After returning, Zhao Dashu gave them copper coins and said, "I don't have many copper coins at home. You can get some oil tomorrow and exchange them for small change from me! Or you can bring some copper coins with you to get the change."
Several people were excited by what he said. If they could pick up several hundred kilograms of river gourds in a day, wouldn't they be able to earn a few taels of silver a day?
Oh my God, who makes money like this?
What they didn’t know was that several families were so excited that they hardly slept all night.
The next day, everyone got up before dawn and went out to pick river gourds. Except for Grandpa Qian, no one dared to tell anyone about the children in other families, including those who had grown up.
Basket after basket of river gourds were carried back home.
The village chief was once again at the forefront of everyone. He and his wife pushed a cart before dawn, carrying many empty baskets and went to the river outside. They stopped the cart and started picking river gourds.
Basket after basket of river gourds were secretly transported to Zhao Dashu's home at night. Those who received the money smiled so hard that their teeth were visible, and all the fatigue in their bodies disappeared.
Just for this income, it's worth it no matter how hard it is.
"Girl, look at how much they picked up. They said they valued money over their lives, but look at how much they picked up in one day. When they weighed the items just now, several of them could barely lift their waists."
"These two days are the most exciting time. After two days, I will be too tired and can't move anymore, so it will stop." Maybe I can't sleep at night these two days, but after a few days I will get used to it.
"Where did they pick them up? How come there are so many? Even the old Qiantou and his father carried several hundred kilograms."
Zhao Xiaoyu disagreed, "They rely on their legs, they can't walk far, and when the nearby ones are all picked up, it's just like bamboo shoots, and their income will be reduced."
"You're right. Let them go out together to pick it up and run far away. This thing won't die for a few days. Just send it out every few days."
"Dad, you're so smart!"
"That's right, I'm not exaggerating. If the old man lets me study, I will definitely be better than that guy in the county town!"
Zhao Xiaoyu recognized this point. She felt that Boss Zhao seemed like a bookworm and did not look like a smart person.
"My daughter, we have made some money this time. Dad will take you to another county to stock up on supplies."
"Dad, do you really think there's going to be a natural disaster?"
"The gods will not give you this unless there is a disaster. You listen to me. Stock up sooner rather than later. The more the better."
"I'll listen to you." She originally wanted to put more things in the space to make herself feel at ease.
The family stayed at home, peeling crabs and making crab sauce every day. The courtyard was filled with the aroma. They lived in a remote place, so no one came to ask them what they were doing.
Several families acted like thieves, pushing their carts and sneaking here to sell goods at night. In fact, what they didn't know was that the hunter next door knew about their actions, but he couldn't understand why the Zhao family wanted this thing? Not just for eating or drinking, but also for fear that others would pick it up.
He always felt that the new family was mysterious, but it didn't matter because it had nothing to do with him anyway. It’s just that, I don’t know what this family is doing, but the fragrance every day makes him very greedy.
He sold a batch of goods every five days, each batch containing about twenty jars. After the jars at home were used up in a few days, Zhao Dashu asked the waiter who received the goods to tell the grocery store in the city to send three hundred jars.
The family was so busy that they completely forgot about celebrating the festival. It’s the same for several other families. What festivals are there to celebrate? As long as they have money, every day is a festival. The villagers couldn't see them at all, and when they asked the children, they didn't know either. It was very mysterious.
They had finished picking up the river gourds near the village long ago, so they went to pick up gourds in farther places together, and they returned only when their carts were full. The children at home can all cook, so they won’t go hungry even when they are not around.
Now there is nothing to say, making money is important. This thing is like bamboo shoots, only available for a period of time. When the weather gets cold, they will freeze to death.
When the weather gets cold, how will they take a rest?
Everyone, including Zhao Dashu, is now thinking about making money. As long as they are not dead, they will work towards death.
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