This time, Jian Qingqing was not the only one in the cart. There were also two women from Jian Village and four people from Da Wan Village who knew Jian Qingqing.
"Wow, Qingqing, is your family making a fortune?" one of the women asked. This Jian Qingqing was called Aunt Cai, and her husband was called Jian Cai.
Jian Qingqing knew that she would not be able to hide this business from the people in the village, and she did not intend to hide it. She said honestly, "This is the stewed meat that I cooked. I'm going to sell it."
"Oh, that's great. Then won't your family be able to eat meat every day in the future? It will also make money. How nice." It was another woman.
"No, we don't dare to eat it casually. We are going to sell it. We are only making hard money. See, this small bag of spices costs more than one tael of silver. This stewed meat will only taste good if you put these in it."
