The Sweet Little Fulang

Chapter 130

Although Lu Gu had told them to come back in time for dinner, Shen Xuanqing and Shen Yaoqing didn't return with the scooter until nightfall, eager to sell more pork.

The food in the pot was still warm with a trace of residual temperature, unnecessary to reheat in the summer. Lu Gu would bring it to the table when they washed their hands.

"I sold all the way to Wangli Village. I managed to get 580 copper plates and sold nearly 60 catties of meat," Shen Yaoqing happily shared.

Even though the money was in Shen Xuanqing's hands, it wouldn't be divided in half. Of course, their family was happy to earn money, especially since they had consumed a lot of this pork and could enjoy it for several more days.

While selling meat, many people doubted the cheap price. To reassure them, Shen Xuanqing and Shen Yaoqing talked about the hemp poisonous weed, even chewing a small piece of raw meat in front of them. This way, others felt at ease.

The meat had been washed with good grass and water, posing no health risk. Besides, the poisonous weed was not toxic. Most villagers knew this, and even the ruffians in nearby villages dared not easily provoke Shen Xuanqing after being beaten. The majority of people were honest, so there was no need to fear extortion.

An oil lamp flickered in the main room, and Wei Lanxiang, awakened from sleep, emerged wearing clothes. Most villagers refrained from lighting lamps and stopped their activities when it got dark.

She smiled and said, "I bought the marinade today, so tomorrow morning, I'll marinate the pot. Since you saved a pair of pig ears, pluck two chives from the yard, cool the pig ears, then fry a plate of peanuts for you brothers. Buy a jar of good wine and have a drink to satisfy your cravings."

"The liver is still here, just cut a few slices," Shen Yaoqing added with a smile.

"Alright, I'll prepare everything," Wei Lanxiang said with a smile. "Eat a bit lighter tonight to avoid overeating. Just have enough to fill seven or eight parts, and leave some room. I'm really hungry; I'll get up early tomorrow to eat."

Shen Xuanqing, mouth full of rice, replied, "I understand, Mother."

Wei Lanxiang returned to her room.

Lu Gu brought over a teapot and poured water for both of them. He was afraid of choking on dry rice, so now that the weather was better, eating plain rice was no problem, much more satisfying than thin rice soup.

Feeling a bit full, Shen Xuanqing suggested, "We have about forty kilograms of meat left. Let's keep twenty kilograms for dried meat. Tomorrow, I'll go to my uncle's house. Elder brother, why don't you send some to Uncle Century's house?"

Uncle Ji referred to Ji Qiuyue's maternal father, prompting Shen Yaoqing to nod eagerly, much to Ji Qiuyue's delight.

The clinking of bowls and chopsticks echoed softly, and the candlelight swayed gently in the night breeze.

After dinner, Lu Gu took the candlestick and headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Shen Xuanqing splashed water on his face in the courtyard, finding relief from the summer heat. Soon, the water in the clay pot on the stove began to boil.

With only two sets of tableware and chopsticks, Lu Gu quickly finished washing and even prepared water for Shen Xuanqing to wash his feet.

The moonlight was soothing as Shen Xuanqing sat in the courtyard washing his feet. No lights were necessary outside, and Lu Gu brought the candlestick back to the room first, where a pile of copper plates awaited them on the table.

Once Shen Xuanqing entered, he prepared the hemp rope for counting the money, ready to tally it together.

"We made 863 wen at home. After selling meat in the afternoon, most villagers bought it, so we didn't need to go out again. Adding the 580 wen, we have a total of 1,440 today. It's quite a good sum, more than one or two dollars," Shen Xuanqing remarked as he threaded the twenty copper plates onto a small string for convenience in making purchases.