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Once again, they returned from the shop empty-handed. Early in the morning, the two of them picked up Qi Rong at the Lu Residence and said their goodbyes. They took the Donkey Cart back home from Xian Ke Lai. Qian Duo Duo had already grown accustomed to the presence of the Black Donkey, which was also a property it was meant to protect.
The next day marked the end of the month, with forty barrels to be collected each day, each worth four hundred wen, totaling four hundred eighty taels. The expenses for buying rice and fairy grass were deducted from last month's accounts. This month, each person received ninety-six taels, and combined with the previous two months' shares, each had about one hundred seventy taels in hand. Living in the village, as long as one did not fall ill, this amount was enough to last a lifetime.
The following day, all the family’s money was handed over to the two brothers, who exchanged it for silver notes at the only bank in town, Da Sheng Bank. To their surprise, the accountant there turned out to be the village chief's nephew. While keeping the accounts, he suddenly noticed the signatures of the two brothers. Four hundred eighty taels—no tavern in town had saved that much in a month. He also checked last month's records and found another entry for over three hundred taels.
Thus, news of the Qi Family making a fortune spread through the village within two days. The villagers buzzed with excitement; they guessed that the Qi Family was earning money but had no idea how much. They thought it was just a few taels a month at most—maybe ten or so.
While the Qi Family busied themselves preparing fairy grass, the village chief's threshold was nearly worn down by visitors. If he couldn't bring them such lucrative opportunities, they would no longer support him as village chief. Soon enough, when tax collectors came to collect head taxes, they would have no money to pay.
They were not greedy; if only the Qi Family could spare a little extra change, they would be satisfied.
The village chief wished he could help but found that the Qi Family simply ignored his requests. Yet he still wanted to remain village chief because whenever villagers needed something done, they would have to offer him some benefit. Whether it was buying land or people or settling family disputes—how could any document not go through him? But since the Qi Family could read and write, they didn’t need his assistance at all; he hadn’t received even a single gift.
The gong for village meetings sounded, and every household had to send a representative to attend.
The Qi family was far away, having specially sent someone to invite them for a meeting under the large Banyan Tree in the village at the hour of Shen in the afternoon. There was no need for discussion; the couple from the Qi Family Main Branch had to attend together, as they were the heads of the family.
Upon receiving the news, Yu Chunmiao guessed that it was related to the Fairy Grass Honey Recipe. "Yuan Er, bury the ash properly and clean the stone mill. The processes involving Zao Hui Shui and Mi Jiang should all be done in the Kitchen."
Yu Chunmiao began to make arrangements, worried that the village might be trying to lure them away. "This afternoon, we’ll wait until we return to light the fire in the courtyard. If necessary, we can work overtime tonight to catch up. Mother will stay in the Kitchen, and you guard the courtyard and lock the Kitchen door."
Qi Chong said, "Get Father's bow out. Anyone who dares to act without an invitation will be shot!"
Qi Yuan nodded firmly. "Don't worry, Brother and Sister-in-law; we won't let them succeed."
Chen Ruolan's heart raced. "Be careful during your meeting; there are many of them. Don’t get into a fight."
Yu Chunmiao wore a mischievous smile. "Don’t worry, Mother; I have my own clever plans!"
Qi Chong looked at her with confusion as Yu Chunmiao boldly sat down and pointed to her shoulder. "Come on, give This Palace a shoulder rub. If it feels good, I’ll tell you."
Qi Chong pretended to be a sycophant, bending down and saying, "Alright!" He then began to massage her shoulders.
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