欧美极品欧美激情在线

Xiao Qinghe longed to take care of his wife, but he just couldn’t…

His inner pain throbbed, yet he had no right to say anything.

When Su Qingyue saw the three men like this, she knew they were hurting for her as well. She felt that no matter how hard or exhausting it was, it was worth it. “Don’t worry, I really won’t sell stir-fried fern anymore in the future. I sold the recipe for stir-fried fern to Rich Source Tavern, and I also promised them that I won’t sell stir-fried fern anymore,” she said.

“What?” Xiao Yuchuan was taken aback.

She asked in confusion, “Third brother, aren’t you happy? Didn’t you say it sold well?”

“Wife, the reason your stir-fried fern is so expensive is because the ones made by others have a bitter taste, but yours is delicious. You can sell it for four cents per jin! In the future, if you don’t sell it, and when second brother and I are fully recovered, we can go up to the mountain to pick ferns to sell. And you sold your stir-fried fern recipe for only five or six taels of silver…” He noticed there were still some small bags and cans of seasonings left on the cow’s car earlier, which wouldn’t cost much.

Su Qingyue sat on the edge of the bed, turned her head to the second brother, “Second brother, you are the head of the house. How much do you think the stir-fried fern recipe should be sold for to make it worthwhile?”

“Ten taels maybe…”

“What does third brother think?”

“At least fifteen taels.”

Su Qingyue laughed, “Second brother is more generous than third brother.” “Wife, generous people tend to lose out…” said Xiao Yuchuan.

Xiao Yishan agreed. He dared not call Yue’er his wife, and listening to third brother calling her his wife every day frustrated him. Every time he heard it, his heart felt sour and bitter, but he just didn’t have third brother’s courage. Third brother did not fear rejection from his wife, but he… he was afraid.

Moreover…he was different from third brother.

Third brother is handsome, while he…

As he looked at his wife’s face, which was not pretty, the more he wanted to spend time with her, the more he found himself liking her. Now that she sold the recipe, he didn’t want her to regret selling it for a low price and be heartbroken, so he quickly said, “Yue’er, it’s okay to sell it for a low price too. Five taels of silver is not bad .

“It’s not at a low price. How can I suffer a loss?” Su Qingyue explained. “For me, I have already exhausted all nearby mountains of fern paste. Everyone in the village knows that my stir-fried fern sells at the high price of four cents per jin. I can sell a full load in less than two hours, and the villagers are envious of the money I earn. These days, almost everyone in the village is looking for and picking ferns to study and sell. Now that there are no ferns left in the nearby mountains, I must go deep into the mountains to find ferns, which is too strenuous.

If I don’t pick ferns myself and instead buy fresh ferns from other people, given that everyone knows stir-fried fern paste sells well, they will definitely hike up the price. I estimate that it will be at least two cents per jin, and people may still be unwilling to sell it unless the price goes up to three cents per jin. Maybe even with two or three cents, no one would want to sell any, everyone would like to cook it themselves and sell it for four cents per jin. Assuming I can buy fresh ferns at two cents per jin, and add in the costs of oil, salt, car, and hardship, then the profit per jin will only be one cent, instead of the previous four cents per jin when I picked the ferns myself.

What I said about making one tael a day is a bit of an exaggeration, I can only make about five hundred cents a day, which is far from the eight hundred cents equal to one tael of silver, provided that I pick ferns myself. After today, since I can’t pick them myself, I can only make a quarter of the money per day. A quarter of five hundred cents is one hundred and twenty-five cents. Over a month, that’s only three thousand seven hundred and fifty cents, which is just over four taels of silver. After one month at most, the fern season will be over..”