On the third day, the time agreed with the tile kiln owner arrived. She put on a straw raincoat, a straw hat, and led the mule cart out.
Although the mule worked hard, it took an hour to walk from her home to the city gate, and she didn't want to make herself tired.
She always followed Jiang Nian on the carriage, but the rain was too heavy today, so Jiang Nian pushed her into the carriage, "Inside."
He is like a child, and can only speak one word at a time, but his progress is already quite fast.
Jiang Yue noticed that Jiang Nian was now gradually developing his own ideas, unlike before when he would just do whatever he was told. This was good, as only people with independent thinking could survive.
When she arrived at Wa Yao's house, the door was closed, so she had to go down and knock on it.
"Here I come."
The owner of the tile kiln was waiting for them to come and collect the goods, but he closed the door because he was worried about rain splashing.
He took out the finished stove and showed it to Jiang Yue. The craftsmanship was quite good. Although it was his first time making it, there were no major flaws. It was also engraved with some popular patterns.
The boss smiled and said, "I'm used to burning things, and I always like to add some things to it. If this medicine furnace changes its appearance, it will no longer be a medicine furnace."
Adding nice patterns can reduce taboos.
Jiang Yue didn't mind, as long as it worked, so she paid the balance right away.
This was the only amount of money that had been transacted during this period. The boss said with some emotion, "If there are any problems with the burning, come to me."
Jiang Yue was now wet and cold, so she nodded and left.
The boss closed the door and returned to the main room in the backyard. His wife scooped him a bowl of hot soup from the stove.
The boss took a sip and felt warm.
He always opens an even number of kilns, and there just happened to be one extra. He only dared to guarantee it to the customer after trying it out and finding it useful.
"This stove is very convenient. I can add some charcoal during the day to heat water for the whole day. I can also make a fire to warm the whole house." It's just a little chilly now, and when the weather gets colder, he will be more grateful that he can keep this stove.
"How about you open another kiln and give one to the elderly on both sides?"
He thought about it and decided it wasn't impossible. His kiln was closed, but the remaining firewood and charcoal were definitely enough for his family's use.
Jiang Yue did not buy the clay pots for stewing soup from the tile kiln. She always felt that the clay pots were not sturdy enough. It took a long time to use them in hot and cold conditions, and they would crack if fired for too long.
She went to the iron shop and found the same situation as the tile kiln: there was no fire and they were all closed.
Fortunately, iron was expensive at the time, and the store had plenty in stock. She picked out an iron wok that matched the size of the stove, a little smaller and deeper than the one she used for cooking, just right.
Iron pots are expensive. A clay pot can be bought for 30-50 coins, and a thin small iron pot costs one or two taels of silver.
Seeing that business was difficult, the boss took the initiative to give her a set of wooden spoons and spatulas before closing the deal.
When the two of them were going home, they passed by the East Market, which was usually a bustling place where vendors came out to sell vegetables and meat.
Today, the place was still bustling with activity. The temporary thatched sheds built by the government for the people to use had been blown down by the wind and rain and were no longer useful. The people were all wearing straw raincoats and queuing in the rain.
There were many people coming, but few meat and vegetable stalls. Only a few shops with storefronts remained.
It is said that people who came into the city to sell meat and vegetables with their shoulders on their shoulders would sell out before they even walked out of the street.
There were several long queues in the East Market at the back. The people in the front were afraid of being scolded, so they didn't dare to buy too much and only bought a small handful. However, the vegetables in the store were still decreasing rapidly.
Jiang Yue looked at the vegetable prices on the board. People were hesitant to buy more, perhaps because the prices were high. For example, a large cabbage used to cost 2 wen, but now a small one costs 10 wen.
Jiang Yue looked at it for a moment and then went back. Passing by a grocery store, she bought a basket.
It's time to become a vegetable vendor.
When she got home, she quickly lit the stove and boiled water.
"Come on, big boy, it's time to take your medicine~"
She held a bowl of brown medicine and handed it to Jiang Nian's mouth, smiling like Pan Jinlian.
"bitter!"
"It's not bitter! If you drink it, I'll give you some candy."
Okay, Jiang Nian frowned, pinched his nose, drank the medicine in one gulp, and then stuck out his tongue.
Jiang Yue stuffed him a piece of candy
Speaking of which, the malt sugar at that time was really coarse and expensive. Half a pound cost 20 cents, which was enough to buy two cabbages.
In the evening, Jiang Yue entered the space and began to pick vegetables. She planted one vegetable on three acres of land, not too much, not too little, and planned to sell only one kind of vegetable each day to make more money.
She first picked the Shanghai green, just enough to fill a whole load.
This vegetable is easy to handle and does not need to be washed. Just wipe off the dirt on the roots.
She looked at the green rice seedlings, which would be harvested in a month. However, Jiang Nian could not enter her space, so he could only do the hard work himself.
Alas, it is not easy to be the head of a family.
The next day, she changed both of them into old clothes and put on straw raincoats.
Going from street to street to sell vegetables.
It was raining heavily, they were wearing straw hats and walking hurriedly, and no one paid attention to what they looked like.
The two men didn't bring a mule cart, so they walked to a dead corner and took out the vegetables.
Jiang Nian carried the load and she was responsible for shouting.
“Selling vegetables, selling vegetables, fresh vegetables!”
She was heading towards the inner city, away from the residential areas of the East and West Markets and the city gates. Although the heavy rain muffled some of the sounds, some people could still hear them.
It was a rare sight to see a vendor selling vegetables, so I immediately opened the door and called out, "Vegetable vendor, what vegetables are you selling today? How much is one pound?"
"Today we're selling leafy greens, and we're selling them by the handful. One handful is ten cents per pound!"
The price of the vegetables is about the same, so I saved myself the trouble of queuing in the rain. I quickly called the person over and said, "Give me a pound!"
As the two approached, the old woman took out ten copper coins from her cloth bag, threw them into Jiang Yue's jar, and then took out a bunch of vegetables.
As soon as she touched the vegetables, she felt something different. The greens were white, tender, and green, and the stems were large and crisp. They were fresher than the vegetables in the East and West Markets! And the price was a penny less!
The two had just turned around when she called them back, "Hey, don't go, give me another one!"
The commotion here attracted the neighbors next door, and my mother-in-law helped them shout, "This vegetable is so fresh, it looks delicious, there's still mud on the leaves! Buy it quickly, it will be gone soon!"
"Hey! Give me two pounds!"
"I want three!"
Jiang Yue was very straightforward in selling vegetables, dividing them into bunches, and charging 10 wen for each bunch. It was raining and no one was picking, so they just paid and left.
The people on both sides of her street opened their doors and called out to them from under the eaves. The constant shouting made her head buzz for a moment.
The whole basket of vegetables was sold out in less than a quarter of an hour, so she hurriedly pulled the people along and ran. She circled two streets and collected the baskets before returning home.
All in all, today's income is 500 Wen, which is not bad.
I go out to sell vegetables in the morning every day and do other things in the afternoon. It's pretty good.
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