Chapter 72 - Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Father Is Really Cunning_1 (1/2)

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Father Is Really Cunning_1

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The incident of the second daughter of the Chen Family jumping into the river didn’t cause much turmoil, and the villagers soon forgot about it.

Now, what the people of West Village are most concerned about are the mushrooms from East Village, as well as the bamboo sheds they’ve built.

So, the villagers of West Village came to visit East Village in small groups, asking questions from time to time.

But the villagers from East Village, being cunning now, didn’t want to pay much attention to the people from West Village. They often brushed them off with a few words, excusing that they were too busy to answer, essentially driving them away.

But the people from West Village weren’t easily discouraged, trying various ways to sneak a peek. The more audacious ones even ran to the Jiang Family to learn from them, but ended up being turned away at the door.

One day, a large mule cart drove into the village, followed by a few servants riding donkeys.

After the coachman inquired about the residence of Jiang Sanlang, he drove the cart straight to his home.

“Is Jiang Sanlang home?”

Zhou Mao jumped down from the mule cart and called out in front of the bamboo fence gate.

Jiang Sanlang happened to be at home picking cotton seeds, so he rushed out to answer the door upon hearing the sound.

“Oh! It’s Steward Zhou, what a rare guest.”

Jiang Sanlang saluted Zhou Mao with a clenched fist and invited him and his entourage into the house, offering them seats.

Chunniang quickly got up to boil some tea in the kitchen.

Zhou Mao glanced around Jiang Sanlang’s house but didn’t comment, simply lifting his robe and sitting down on a broken stool.

Rolling up his sleeves, he chuckled, “Your golden mushrooms have been sun-dried, right?”

“Of course.” Jiang Sanlang also smiled, “Steward Zhou, your timing is perfect.

We’ve got everything ready.”

As long as he goes out and calls for them, the villagers are likely to bring the golden mushrooms and snow mushrooms.

“What about the premium ones? How many did you collect this time?”

Zhou Mao mainly came for the premium ones this time, which were already selling for fifty taels of silver per tael in the Prefecture City, even more valuable than century-old ginseng.

This is still due to the fact that not many people know about it. If those aristocratic families knew, their trading firm would be swarmed with servants and the price would surely skyrocket.

Of course, he wouldn’t let the Jiang family know about these matters.

“We’ve produced twelve catties of premium ones.” said Jiang Sanlang.

Out of these twelve, five catties were from his own home, three each from his elder brother and second brother, and two from his father. The ones planted by his daughter Yingbao weren’t included in this.

“Only twelve catties?” That was too little.

Zhou Mao was somewhat disappointed, “Bring them here for me to see.”

Well, twelve catties it is, at least it’s better than none. Alas, going back, there’s not even enough for a few distinguished guests to split.

The head of the trading firm alone would reserve three catties, not to mention other distinguished guests. They were all waiting for him to bring back the premium golden mushrooms.

Jiang Sanlang carried two big baskets out of the house and placed them in front of Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao picked them up and sniffed at them one by one, fearing that Jiang Sanlang might have mixed in some fakes.

Jiang Sanlang didn’t mind him and simply watched quietly on the side.

Yingbao also came out of the house, followed closely by the two twins.

After checking the premium mushrooms, Zhou Mao instructed his clerk to weigh them.

After finishing weighing the premium golden mushrooms, Zhou Mao asked again, “Don’t you also have premium snow mushrooms? Why didn’t you bring them out?”

Jiang Sanlang chuckled, “Actually, the premium snow mushrooms have already been reserved by others.”

“What?” Zhou Mao was displeased, “I say brother Jiang, this isn’t fair. We agreed that I would come and pick them up, not even needing you to make the trip, and now you’ve reserved the premium snow mushrooms for others?”

Jiang Sanlang laughed, “But Steward Zhou never said we couldn’t sell to others. Besides, we didn’t make a formal contract. Of course, we’d sell to whoever offers the highest price.”

Zhou Mao was so angry, he wanted to curse Jiang Sanlang but didn’t dare to. He only snorted and asked, “How much did they offer?”

Jiang Sanlang didn’t inflate the price too much, saying, “They gave five taels of silver for one catty of premium snow mushrooms.”