"Are you crazy? You actually tried to attack someone with a knife!"
"If you do this, we'll report you to the authorities!"
Mo Qianshang sneered: "Go ahead, go report to the authorities. I'll be waiting right here. You'd better go!"
She wished these people would go for her, but there was no way they would.
These ordinary farmers would never see any high-ranking officials in their entire lives, and the mention of a county magistrate was not a good thing for them.
Why would a good person bother seeing the county magistrate?
These people bowed and scraped before even the village head, so for many, the county magistrate was the highest official they would ever meet in their lives.
Asking them to go to the government office on their own initiative for something as uncertain as this is simply impossible.
The reason why Xiao Liushi is considered one of the most outstanding women in Fushou Village is not only because she is eloquent, but also because she is quite good at reading people's expressions. The ferocity in Mo Qianshang's eyes is as if she wants to skin someone alive, tear them apart, and grind their bones to dust.
She didn't know why her eyes were so fierce over such a small matter, but she instinctively felt that this woman was not someone to mess with.
"Alright, alright, let's go!"
Ignoring everyone else, Xiao Liu grabbed Zhao Jincai and left. With one person leading the way, the others followed suit.
It must be said that Xiao Liu was right; Mo Qianshang was indeed a calm and cautious person, but only when it came to tasks.
Her tolerance for such a waste of time is almost zero.
Mo Qianshang is not a good-tempered, upright person.
With a dark expression, she threw the wood-chopping knife back into her basket. Little Yao looked at her with fear, not at all at her, but because she felt that she had been really provoked by those ignorant people and was currently in a fit of rage.
Because Mo Qianshang was angry, the children all became well-behaved and helped Xiao Yao set up the tent, telling Mo Qianshang to rest early.
After this incident, Mo Qianshang and his group finally had a period of peace. In addition to their daily "mountain patrols," Mo Qianshang also went to check the jade mines exposed due to the fracture of the rock layer a few times, but they did not take any further action.
Jade rough stones cannot be handled by one or two people alone; it requires specialized personnel to mine the rough stones and a series of processes to open and cut them.
If Mo Qianshang wanted to make money, she couldn't just put the jade rough directly into the system, because the system couldn't value the rough.
With so many raw stones in hand, why not mine them herself and instead sell them to the system by the ton? She must be crazy.
But now she can't find a suitable person to handle these jade stones, so she can only rely on this gold mine to make a living.
She still has a thousand taels of silver in her hands, and as long as she doesn't cause trouble, she can last a long time.
Gradually, the house began to take shape. Time seemed to stand still in the mountains, and Mo Qianshang lived a life that could be described as idyllic and carefree.
Until Meng Zhu came to his door.
"Boss Meng, what brings you here!"
Meng Zhuo, carrying a large basket on his back, still had a somewhat silly grin on his face: "I thought it would be hard to find, but it's quite obvious. I came to ask if they still have any candy!"
Mo Qianshang was quite surprised: "It looks like it sold out, and sold quite well?"
With Xiao Yaoshi not around at the moment, and seeing that no one was around and the construction workers were some distance away from them, Meng Zhuo said to Mo Qianshang, "It's not just selling well, it's all sold out!"
This was something Mo Qianchang hadn't expected. Although nine catties of sugar didn't seem like much, sugar in this era could be considered a luxury item, if not a luxury.
"It's only been half a month. Everything is difficult at the beginning. It's amazing that you were able to sell them!"
Meng Zhuo looked embarrassed again: "Actually, it wasn't me. It was my wife's idea. She thought this candy was a good thing. Since there's nothing wrong with the candy, the problem is that we can't sell it. We packed the candy in pastry boxes and went to sell it in various houses."
When Meng Zhuo and his group first arrived, few people were interested because sugar was expensive, and Meng Zhuo didn't want to make it difficult for others to try it.
However, the person who was rejected eventually got used to it, until the first wealthy family bought a few pieces of candy. After eating them, the young lady in the family liked them and bought a whole pound of candy in one go.
Madam Meng told them that her family owned a shop, Meng's Pastry Shop in the city. The couple went from shop to shop like this, and sold out nine catties of sugar.
"Wow, that's amazing! This is just door-to-door sales. You guys are incredible. I was right to trust you."
Mo Qianshang said some encouraging words, and Meng Zhuo took out a cloth bag from his basket: "Madam Mo, this is the money you received for the nine catties of sugar. Please count it."
Mo Qianshang counted the money on the spot. The candy sold for a total of two taels and seven qian of silver. Meng Zhuo would get two hundred and seventy wen, and the remaining two thousand wen would be hers, but the cost of one hundred wen per jin would have to be deducted.
After doing some mental calculations, she realized that she had earned about 1,500 coins from nine catties of sugar.
To be honest, 270 coins is too little for a typical pastry shop; they can only sell that much in half a month.
But Meng Zhuo's candy was free and unique in the city. In particular, everything is difficult at the beginning. Meng Niangzi reminded Meng Zhuo that once this candy could be sold, it would be much more profitable than their handmade pastries.
After all, the appeal of snacks lies in their freshness, and they require more effort than candies that are bought directly from the store; the two cannot be compared.
Meng Zhuo always listened to his wife in everything at home. After seeing his wife discussing the shop with Mo Qianshang that day, he felt even more that his wife was more capable of making decisions than he was.
These days, earning money on your own two feet is much better than sitting in the shop all day and not being able to sell any pastries.
Mo Qianshang told Meng Zhuo to wait a moment, and then, using her basket as cover, she exchanged ten catties of sugar like Doraemon and handed it to Meng Zhuo, also packing a jar of white sugar along with it.
"These are homemade candies. If you take them to the shop to make pastries, they will definitely be much more cost-effective than candies from outside. Consider these a gift for you. If you like them when making pastries, we can discuss the price."
Meng Zhuo accepted it obediently this time without any hesitation. His wife said that if he couldn't figure it out, he should just listen to what they said and ask his wife if he didn't understand.
When Meng Zhuo came, he carried silver, and when he left, he carried ten catties of sugar. He was determined to try and sell it all within ten days. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before he came back with more than ten catties at a time.
Occasionally, you can see the direction of Fushou Village, with a few scattered, simple houses. The land is being cultivated more quickly, as the days are getting hotter and hotter, and if you don't plant something, you might miss the best time.
But Mo Qianshang still felt that the timing was not right. Even if they planted grains and vegetables immediately, the rainy season would be over soon. There were few water sources in the area, and irrigation would rely entirely on manpower.
The village not only has to farm, but also build houses, and no matter how many people there are, they can't keep up.
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