It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 274

An hour and a half later, Jiang Yan led the other two into the bustling street market. Not long after, they nervously knocked on the back door of a house.

Because of this severe drought, several wealthy families in the county moved away, and it is unknown whether the Hao family is still there.

"Who is it?" The inquiring voice from inside the door sounded unpleasant.

Having someone there was good. As for the attitude, Jiang Yan sensed a hint of nervousness and familiarity in the voice, and was not afraid. "Could you please ask your steward Hao San? Xiao Jiang brought some mountain products today. Is there anything he needs?"

After waiting for about half a minute, the back door finally opened slightly. The servant who leaned out first glanced at Jiang Yan and the other two, and then Manager Hao San walked out of the house.

Perhaps the severe drought was too torturous for Jiang Yan's body and mind. Manager Hao San's obviously haggard face surprised Jiang Yan a little, and she was even more worried about whether she could successfully sell her vegetables.

Facts have proved that Jiang Yan has underestimated the financial resources of the second richest family in Rongcheng County. Although it has been low-profile in previous years, it has never been on the folk rankings.

The treatment of the servants in the Hao Mansion was cut one after another, and many of them were driven to farms outside the county. The masters' food and clothing expenses were only greatly restricted in terms of water use, but it did not have much impact on maintaining a normal life.

At that time, County Magistrate Huang came to urge donations of grain. After gulping down a few cups of tea, he became even more jealous. He returned to the mansion and urged Fu An to quickly take people to squeeze this fish that had escaped the net.

After being dried, the ground ivy turns black, green and fine. In the past, it was not served on the host’s dinner table because of its unattractive appearance, but now that we can have more green vegetables to eat, what is there to complain about?

Manager Hao San asked in detail about how to cook the ground vegetable, then took out two strings of copper coins from his pocket and handed them to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan happily took it, looked around to make sure that no one was standing in the open at either end of the alley and peeking, then handed one of the strings to Jiang Wang for safekeeping.

Seeing the expectation in Uncle Jiang Hu's eyes, Jiang Yan thought for a moment, untied the rope, counted out ten copper coins and handed them to him for safekeeping, and emphasized:

"This is the money I will share with Jiang He and the others after we return to the village. Don't spend it like it belongs to other grandmothers and aunts."

Jiang He is Jiang Hu's niece. A few years ago, the elders in the family were captured or ran away, leaving only the uncle and niece to depend on each other.

She had complained more than once about her uncle's bad memory. For example, if he was asked to weave two bamboo baskets, he would remember to weave three. He would also open the pickled vegetables that were supposed to be eaten ten days later several days in advance.

Jiang He secretly observed many times, and finally she was sure that her uncle was just a simple-minded person, and he was not deliberately torturing her.

Although Jiang Yan didn't want to experience Uncle Jiang Hu's unreliability firsthand, she felt that the joy of collecting money was something she should share. Besides, everything else was finished in less than half an hour. He couldn't be a goldfish, right? I hadn't noticed it before.

Manager Hao San saw these three people openly dividing up the copper coins in front of him, and then clasped their fists and made gestures to leave. He immediately grabbed Jiang Yan and said, "Wait, there's something else I haven't told you yet."

He signaled the two men to retreat, then lowered his voice and asked quietly, "Do you still have any tung oil?"

Jiang Yan shook her head regretfully, but she was secretly complaining. She had sold him all her lamp oil, which was absolutely worth the money and of the highest quality. Why was he being asked about it as if it were some shady, contraband transaction?

“When will it be ready?”

"Next autumn?" Seeing that Manager Hao San frowned and looked very worried, Jiang Yan simply gave a more detailed explanation.

Finally, I advised him, "There are other good lamp oils out there. Just be patient this year. I'll make more and sell it to your family next year."

Manager Hao San said expressionlessly: "That will be next year's matter." The government was in a hurry and couldn't afford to waste time.