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Wan Chunmei was stunned for a while after hearing Tan Erqian’s words. Indeed, he was absolutely right. She and Old Tan were simple, honest farmers, never having considered these business aspects. They thought that as long as the pickles sold, it was a good thing. But now, with Tan Erqian bringing it up, it had truly opened her eyes.
After some thought, she nodded and said, “Erqian, you’re right. We’ll do it the way you suggest.”
Tan Erqian was immediately pleased and stood up. “Alright, when we return, I’ll discuss this with Master I’ll Bai.”
Wan Chunmei nodded. “Okay, okay. I don’t really understand business. From now on, you handle it, so I don’t end up making any more mistakes.”
Old Tan, leaning on the door, chuckled. “Going out to learn something really was useful.”
Tan Erqian scratched the back of his head, laughing. “Of course, of course.”
With this arrangement settled, they began packing the pickles.
The next morning, Tan Erqian took several jars of pickled vegetables and set off for the county by cart.
Meanwhile, the Tan family’s house was also being filled with soil. The people from the Yu family were very efficient. The small yellow mud house was steadily rising at an impressive speed, brick by brick.
Life went on, busy and ordinary.
However, things were quite different in Qiuyang Village, not far away.
Upon hearing from Dr. Li that her condition was hopeless, Old Lady Jiang truly went to the county. She had thought the village doctor was exaggerating, but to her surprise, the county doctor said the same thing.
Now, the previously energetic Jiang old lady was bedridden, sighing in despair, unable to focus on Tan Xiaomei’s situation.
As for the Jiang Family’s Eldest Son, he couldn’t take it any longer. His two new concubines were causing trouble—one was lazy and indulgent, while the other was fierce and vicious.
Previously, it was Tan Xiaomei who served him tea, but now, he was the one serving tea to his two “ancestors.”
She had directly hidden herself today.
Inside the house, Old Lady Jiang woke up early to hear the lazy and indulgent Widow Xu shouting in the yard.
“This old, good-for-nothing woman spends every day pretending to be sick and can’t even make a meal. What good is she!” Widow Xu kicked over the pot of medicine that was simmering in the yard and shouted loudly, “Medicine, medicine, medicine—why keep taking medicine? Just wrap it in a sack and toss it away, that’d be better!”
Old Lady Jiang was infuriated by the voice. She leaned on the wall and slowly got up.
When Tan Xiaomei was trying to conceive, Old Lady Jiang had been just as scornful and cruel when she boiled medicine at home. Now, when the situation was reversed, she could no longer bear the indignity.
Widow Xu looked up and immediately saw her. With her arms crossed, she arrogantly said, “You’re up? Then hurry up and cook today’s meals!”
Old Lady Jiang trembled with anger and pointed at her. “You’re nothing but a concubine in our family! Who are you to order me, your mother-in-law, to do things?”
Widow Xu raised an eyebrow. “I don’t cook! What’s with you, old woman, always talking so much? Hurry up and cook! I’m starving!”
She rubbed her belly as though feeling wronged.
In Widow Xu’s eyes, only the words “eat” and “hunger” mattered. She didn’t care about the status of mother-in-law or concubine. If it weren’t for the need to eat, she wouldn’t have married into the family in the first place.
Old Lady Jiang was furious, intending to raise her hand, but Widow Xu was too sturdy. She had no choice but to hold back her anger, stomp her foot, and stagger out of the room. “You wait, I’ll have my son come teach you a lesson.”
Widow Xu heard this and raised her hand, shouting, “Go on, go! Bring that little skinny chicken back here! Let’s see why he didn’t cook my food today!”