyue lost her image. She groaned in the Qingfeng Courtyard, complaining about her back and legs aching.
Ling Jiheng smiled and asked her to lie on the kang and massage her legs and waist.
The moderate force made Chi Xingyue feel extremely comfortable, and soon she fell asleep.
Ling Jiheng took off his coat and lay down next to Chi Xingyue. He always felt that he had accumulated virtue for several lifetimes to marry the little fairy.
Shu Muyun next door was also whispering to Ling Weicheng: "I didn't expect our Xingyue to be so amazing. She even surpassed all my sisters-in-law."
Ling Weicheng nodded, agreeing deeply: "Heng'er has the same vision as me!"
Shu Muyun raised his hand and gently poked Ling Weicheng's forehead, saying angrily: "Virtue!"
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