Chapitre 12: Money-Making Method
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Jian Qingqing nodded. "He's gone."
"Gone?" Old Man Jian was surprised. "He's injured so badly, can he leave?"
Father Jian retorted, "He's not an ordinary person. Isn't it normal for him to recover quickly?"
In Father Jian's eyes, the bodies of rich people and poor people were different. Rich people lived long and healthy lives.
Mother Jian disagreed. "Even if he's not an ordinary person, it's impossible for him to recover in one night. Sister, why didn't you ask him to him stay? What if his wounds open again outside?"
"Maybe he has something to do. Besides, he's not an ordinary person. He'll definitely be taken care of when he goes out. Besides, look at his wounds. They're definitely not ordinary wounds. What if his enemies seek revenge on our family?"
The Jian Family thought about it and agreed. They did not dwell on this matter anymore. The lives of their family members were more important.
"Let's go and eat."
Old Man Jian picked up a piece of food and ate it. He immediately asked in surprise, "This, why is this dish salty?"
Hearing this, Father Jian and Mother Jian also took a bite and looked at Jian Qingqing in surprise.
Jian Qingqing giggled. "This is salt given by Hero Ming. Oh, he is the injured person."
She took out three bamboo tubes filled with salt.
Brother Jian was even more surprised. "Where did he put all this salt? Why didn't I see it when I helped him change yesterday?"
"Who knows? Anyway, I saw him standing in the yard when I came back. Maybe someone brought it to him."
"Rich people are so strange. They don't give gold or silver, but they give a few tubes of salt."
The Jian Family did not recognize that this was their bamboo tube because the bamboo tubes were almost the same.
Old Man Jian took the stopper of the bamboo tube and saw the thin salt inside. He said in shock, "What, what kind of salt is this? Why is it so thin?"
Father Jian and Mother Jian also took a look and immediately stuffed the stopper back.
"Maybe the salt that rich people eat is like this." Since Ming Zhiyan was not here, and they might not meet him again in the future, she could say whatever she wanted.
"And it's not bitter!" Xiao Hu, who had already tasted the taste, had the right to speak.
Old Man Jian held the three tubes in his hand and stroked them. He said seriously, "We can't use this salt to eat. We poor people don't have that kind of luxury. Tomorrow, you can sell it and then buy some grain back, as well as coarse salt."
"Yes," replied Father Jian immediately.
Of course, Jian Qingqing would not let Old Man Jian sell it. This salt did not exist in this era. What if her father was caught?
So she quickly said, "Father, I'll go with you. What if you can't sell it at a high price?"
Old Man Jian looked at her suspiciously. "Then you can sell it at a high price?"
Jian Qingqing stopped her chest and said proudly, "Of course. Do you look down on me?"
Old Man Jian decided, "Then, Big Sister and Dalang will go. Big Sister is smart. Dalang, let Big Sister sell it tomorrow and then take her to buy things."
"Grandfather is wise!" Jian Qingqing immediately flattered him.
Early the next morning, Jian Qingqing put on her only two sets of clothes. She already had a way to buy salt without anyone suspecting her.
She followed Father Jian to the county town. From afar, she could see the tall gate with the words 'Shifeng County' written on it.
Shifeng County was a big county. It used to be very prosperous, but after a year of major disasters, it became a little sluggish. Many refugees were begging on the road.
Shifeng County was not considered the worst-hit county. Some county towns had reached the point where there was not a single living person in the village. Some people sold their fields and children. Those who could not survive left their homeland and wandered around.
These refugees had lifeless eyes and were not wearing any clothes. They knelt on the ground, praying that someone would help them.
Jian Qingqing could not bear to watch these scenes. In her previous life, she had lived in a strong and democratic country, and had never seen such a scene.
As soon as she entered the county, Jian Qingqing sent her father away. "Father, go and look for the food you want to buy first. I'll go and look for you after selling the salt."
"Can you really do it by yourself? Don't you want Father to go with you?"
"Really! Don't worry!"
"Okay, then I'll leave. Be careful."
Jian Qingqing waved at him and walked towards the place where the salt was sold.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone