After Master Chen left, Cheng Yue picked up the silver ingot and roared inwardly, hoping that more customers would come who would throw money around like this!
"Mother, how many taels of silver is this?" Chen Lin stared blankly at the silver in Cheng Yue's hand, wanting to touch it.
Cheng Yue weighed it in her hands, "It should be ten taels."
In modern times, one jin is ten liang, while in ancient times, one jin was sixteen liang. That's where the saying "half a jin is eight liang" comes from. She knows this basic common sense.
This silver ingot doesn't feel like it weighs a pound in my hand, otherwise it could kill someone.
Chen Tong exclaimed, "My God! This Third Master Chen is so rich! How can he be so generous?"
They used to make fifty catties of noodles a day and earn about one tael of silver, which they found unbelievable. Now, this Master Chen was spending ten taels at a time, which was simply terrifying. She couldn't understand it.
Cheng Yue patted her head and said, "There are so many people in the world, some poor and some rich, and people live all kinds of lives."
The wealthy cannot understand why the poor eat coarse food and wild vegetables, and the poor cannot imagine how the wealthy spend money like water.
The saying "Why not eat meat porridge?" and the idea that poverty limits imagination are not uncommon.
The three children seemed to understand, but Cheng Yue didn't continue. Some things are simply beyond one's imagination.
Unless you're standing at that height.
After selling the heluo noodles, Cheng Yue went to Wu's pork stall as usual. In addition to buying meat, she also bought a basket of braised dishes for her parents.
Just smelling the aroma made Cheng's father and the others' appetites increase, and they couldn't help but sigh that their daughter's cooking skills were getting better and better.
The pork stall was bustling with people doing business, and there wasn't even a place to stand. Cheng Yue exchanged a few words with her father and then left.
On the other side, Master Chen was having a meal with his wife, Qin Xiaoyun.
Qin Xiaoyun looked at the two plates of braised food and the plate of snacks laid out in front of her, but she really had no appetite.
The pastries looked quite novel, and Qin Xiaoyun couldn't help but take a few more glances at them, but she still didn't feel like eating them.
There were two plates of braised food, which smelled delicious, but one of them was dark and didn't taste very good. I wonder where her husband bought it from.
Qin Xiaoyun frowned, then looked up and saw Chen Sanye's expectant eyes. She couldn't refuse his good intentions, so she could only start eating.
Master Chen beamed and pushed the dark plate of duck forward, saying, "Madam, please try this."
Cheng Yue said it's sweet and spicy, and I'm sure Madam will like it.
Qin Xiaoyun had no choice but to bite down on a piece of duck leg meat, resignedly put it in her mouth, and think, "Oh well, if it tastes bad, I'll just spit it out."
"Wow~ So spicy! So spicy!" Qin Xiaoyun's face turned red, feeling the sweet and spicy taste rush straight to the top of her head, both spicy and addictive.
Master Chen had been expectantly waiting for Qin Xiaoyun's reaction, but now he saw her staring wide-eyed and panting heavily. Startled, he quickly handed her a glass of water and said, "I'm not eating anymore, I'm not eating anymore."
As he spoke, he instructed the servants to remove the duck products from the table.
Qin Xiaoyun was so spicy she couldn't speak, so she could only shake her head and bring the plate back to her own side to protect it. Who said she wouldn't eat it?
When Master Chen realized what was happening, he was overjoyed. "Don't take it away, don't take it away. Eat the spicy food slowly."
Qin Xiaoyun smiled, picked up some more dried bean curd and ate it. The more she ate, the brighter her eyes became. She hadn't had such a hearty appetite in a long time.
After eating the spicy braised food, I couldn't stand the heat, so I quickly picked up the cold rice porridge next to me and drank it. It was so comforting.
Towards the end, I felt something was missing in my mouth. I looked at the round, plump, white pastry in front of me, picked up a piece, and took a bite.
It's a bit like cheese, but sweeter and softer. I really don't know what it's made of.
Seeing Qin Xiaoyun eating with relish, Master Chen was even happier than if he had eaten himself. He wondered what kind of thank-you gift he should prepare for Cheng Yue.
Cheng Yue was unaware of these things. After returning home and having lunch, she still had to collect sweet potato flour in the village.
She uses 50 jin (25 kg) every day now, and Zhao Xiangxiu's 300-plus jin (150 kg) won't last more than a few days. Now that her business is stable, she needs to stock up more in advance.
Cheng Yue went to the village head's house first. The Zhang brothers had already told the family about Cheng Yue's business plans, so the village head and his family were not surprised, but rather quite happy.
The Chen family split up at this time, and he was worried about how Chen An's family would make a living. He didn't expect Cheng Yue to cheer up so quickly and even start a business.
Which woman in the whole village is so decisive and capable?
The fact that people are now coming to buy sweet potato flour means that business is good. The village headman waved his hand and told Zhang Dashan to sell all of his 500-plus jin of sweet potato flour to Cheng Yue.
These 500-plus jin (250 kg) are all dried sweet potatoes, which still need to be ground into flour. Feng Shi, Zhang Dashan's wife Qian Yulan, and Zhang Dajiang's wife Wang Chunmei all pitched in.
After leaving the village head's house, Cheng Yue went to Liu Chunlai's house. These were people she had a good relationship with, so she would naturally seek their help first if she needed anything.
Liu Chunlai's family doesn't grow many sweet potatoes; besides what they usually eat, they only grow about 200 jin (100 catties).
Cheng Yue accepts all comers, no matter how many.
Finally, Cheng Yue went to see Aunt Li and Aunt Zhou, who were both people who didn't get along with her wicked mother-in-law, Zhao, and who had spoken up for her on the day she arrived.
After notifying these people, Cheng Yue went home. Presumably, everyone in the village would know she was harvesting sweet potato flour soon, so there was no need to notify each household individually.
The three families—Liu Chunlai, Aunt Li, and Aunt Zhou—had two families living next to Zhao's house and one family living behind Zhao's house. The three families happily carried dried sweet potatoes to the stone mill to grind flour.
They all tacitly kept quiet about the Zhao family.
Li Manying leaned against the gate, cracking sunflower seeds, and watched as more and more women from the village gathered and headed towards the stone mill in the center of the village. She wondered, "This is really strange. Why is everyone going to grind flour?"
Could there be some good news? But thinking about it, that's impossible. What good news in the village wouldn't she know about?
"Hey! Why are you all grinding flour?" Li Manying shouted at the crowd, finding the melon seeds in her hand even more delicious.
Unsurprisingly, no one paid any attention to her. Everyone was busy grinding flour, so who had time to talk to her? Even if they did have time to see her, they were too lazy to reply. She was usually so arrogant, so why should they tell her about any good news?
Besides, Cheng Yue was the one who bought the sweet potato noodles. If Cheng Yue wanted to buy from the Chen family, she would have informed them herself. Since she didn't say anything, it means she didn't want to buy from them.
The villagers are simple and honest, not stupid. They figured it out after a little thought, and no one wanted to say anything more.
Hearing Li Manying's shouts, Zhao came out of the house and said with displeasure, "What are you yelling about? Have you fed the chickens? Have you fed the pigs? If you have nothing better to do, go take a walk in the fields!"
The eldest son's wife is an exceptionally lazy woman. She won't move an inch unless called, and she has no sense of responsibility whatsoever. If it weren't for their two grandsons, the eldest son would have divorced her long ago.
Especially after the family split up, Zhao's dissatisfaction with Li Manying grew. In the past, the second son's wife was so diligent; she would know to prepare the foot bath water as soon as she sat down.
Looking at the eldest son's wife, I got angrier and angrier. With so many things to do at home, how could she not be allowed to do them?
Li Manying rolled her eyes inwardly and pouted, "It was already prepared a long time ago. I just saw everyone in the village rushing to the stone mill and wondered why I asked!"
That old hag is always ordering her around, while she lies in the house pretending to be dead. Does she really think she's some rich old lady? She's already dreaming before it's even dark!
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