Song Zhenping's face lit up with joy: "Manager Mu said that the people in town like to eat it, and asked me to deliver two basins every day. Xiaoyun, we now make twenty coins a day selling acorn tofu, which is enough to buy several catties of cornmeal."
Since the construction at the garrison site stopped, he hasn't looked for work anymore, and he hasn't even mentioned his plan to cut firewood to sell.
Every day, besides helping Song Liyun build the vegetable garden, he would grind acorns into flour or wash acorn powder to make acorn tofu and deliver it to Manager Mu's general store. He was busy running around both at home and in the town.
At first, Song Liyun didn't pay much attention when they delivered a bowl of acorn tofu every day.
Now that Manager Mu is ordering two bowls a day, it has finally piqued her curiosity: how many people are there in Broken Gold Town, and they like acorn tofu so much? This costs money.
Something was strange; she had to go to Manager Mu's shop herself to find out.
"Brother, wait for me a moment, I'm going into town to buy some needles and thread!"
"good!"
A moment later, the brother and sister carried the wooden basin out.
Now that Hei Jin is with Xiao An, they don't have to worry about home when they go out.
It only takes about ten minutes to get from Baolinju to the town center. Boss Mu's general store is located in the town center and is a bungalow.
When Song Liyun and Song Zhenping appeared in front of Manager Mu, he was still sitting behind the counter with his legs crossed, drinking corn porridge with gusto.
Upon seeing the Song siblings bringing over acorn tofu, Boss Mu hurriedly put down his bowl and greeted them with a smile: "Hey! Didn't Da Ping say that Miss Liyun was busy at home? What brings you here today? Come in and warm yourself by the fire!"
Song Liyun smiled slightly: "I see that Boss Mu's business is doing well now, so I want to come and learn some experience."
"Oh! Miss Liyun, you're making fun of me. What business is so good about me? It's still the same old story, just barely making ends meet." Boss Mu laughed with utmost sincerity.
Song Liyun didn't argue with him; business in Suijin Town had indeed improved these days.
According to Song Zhenping, not long after the laborers left, the garrison received the salary allocated from above.
Although the outstanding debts were not fully repaid, it still allowed Luo Baihu to breathe a sigh of relief.
The soldiers were given their full monthly pay, and even Xue Zhuang, who had resigned, received a full month's pay.
Poor soldiers, poor military men, when there is no war, their monthly salary is actually not much.
According to regulations, a soldier in a 100-man garrison receives a monthly salary of 100 cash, a junior officer 300 cash, and a senior officer 500 cash.
The monthly salary allocated by the imperial court was less than fifty taels of silver.
Of course, rewards or other illicit income are not included.
With money in hand, these people in the garrison would inevitably have to spend it.
Manager Mu and his ilk then began to scheme specifically to embezzle the money of the garrison soldiers.
As expected of a town that was once glorious, the people in the town are not ordinary farmers; they have all seen the world.
If you lack human resources, you can't open brothels, but you can always open restaurants.
In just over ten days, Suijin Town gained a restaurant, a laundry and mending stall, a small tavern where a seller brews wine, and a leather goods and shoe shop.
Boss Mu also went to Qili County to purchase some fine cotton cloth so that people in the town could buy new clothes.
Although small, the shops were all located in the garrison and did not resemble a market street, but they greatly facilitated the soldiers of the garrison.
Money began to circulate.
Like a gentle breeze blowing through stagnant water, Broken Gold Town began to stir with new life.
Song Liyun had just exchanged a few words with Manager Mu about business when voices came from outside the shop: "Boss Mu, has the acorn tofu arrived yet? Why don't you make more every day!"
As the voices were spoken, an old woman burst into the room in a flurry of activity.
At a glance, Song Liyun recognized him as an old acquaintance.
Haven't all the migrant workers left? Why is she still here?
Granny Cui never expected to run into Song Liyun today.
She looked at Song Liyun suspiciously, then at the acorn bowl still in front of her. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she said to Boss Mu with a dark face, "Boss Mu, we had an agreement that your acorn tofu could only be sold to me. If you go back on your word, my A-Zhuang won't let you off the hook."
Song Liyun: "...!"
She almost forgot that when Granny Cui's daughter, Xu Yan'er, married Xue Xiaoqi, the old woman stayed behind.
Boss Mu is just reselling business!
Song Liyun ignored Granny Gu and just smiled at Boss Mu.
He can make money just by sitting at home and talking; it's a good business.
Boss Mu's face flushed under her gaze, but he was neither ashamed nor angry. He calmly said to Granny Cui, "Of course I keep my word. There's only one pot a day. You can take it away!"
Granny Cui glanced at Song Liyun sideways, like a dog defending its territory, slammed a handful of copper coins on the table, and said in a harsh voice, "It's good that Boss Mu knows what's important. What's mine, no one is allowed to take it."
Seeing how possessive she was of her food, Song Liyun almost burst out laughing.
After Granny Cui took away the acorn tofu, Song Liyun said with a faint smile, "Manager Mu, don't you have an explanation for me?"
Shopkeeper Mu feigned ignorance: "What explanation do you want? I bought your goods and paid you the full amount. It's none of your business who I sell them to next."
Broken Gold Town used to be a chaotic place, and he had experienced all sorts of storms there, seeing all kinds of people and things.
It's just that I felt a little embarrassed when the buyer and seller of the goods I was reselling met face to face.
Song Zhenping, who was sitting on the side, couldn't sit still any longer. Just as he was about to speak, Song Liyun laughed and said, "Boss Mu is right too."
"But the item is mine, and I didn't sign a contract with you. You can't control who I sell it to."
Boss Mu's face suddenly darkened: "Is Miss Song threatening me? Is she trying to join forces with that old woman Cui?"
This means that if the seller and buyer want to bypass the middleman and transact directly, no way!
Song Liyun didn't even blink: "Isn't that what Boss Mu said himself? How I sell is none of other people's business!"
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