Chapter 762: 762: The Scandal is About to Leak

She didn’t want to calculate this account now, it would definitely hurt her.

She was quite happy when she got a few thousand taels from He Zhanggui before, but now it seems, these few thousand taels are too little.

A drop in the bucket.

Tong Sanlang saw her expression and couldn’t help but pinch her cheek, the touch was silky smooth, “Sweet potatoes are too cheap.”

It’s so cheap that it’s a pitfall for two pounds for one penny.

Thinking of his family’s ten acres of sweet potatoes, he can’t help but sigh.

Thirty thousand pounds of sweet potatoes can only get one tael and five pennies of silver, this is too little…

Pathetically little.

Fortunately, the price of soybeans is a bit higher, but when they planted soybeans, they were thinking of growing bean sprouts.

Now he’s become a scholar, given his family’s disposition, they might look down on the little bean sprout business.

He hasn’t been home for several days.

He does not know what the situation at home is now.

Forget it, anyway his family has food and drink and his father still has over a thousand taels of silver in his hand, the matter here is not over yet, don’t think about that over there.

“Alright, stop thinking, we now have almost a hundred thousand pounds of sweet potatoes. These sweet potatoes sell for two hundred and fifty pennies a pound, we can definitely make up for the loss.”

“We must make it up!”

On hearing these words, Qiao Xiaomai clenched the silver in her hands.

So many things needed silver to fill, she had to make money!

“Ah, by the way, how much salary do you get as a scholar?” She suddenly remembered this.

“Five hundred pounds of grain, which are collected from the government office every spring.” Tong Sanlang answered.

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

This is real drop in the bucket!

“Such a cheapskate!” She grumbled with her nose wrinkled.

In response, Tong Sanlang laughed, “Yes, indeed.”

“But it’s better than nothing, five hundred pounds is the output of two acres.” Qiao Xiaomai pursed her lips, quickly shifting her attention.

She should think about how to exploit the value of sweet potatoes and beans…

Depending on Tong Sanlang’s salary, that’s absolutely unreliable.

Soon, Yang Ye sent a letter.

The letter mentioned Emperor Yongan’s decision to discuss the matter of the Qiao family in the Imperial Court, and Yu Ang personally guarding the front door of Ji Wei Ju to dismiss those nobles who despised dried sweet potatoes.

This letter also contained a lot of information.

Qiao Xiaomai held the letter, her peach blossom eyes wide open.

Yu Ang, the towering prime minister, personally sitting at the door of Ji Wei Ju and having an argument, this was indeed a big news, very interesting.

And it also helped her vent, since they despised her dried sweet potatoes, they should not eat anything from her house.

However, as the saying goes, family disgrace should not be aired in public. Are the bad things about her family to be discussed in the Imperial Court of Daqi?

She had mixed feelings.

However, Tong Sanlang calmly said, “This is also quite good. Everyone knows about our family now. If they don’t like it, they can choose not to buy our products, so there won’t be situations like the Sun family where certain nobles accidentally buy our stuff.”

“But it’s a disgrace for mother.”

Zhuang Luhe woke up.

Under the daily nagging of Qiao Dami, she woke up.

But the whole person seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes were wooden and her expression was dumb, staring at one place for half a day.

Looking at Qiao Dami, she would sometimes suddenly burst into tears.

Under these circumstances, she had no choice but to let Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi take turns to watch her for twelve hours.

“If she knew that her disgrace has been publicly announced, would she want to hit the wall again?” Qiao Xiaomai’s little face wrinkled up at the thought.

Such weak psychological quality, really…

No more words.

[End of Chapter Eight]

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