Since the salted duck eggs have been marinated, Mo Yan brought some when she went to the market. Knowing that the younger Shopkeeper Zhou liked them, she gave him ten.
Zhong Cheng had kept his word and always brought the duck eggs early in the morning. Sometimes, the Mo sisters hadnât even left for the market yet, in which case theyâd greet him and didnât say much aside from that.
This day, he came early. When he entered the door, Mrs. Liang and Mo Ling were making pancakes. He greeted Mrs. Liang, put down the duck eggs, and went out.
Mo Yan had just come back from running, and when she saw the cart at the door, she knew it was Zhong Cheng. This time, there werenât melons in his cart, but two large bags. Touching the bag, it seemed like there were red beans or mung beans inside.
Seeing Zhong Cheng coming out with a sullen face, it seemed that her sister wasnât very nice to him today, âZhong Cheng, youâre here. Have you had breakfast? Why donât you sit down?â
âNo, Iâm rushing to the market to exchange food!â
âExchange food?â Mo Yan didnât understand what he meant.
Zhong Cheng pointed to the bags on his cart, âThese are the mung beans we just harvested. My sister-in-law, my mother, and my sister picked them one by one, and other people wonât have harvested them yet! I want to replace them with wheat, which will be beneficial for us!â
Mung beans are a type of grain, but not everyone grows it, so itâs rare. Most people would be reluctant to buy them outright, but theyâd be more willing to do a trade.
Zhong Cheng wasnât as naive as he looked on the surface.
âBrother Zhong, do you have work animals at home?â
âYes! We have a cow and a horse.â
âThen do you rent them out?â
Zhong Cheng scratched his head. No one had ever asked this before, so he didnât respond for some time. Mo Yan went on to say, âWe want to reclaim wasteland, and we want to rent work animals to reclaim it when autumn rolls by.â
When he heard that it was to reclaim land, Zhong Cheng said, âThereâs no need to rent the animals. They arenât doing anything in autumn anyways.â
Mo Yan immediately stopped him sternly, âWeâre. You must take money from us if we rent from you. Tell the truth when she asks the price, or weâll find someone else.â
âYou donât need to find anyone else, I can plough three acres of land a day with one cow.â
âThere are over ten acres of land, you just need to finish ploughing it before it freezes.â
âDonât worry, I have experience in reclaiming wasteland.â
âIf you want to take this job, come and talk to my mother during the Mid-Autumn Festival.â
Zhong Cheng nodded in agreement and left happily with his cart.
Because of their business document, they didnât need to worry about arriving too late, so they didnât have to go too early. Mo Ling and Mo yan ate breakfast and packed up and were about to go out, when several villagers entered their home, one after another.
It seemed a bit like those people who got diarrhoea at the market last time, but they didnât offend these people!
It was only when these people approached that they could see the one leading them was Ms. Li. They looked at them blankly when she smiled and said, âAre you going to the market?â
Mo Ling nodded, âYes, Iâm going to set up shop.â
âDo you still have salted duck eggs in your house?â
âIâll have to ask my mother.â
Mrs. Liang also heard the voices outside and came out to see what was going on. Ms. Li smiled brightly and said, âMrs. Liang, Madam Cao ate your salted duck eggs, and kept complimenting them. Mr. Cao also said that duck eggs were good for the dry autumn weather. Madam Cao has had a dry cough the past few days, so I want to buy some more.â
Mrs. Liang said apologetically, âWe donât have many salted eggs right now, and itâll take a few days for the next batch to be ready!â
Ms. Li didnât pressure her further, âThen youâll have to tell me at once when itâs ready!â
These people all came because they noticed Ms. Li, and some wanted to buy a few to try. Mrs. Liang went back and took out the jar of salted duck eggs. There were thirty-odd left.
After they discussed, Ms. Li asked for ten. Thereâd be new ones in three to five days anyways. The others divided the rest, a few per person, and they went back home to taste them.
Mrs. Liang really didnât expect her salted duck eggs to be so popular, and regretted not making more. Zhong Cheng had just come here in the morning, and itâd take five days for him to come again!
In the market, Mo Ling said while she was working, âI didnât expect the salted duck eggs to be so popular. We should make more and ask Zhong Cheng to send more to us.â
Mo Yan said, âIn the morning, he said heâs going here to exchange mung beans for wheat, but I donât know where heâs exchanging the grains.â
âHe must be in the grain market, next to the livestock market.â
âThen Iâll go tell him!â
âOkay, Iâll come over once Iâm done here, and weâll buy some meat when we go back.â
During a lull, Mo Yan ran to the grain market. There are food sellers there, with rows and rows of bags open. She remembered that Zhong Cheng said that he brought mung beans, so he only looked for the bags containing mung beans.
She was searching carefully when she heard Zhong Cheng call her.
Mo Yan turned around and saw that Zhong Cheng was trading with others, so she signalled for Zhong Cheng to exchange his goods first before standing aside and waiting.
The other personâs bags were also opened, and it was filled with wheat. Zhong Cheng said, âOne kilogram of mung beans for three kilogram of wheat. These are freshly-harvested mung beans, and the seniors living in the city will definitely like them.â
The man hesitated, âThey look good, but thatâs a bit expensive!â
Zhong Cheng readied to put away his bag, âIf I wasnât in a hurry to use white flour, I wouldnât change it! Iâll take it to the city myself, and get a good price.â
Mo Yan said from the side, âBrother Zhong Cheng, my sister asked if youâve exchanged the wheat yet. She wants you to go to the stall because she has something to tell you.â
Zhong Cheng secretly smiled and spread his hands towards the person opposite him, âLook, thereâs people at home whoâs urging me to hurry up, itâs making me impatient. If you want this bag of mung beans, I will give you an extra ten percent. What do you think?â
The person opposite made a decision, âSure, pour a bag of them into this bag.â
Pouring it into another bag would let the buyer see if the goods are of a consistent quality.
After that, they started weighing the bag. Mo Yan said, âBrother Zhong Cheng, Iâll go back first. Come over when youâre done with your work.â
Zhong Cheng agreed, his face full of joy.
After exchanging the wheat, he pushed it to Mo Lingâs stall.
âMo Ling, were you looking for me?â
âYes, my familyâs salted duck eggs are selling very well. From now on, please send a hundred eggs every two days.â After speaking, Mo Ling corrected herself, âPlease send 200 eggs every five days instead, so you wonât have to run all over the place.â
âItâs fine, Iâll give you a hundred eggs in two days.â
Mo Yan asked him, âBrother Zhong, have you exchanged the wheat?â
âI have, why?â
âWhere are you going to sell it?â
âOur village is next to the river, and we have a water-powered millstone. Iâll push the wheat back, grind it into white flour, and sell it for a larger profit.â
Itâs a lot of trouble to do all of this, so of course it would be profitable. They didnât have a lot of white flour right now, so she asked, âHow much do you sell for a pound of white flour?â
Zhong Cheng looked around and didnât see anyone before whispering, âIf you need flour, thirty dollars a kilogram is enough.â
Post-edit notes: Yes, two chappies on two consecutive days! Donât get used to this, it wonât happen a lot especially since school starts soon. But it might show up once in a blue moon, you never know.