After the vicious adoptive mother gave up, the scumbag children regretted it

Chapter 166 Corn on the County Magistrate’s Table

Doesn’t this show the difference between people?

The opportunity was right in front of others, but they refused to take it because of their bottom line. On the other hand, Jiang Chen tried his best to gain advantage. He is really a dog.

Fang Cheng was not wrong at all in scolding him.

"Okay, I know you're upright. If you think it's a betrayal, just ignore what I said. If you want to go again in the future, just tell me anytime."

"Thank you, Miss Shen. What is your relationship with Mr. Yuan?"

"Mr. Yuan taught me to read when I was young. Although I didn't study very well and felt ashamed of his teaching, he always cared about me."

Shen Nanzhi felt guilty about Mr. Yuan's kindness to her. After all, she had nothing to repay him. She was not a man who could study and take the imperial examinations to bring honor to him. She was not related to him by blood, so he had no obligation to help her like this.

Shen Nanzhi can only be filial to her husband and treat him like a daughter to repay him.

"I see. It's no surprise that Jiang Chen got humiliated. He's so funny. He thought he was so good. Didn't you see how proud he was before? It seemed like he was already Mr. Yuan's disciple."

Shen Nanzhi: "He has always been very confident. I don't know where his sense of superiority comes from. It's probably because those ignorant villagers in the village praise him too much. The imperial examination is already in their pockets."

"Haha..., he believed it? The whole county only produces a few juren every year. It's a good thing I didn't say he was the top scorer, otherwise people would have laughed their heads off."

"He does have some self-awareness. If he could win the first place in the imperial examination, God would be very blind."

The two chatted for a while, and Shen Nanzhi treated him to some corn. Fang Cheng praised it highly, "This is really delicious. Why haven't I seen it before?"

"We just started planting it this year, and the county magistrate hasn't even eaten it yet. You can only eat it here, and you can't find it anywhere else."

"How to sell this thing?"

Fang Cheng wanted to buy some for his family. Good things cannot be eaten by oneself.

Shen Nanzhi thought for a moment and said, "It's not expensive, five cents each."

Green corn cobs cost five cents each. When word of this price got out, the people in Yushu Village would be extremely happy. An acre of land could produce several thousand corn cobs. How much would they sell for?

What Shen Nanzhi is selling now are the fruits from his own space. They have a sweeter taste and larger grains. At five cents a piece, they are definitely getting a bargain.

There are too many in the space. Selling some to make some profit is too expensive.

"Let's start with ten."

Fang Cheng didn't know how to bargain and just asked for ten for his family to try.

Shen Nanzhi said: "If your family likes it, you can come to me to sell it again, or you can sell it to others. I will give you a commission of one penny for each stick."

"Oh, okay."

Fang Cheng didn't care. What was a penny? He looked down on it.

Don’t you know that a little bit of accumulation adds up to a lot? Selling two or three hundred corns a day is two or three hundred coins. What kind of business can make so much money?

Fang Cheng is not a businessman after all and is not sensitive to arithmetic, so he just thinks of it as helping Shen Nanzhi.

He left with ten ears of corn, but at that time he didn't know how much return these ten ears of corn would bring him.

Today is also a day off, otherwise Fang Cheng would not have come to see Shen Nanzhi. He left her and went straight home. He asked the kitchen to cook the corn and brought it to his parents and family to taste.

My family members didn’t take it seriously at first. What the hell is this?

He had never eaten it before, but his eight-year-old sister tried it first. No one can resist the charm of corn. After the first bite, she was immediately conquered. "This is delicious, brother, where did you buy it?"

My parents also tried it and their expressions changed: "It's really delicious. Isn't this expensive?"

Fang Cheng said: "Not expensive, five cents each."

Fang's mother said, "It's not expensive. A pound of rice is only eight cents. Is that all?"

She ate a large corn by herself, but she was still full and said with satisfaction: "It's enough to fill me up. I don't need to eat dinner."

Mr. Fang was the second-in-command in the county and the county magistrate. He immediately thought of sending something to the county magistrate, always remembering to curry favor with his superior.

He snatched one from his daughter's mouth, gathered five together and sent them to County Magistrate Cao. They were cooked and served hot on the county magistrate's dining table.

Aunt Xia had just gotten pregnant and was suffering from morning sickness, so she couldn't eat anything. But when she smelled the aroma of the corn, her appetite suddenly increased. She ate the whole thing and didn't even vomit.

County Magistrate Cao was overjoyed: "The kitchen has a reward. Madam, do you like this?"

"Yes, it's sweet and has a special fragrance. Master, try it too. It's really delicious."

If she could eat more, she would have wanted to have another one.

Magistrate Cao was fed by her and took a few bites. He immediately praised, "It's delicious."

"Master, just eat more."

The next morning, County Magistrate Fang went to the yamen and met County Magistrate Cao. He bowed and asked, "Do you like the golden stick I gave you yesterday?"

County Magistrate Cao then realized that it was sent by him: "You are so thoughtful. It is really delicious. Where did you buy it? My aunt loved to eat this when she was pregnant. She almost finished it and even nibbled on one in the middle of the night.

Golden Rod? That's a nice name, too. It sounds so rich."

County Magistrate Fang patted his chest and said, "As long as Madam Xia likes it, I'll send you some more right away."

"Oh, no, I'll ask the servants to buy it. How can I let you spend money?"

"It's not worth much, five cents each."

"so cheap?"

The county magistrate's family is not short of money, but a pound of vegetables costs five cents, which is incomparable to that of ordinary people.

"Ah."

Magistrate Cao asked for a hundred sticks, which was only half a tael of silver, so he didn't bother to be polite to County Magistrate Fang. He asked where they could be bought and asked the kitchen to purchase them.

When County Magistrate Fang returned, he handed the task over to his son. Fang Cheng was called out of the academy by a servant. County Magistrate Fang came to him in person and said, "Son, where did you buy the sticks yesterday? Hurry up and get a hundred of them. The county magistrate wants them. Aunt Xia likes to eat them."

"Oh, you want a hundred? I need to ask, I wonder if there are so many."

"Hurry up and ask the teacher for leave. This is important business."

"it is good."

Fang Cheng found Shen Nanzhi again and wanted to buy a hundred of them.

"Not now, I have to go back to the village tomorrow to pick some. This thing grows in the fields."

Fang Cheng said, "Then hurry up. The county magistrate's aunt likes to eat it and is urging us to eat it."

"Okay, if you rush it, you'll have to pay more."

You must pay more for the gift to the county magistrate, otherwise it would be unworthy of his status.

"How much?"

"One penny for each one."

The extra penny can be used as a commission for Fang Cheng's father. We can't let him work in vain. If the upper-class masters like to eat it, it will become popular among the lower-class people, and corn will officially enter everyone's sight.

Fang Cheng was speechless. What's the point of adding one more penny?

"Okay, but hurry up."

"I'll ride back and break them off. I promise that nothing will go wrong. But are you sure you only need a hundred? Is that enough?"

Fang Cheng was unsure, "How about two hundred?"

"Be brave, five hundred."

Otherwise it would not be enough for her to make the trip, and it would be tiring to go back to the village to provide cover.

Shen Nanzhi added: "Give me the money after you sell it. If you take a penny, you can also give half to your father and let him help you sell it and make some private money."