She turned to Su Qingyue, âItâs all your fault!â
Su Qingyue raised her eyebrows, âWhat do you blame me for?â
âIf it werenât for you making money by selling the stir-fried fern, would the guys have been fighting to forage for fern? And youâve also caused everyoneâs ferns to be unsalableâ¦â
After Qian Zhangshi said it, everyone felt angry and glared at Su Qingyue with dissatisfaction.
Su Qingyue sneered, âDid I tell you to go foraging? You were just envious that I made money. Take responsibility for your own actions. I blame you for foraging for all the ferns in the surrounding mountains, forcing me to sell the stir-fried fern recipe. Otherwise, I would be selling stir-fried fern every day, making money every day. And I donât want you to block my financial path!â She also didnât mention that the fern season was almost over, and not much money could be made from it anyomore.
Hearing this, everyone felt that it made sense.
Zhang Shun, being a sensible person, said, âWife of the Xiao Family is not wrong. We were just envious of her making money. She didnât ask us to forage for ferns.â
Wang Cuihua also helped to reason, âThatâs right, we canât blame anyone if the ferns we foraged for canât be sold. If we canât sell it, just eat it ourselves.â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âItâs so astringentâ¦nobody likes to eat it.â Ding Er waved his hand, âAlright, letâs just consider these days as being busy for nothing. Taking it home to feed the pigs is also an option, and it can go to waste if it doesnât work.â
More than twenty people who couldnât sell their fresh ferns shook their heads and sighed.
While Su Qingyue was in town, she had already inquired that because ferns have an astringent taste when stir-fried, only those who are extremely poor would stir-fry ferns as vegetables and endure the taste. Because everyone believed the astringent taste couldnât be removed, the whole country hadnât thought about processing ferns.
Therefore.
The real fortune wasnât in the stir-fried ferns, but in what followed.
Zhang Shun said, âWife of Xiao Family, you donât know it, but not only in our village but also in the nearby villages, a lot of people canât sell their fern.
Everyone is preparing to feed it to pigs and other livestock.â
âWife of the Xiao Family, youâre famous now!â Ding Er also said, âThe people in the town know that the Rich Source Tavern bought your recipe for fifty taelsâ¦everyone says youâve made a fortuneâ¦â
Qian Zhangshi persisted, âWife of the Xiao Family, why donât you just share the stir-fried fern recipe, so that everyone can also fry and sell it, so it wonât go to waste at home.â
âEveryone knows that I took fifty taels from the Rich Source Tavern. I promised them not to reveal the recipe. If I doâ¦â
âQian Family, you better not exploit Qingyueâ¦â Wang Cuihua couldnât stand Qian Zhangshi, âWhatâs the big deal about us farmers putting in a few days of work for nothing.â
âYou really help Su Qingyue a lot.â Qian Zhangshi coldly snorted, âWang Cuihua, didnât you also forage a lot of fresh fern? Canât sell it, are you comfortable with that?â
Cuihua didnât speak.
Among the people who returned, Ding Erâs trip to the town to sell ferns was in vain. He couldnât sell them, and he didnât feel good about it. âAh, if I had gone a bit earlier, I couldâve sold them for half a cent per jin. But I was just a little late, and the Rich Source Tavern stopped buying. Half a cent per jin wouldâve been niceâ¦â
âLet me just say this⦠itâs my fault.â Su Qingyue said, âEveryone knows I made fifty taels of silver from selling the recipe. Actually, when you all asked me about it before, I said I had spent all the money because I didnât want certain people to keep thinking about how much I made. I still have dozens of taels. Let me share some good news, I didnât want everyone to work for nothing. When I was selling ferns in townâ¦.â