Jiang Sheng knew that his aunt was suffering. He knew it half a year ago. In Jiang Sheng's mind, he had to run away when he was beaten and scolded back when he was scolded.
She didn't know why Aunt Zhang had been patient and continued to stay after her injury was healed, working hard and without complaint.
Once, little Jiang Sheng couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Aunt Zhang's sleeve, "Auntie, why don't you leave? He keeps beating you, he is a bad person."
Aunt Zhang turned around and stroked her belly gently, "Aunt Zhang can't leave. Aunt Zhang can't let go of her children, and she has nowhere to go."
From then on, Jiang Sheng knew that a married girl has no family.
But Aunt Zhang could endure it, but Jiang Sheng felt sorry for her.
"Second brother, how can I stop my aunt from being beaten?" she asked.
Zheng Ruqian thought hard, "My mother once said that if some guests would move their hands or feet, the turtle masters in Yihongyuan would break the hands and feet of these guests so that they could not move their hands or feet."
It turns out to be so simple.
Jiang Sheng nodded and clenched the hand at his side into a fist.
The two brothers and sisters went to another house to collect mushrooms. When they first came to the house, the villagers were always wary, thinking that it was the little beggar at the head of the village who came to beg for food.
The kind-hearted ones will stuff half a piece of cornbread, while the hard-hearted ones will wave their hands to drive them away, "Go, go, there's nothing to eat."
Jiang Sheng was not angry either. He smiled and said, "Uncle, we want to buy your mushrooms."
"Buying mushrooms, do you have money to buy mushrooms?" The villagers stared.
Jiang Sheng, a little beggar, makes a living by wandering and begging and digging through garbage. Everyone in the village doesn't know about it.
If she were rich, the whole village would be extremely rich.
Jiang Sheng also knew that they could not trust him, so he reached out and pulled Zheng Ruqian over.
The clean muslin robe is really a bit deceptive, and the plump little boy adds a bit of wealth.
Jiang Sheng stretched out his hands and spit, "This is my distant cousin, who is doing business at home. He heard that there are fungi in our village, so he came to collect them. It was also because of my relationship that he came to your uncle's house. If you don't If you like, let’s go check out other places.”
After speaking, he turned around without any hesitation.
"Hey, wait." The villagers were really anxious.
There are more than a dozen mushrooms at home, which are not enough for a meal, and selling them is not worth the trip. They have to be dried in the sun, and there is a little idiot to collect them, so it is better to just sell them.
As for the price, everyone has to weigh it.
After a final exchange of words, I finally bought it at the previous market price.
"Uncle, don't worry. My cousin's family has a net worth of dozens or hundreds of taels. As long as he is willing, he will come to collect our fungi in the future."
He weighed himself with his own scale. Before leaving, Jiang Sheng did not forget to show off his wealth.
Back on the road, Zheng Ruqian began to mutter, "Why do you say I have dozens or hundreds of taels of silver, when I only have twenty copper coins?"
Jiang Sheng glared at him, "If you didn't say you were rich, who would sell the fungi to us?"
Also, Zheng Ruqian touched his backpack with a smile on his face.
Then he visited five or six more houses, collected a basket full of mushrooms, and used up all twenty copper coins.
Doing the math, the price is about the same as what they picked and sold before the frost.
Jiang Sheng took Zheng Ruqian back to the ruined temple and spread the mushrooms to dry.
The sunshine in late winter is already weak, and the effect of two days in the sun is not as good as the previous day.
"You collect these fungi at the market price, dry them and sell them. Even if the price remains the same, the weight will also decrease." Xu Mo couldn't help but remind him, fearing that his younger brothers and sisters would suffer a loss.
Zheng Ruqian glanced at Jiang Sheng.
This is what they have discussed. It is not realistic to collect the fungi at a low price. Firstly, people do not trust them yet. Secondly, the price is too low. The villagers would rather dry it than sell it to them. It is better to sell it directly at the market price, which can win a lot of money. Trust and build relationships with villagers.
As for suffering a loss.
When Jiang Sheng eavesdropped on Master's lecture in school, he mentioned that rare things are valuable. In the past, fungi were everywhere, but now fungi have to be collected door to door. They have long since transformed from ordinary objects into precious objects.
That being the case, it's not too much for them to be a bit more expensive.
The next day.
Brother and sister Zheng Ruqian and Jiang Sheng went to town carrying slightly dried mushrooms on their backs, and Fang Heng followed them worriedly.
Wen Zhiyun was a little afraid of seeing people, so he stayed in the ruined temple on the pretext of "taking care of Xu Mo who had a broken leg."
When we arrived at the market, the prices of the fresh mushrooms were enthusiastically asked.
But when Jiang Sheng raised the price from "two cents per catty" to "five cents per catty", the enthusiastic aunts and uncles disappeared.
Another said disdainfully, "It's not just about popping the fungus, but you dare to sell it for five cents a pound, you're crazy."
Zheng Ruqian's psychology almost broke.
"Are we selling it too high? Or it's only three cents per pound." He whispered to Jiang Sheng.
Jiang Sheng was also a little hesitant, but after thinking about the difficulties he encountered when harvesting the fungi, he walked for another hour before arriving at the market. His eyes regained his determination, "They only cost five cents a pound."
The morning passed, and many people came to ask about the fungi, but few people bought them.
Seeing that the market was about to end, Jiang Sheng's heart was shaking.
Until, a middle-aged man appeared in front of the stall, inspected the freshness of the mushrooms, and nodded, "You sell these mushrooms for five cents a pound? Can they be cheaper?"
"Uncle, do you want them all? They all require four papers." Jiang Sheng responded immediately.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, "I want them all."
The morning's waiting was not in vain.
Zheng Ruqian almost cried.
Fortunately, Jiang Sheng took care of the situation and quickly weighed and packed it. He also went to the next door to borrow a scale beam, "Uncle, look, it's nine pounds, a total of thirty-six cents."
The middle-aged man didn't talk nonsense and came out with thirty-six copper coins.
This man was richly dressed, with a long robe of fine cloth, which was better than what Zheng Ruqian was wearing. He was generous and did not take dozens of pennies seriously.
They don't look like people from the town, but more like people from the county.
Jiang Sheng's eyes were bright and he shouted the moment he turned around, "Uncle, we still have a lot of these fungi, do you want them?"
The middle-aged man paused and turned his head, "If something is fresh, I want it."
"Fresh, all fresh." Jiang Sheng was very excited, "Uncle, if you don't need to dry it, we can even deliver it on the same day."
The middle-aged man said nothing and asked the person accompanying him to hold the fungus well.
Before leaving, he said leisurely, "I can take it, but I won't come to the town again. If you want to do this business, just send it to Youranju in the county."
Perhaps he was sure that these children could not be sent so far, so he left with his hands behind his back after saying this.
Leisurely residence.
It sounds very impressive.
Jiang Sheng has also been to the county. She picked up Zheng Ruqian at the back door of Yihongyuan in the county. She can't say that she knows the entire county, but she also knows about the restaurants and teahouses. She has never heard of one named Youranju. ah.
"Is it newly opened?" She couldn't help but mutter.
Glancing at Zheng Ruqian, this fat little man who had always been silly and cheerful fell into an inexplicable solemnity, obviously remembering some unpleasant memories.
"Second brother." Jiang Sheng could only hug his arm and act coquettishly, "Second brother, are you afraid of going to the county? Are you afraid?"
Zheng Ruqian turned around and said harshly, "I'm not afraid. I made a net profit of sixteen cents from changing hands. Not to mention the county, I'll go to all the swords and mountains and seas of fire."
Jiang Sheng was happy, "Okay, I'll go with my second brother."
Fang Heng didn't understand why going to a county town was comparable to going to a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, but looking at the two brothers and sisters who were smiling like fools, he couldn't help but curl up his lips.
Although he left the prosperous Fengjing and the wealthy life, it didn't seem that bad when he met them.
Fang Heng raised his head, looked in the direction of Fengjing, and let out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, Jiang Sheng rushed over and grabbed his sleeve, "Third brother, I have something to ask you."
