Warm Life

"One hundred liang!" Everyone was shocked.

What did a hundred silvers mean?

Except for sorghum and cornmeal, the rest of the annual crop was sold for at most twenty taels of silver. Sun Lingyu's monthly income was five hundred silver coins, which was only six taels a year. Their whole family was frugal and could only save about 20 taels of silver, which was not even enough to buy medicine for Sun Lingming. Every time Sun Yuanjie's arm aches, he can only drink some of Sun Lingping's medicine dregs.

In just two short days, besides ten taels of silver, they could earn ninety. This was something they had never dared to think about before.

"This is my plan. Whether I can sell it for 100 taels of silver depends on the situation." We'll make the rest of the pork jerky this afternoon and take the oxcart to town in the morning. That's right! Dad, can you find Brother Wang later and see if you can ride on his oxcart? If not, we'll have to go to another village. I can't possibly carry these hundred kilograms of treasures, right? "

"Sure." "I'll leave this matter to Father." Sun Yuanjie patted his chest and guaranteed, "If they don't want us to ride on the oxcart, we can carry them. Don't underestimate our father's strength."

"That's right!" "You have strength." Sun Meng snappily replied, "I wonder how old you are. Do you think you're still that tiger-beating hero from back then?"

"Hee hee …" The siblings laughed in unison.

Sun Meng and Sun Yuanjie's relationship was very good, and that was the case. No matter how poor they were, they could still endure it. Although the family is poor, the spirit is rich.

At noon, Sun Ye Xuan brought out a bowl of dried meat, and Sun Yuanjie drank a few mouthfuls of the small wine. When they had hope, they cooked dry rice for a rare occasion, and even pulled out a small white vegetable from the vegetable patch before coming back to stir-fry.

There were still oil beads in the pot. The cabbage was smeared with oil, and with the addition of the spirit spring water, the taste was extremely delicious. They hadn't had such a good meal in years.

After dinner, Sun Yuanjie went to find Wang Da Hua at the east side of the village and made an appointment with Wang Da Hua. Sun Yuan Jie then went back home to help the children with jerky. However, he really did not have talent in this aspect. On the contrary, he was despised by Sun Ye Xuan. Sun Meng's hand was very coincidental. Her hand helped them move a lot faster, and the rest of the pork took only three hours to finish.

The whole family looked at the big bowls of dried meat and felt that they had never been so happy before. Next, they would prepare the oil paper, but once they found all the oil paper in the house, they still didn't have enough.

"Dad, second brother, you guys go get some bamboo barrels!" Sun Yanxuan thought: "That thing is pretty good too. Let's fill it up with one and two catties. We'll sell it to the bamboo bucket tomorrow."

"Xuan Xuan's brain is still better. This not only preserves the taste, but also makes it easy for us to put it on display. If we were to go and weigh them at the last minute tomorrow, let's not talk about how slow they are, it would be hard to get them. " Sun Lingyu praised.

After discussing the countermeasure, Sun Ye Xuan took a small pot of soup filled with dried meat and went to Ouyang Yifan's hut. Ouyang Yifan had just returned from outside and saw her pacing back and forth outside his room.

Seeing that Ouyang Yifan's house was closed, Sun Ye Xuan called out to him for a few times, but there was no response. She knew that Ouyang Yifan was not at home and was about to come back tomorrow, but then she turned around and saw Ouyang Yifan behind her.

"You scared me to death!" Sun Ye Xuan patted her chest, and angrily glared at him. She raised the small basin in her hand and stuffed it into his hands. "Here, this is the dried meat you made. I'll give it to you to taste."

Ouyang Yifan watched as her figure disappeared into the distance, then he opened the lotus leaves that covered the wooden basin. A fragrance entered his nose, making him open his fingers wide.

He pinched one in his mouth and was immediately captivated by the taste. After consuming a few pills, the tiredness of the day disappeared and he felt much more energetic.

"This thing …" Thoughts of deep thought flashed through Ouyang Yifan's heart.

He was a martial artist. After eating this, his internal force actually increased. There were also some signs that the old wounds had started to ease up.

This was too amazing!

Or was he overthinking it?

How could a small peasant girl have such heaven-defying abilities? He had sought out countless famous doctors and none of them could do anything about it. Was he dreaming?