"Sorry, there will be even more food tomorrow."
"All right!"
Zhao Jinshan and his son happily packed up their stall.
When Tie Niu's wife finished work and wanted to come over to help, the father and son had already packed up and were about to push their things home.
Tie Niu's wife was both surprised and delighted by the unexpected good start.
When they finally counted the money, they discovered they had earned over three hundred coins.
Tie Niu's wife was touched: "Jin Shan has grown up and can earn money now."
Zhao Jinshan chuckled: "That was a miscalculation; we only sold a small portion of the white rice."
Zhao Tieniu: "After all, most of those who make a living are porters and movers. Not everyone is willing to spend that money."
Tie Niu's wife: "So, you won't be selling white rice tomorrow?"
Zhao Jinshan: "That won't do. We've already sold a little over half today, haven't we? Today, people don't know there's food for sale here, but tomorrow word will spread. Then some shopkeepers and merchants will come to eat. Let's prepare this much."
"Alright then!"
The whole family was overjoyed.
Zhao Tieniu breathed a sigh of relief.
The business of running the outhouse has declined significantly in the past few months. When he first started taking on the job, he could earn more than 20 taels of silver a month.
Now that the wealthy people around here have almost finished building their houses, business has plummeted. In addition, competitors are vying for jobs, so prices have been driven down again and again, to a fraction of what they used to be.
He can only bring home one or two ounces a month now.
In addition to his wife's monthly wage of one and two taels, the family's income was more than three taels.
Although it's much better than a few years ago, having gotten used to the "rich" life of earning more than 20 taels a month, they are naturally unwilling to accept the current meager income of only 3 taels.
Now that he has another source of income, Zhao Tieniu is very happy.
......
The next day at lunchtime, Zhao Jinshan and his son prepared three times the amount of food as the day before and took it out to sell.
People already knew about the food stalls here.
As soon as the father and son set up their stall, people flocked over to buy food.
Besides glass workshops and porters, furniture workshops and hot soup workshops also flocked over.
The portion size was three times larger than yesterday, yet it sold out even faster.
When they got home, Tie Niu's wife was even happier to see this.
Just then, Zhu Zi's wife called from outside the fence, "Qiao Jie..."
Tie Niu's wife's real name is Liu Qiao.
Tie Niu's wife quickly came out of the house and opened the fence gate: "Why are you here? Come in and sit down."
Zhu Zi's wife walked in with a somewhat embarrassed expression and sat down on a chair in the yard: "Well... you guys are selling food quite well, it looks like we don't have enough to go around."
Tie Niu's wife smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Yes, yes."
Zhu Zi's wife smiled awkwardly: "Um...we also want to sell ours tomorrow."
Zhu Zi's wife felt embarrassed. Since Tie Niu's family was making money, she wanted to follow suit and sell as well.
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This is a side story about a supporting character; feel free to read it selectively. The purpose of writing about Tie Niu is to depict the changes in the villagers' lives through his rise to wealth, and to expose the injustices of Li Family Village. I've been wanting to write the main story for a while, but haven't had the time. I'm writing this side story now.
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