Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Chapter 119: The Silver Bullion Blinds the Eyes

"Yeah, we wish the other side would have more of them, it's not satisfying at all." Qiao Laoer said regretfully.

"We can imagine those people as ferocious beasts, and the swords in their hands are their claws, so it will be much easier to deal with them. Some of them died, some were injured, and some lost limbs, while we only suffered minor skin injuries at most." Qiao Da Meng scratched his head. "I haven't made much money from hunting over the years, but it's still very profitable."

Mrs. Qiao looked at Old Man Qiao and said, "Old man, just tell me if our child is suitable for escorting."

When Old Man Qiao thought about the weird things he had been muttering these past two days, his face turned red with shame.

"It's suitable, a little bit. Although it went well this time, I still have to be careful next time."

Boss Qiao added, "Brother Yang gave us a booklet on martial arts training. It's full of pictures. We flipped through it and were able to understand it. We should practice more often. These bandits all know martial arts. Once we become proficient, it will come in handy when the enemy outnumbers us."

As he spoke, he took out a red cloth bag from his arms and placed it in front of the two elders.

"Dad and Mom, count for a minute."

Such a big bag must weigh several kilograms. Old man Qiao opened it with some trembling. The silver light that flashed out made his eyes widen and he became dizzy.

"Oh my God." Old Mrs. Qiao screamed and quickly started counting, counting again twice.

"Sixty-three taels."

"Yes, sixty-three taels. The cargo we're escorting this time is worth over twenty thousand taels. Calculating the ratio of cargo to distance, that's about it."

The income from escorting the goods is one hundredth of the value of the goods. If the distance exceeds one hundred miles, an additional fee will be added, which is one five hundredth of the value of the goods. The income from escorting 20,000 taels of goods is 200 plus 40, a total of 240 taels. They walked one-fourth of the distance, which comes out to 60 taels. The extra money is the fraction of the value of the extra goods.

"I never thought I could make so much money from escorting, and they all came back safe and sound," Old Man Qiao murmured, unable to help but bow to the shrine. "Thanks to our ancestors for blessing us! The Qiao family's ancestors were great."

"Ah, what am I talking about? The Qiao family's children are great."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"It's time for dinner." Mrs. Wan shouted from the kitchen.

The men were already starving, and they rushed out of the door and into the kitchen.

Old Mrs. Qiao thought about how these people must have been very hungry and consumed a lot of energy, which made them very uncomfortable. However, in order not to worry their families, they rushed back overnight, and she secretly wiped away a tear.

"Old woman, I'm happy now, why are you so emotional now?" Old man Qiao said puzzledly.

"What do you know? I carried these children for ten months and gave birth to them. Seeing them hungry makes me so heartbroken, and you're just busy counting money."

Old man Qiao was stunned for a moment: "Old woman, it seems that I was not counting the money just now."

The rice had been scooped out, and the men picked up the rice and shoveled it into their mouths in big mouthfuls.

The food on the table was consumed quickly.

Fortunately, there is enough food prepared for tonight.

After finishing their meal, the men thought that the food at home was still better. They also went to a restaurant last night. Brother Yang treated the guests. The dishes were rich and varied. They were delicious, but not as satisfying as at home.

"Mom, we have more than 200 taels of silver at home now. Should we build a house?" asked Qiao Lao San.

Everyone's eyes were burning with anticipation. Yes, so much money was enough to build a spacious yard.

But Old Mrs. Qiao shook her head.

Everyone was a little confused.

"Two hundred taels is enough to build a house, but it can only be of average quality. If we are going to build one, let's build one of good quality, within our qualifications. We should use the best bricks and tiles and build the most beautiful house in the village. With so many people in the family, our Qiao family is the last to build a house, so let's build the best one, one that is spacious, beautiful, and of high quality."

Everyone was silent for a moment, but their hearts felt brighter.

Who wouldn’t be excited when thinking of such a big yard?

They now have a way to escort goods, and they make three trips a month. A house like that would cost four or five hundred taels. Even if they are still short of three hundred taels, they can make six or seven more trips and it will take at most two months to prepare to build it.

"Okay, let's build a nice, large yard with good quality." Boss Qiao was the first to agree: "Living in a yard like that makes you feel different. It makes you feel like your whole life is worth it."

"I agree. Although we have to wait a while, good things take time, and the wait is not too long. A house is meant to be lived in forever. We live in it, and our descendants will live in it too. A good house can be used for decades more." said Qiao Laosan.

Everyone agreed.

Old Mrs. Qiao chose to bring it up at this time because now is the time.

Like the mushrooms mentioned above are gone, the best I can do is hard labor in the county town, or try my luck hunting in the mountains. With so much money missing, when will I be able to get it together?

But now I can make three escort trips a month, and each trip brings in dozens of taels of silver. The harvest each time may vary greatly, so it doesn't matter if I make two fewer trips or a few more.

Everyone's confidence in future life was once again established.

It was already very late at this time, and no sound could be heard in the village. The men of the Qiao family, who had been running around all day, and the women of the Qiao family, who had been waiting all day, went to their rooms to sleep. However, what Old Mrs. Qiao said kept everyone awake, and the couple secretly discussed the future construction of the house in bed.

"Old woman, is this something you've planned for a long time?" Old Man Qiao nudged Old Lady Qiao with his elbow.

"Yes, Jian'er told me that our family wanted to build the best house possible," said Mrs. Qiao. "I didn't tell anyone at the time because I was afraid they would feel psychological pressure."

"Well, you have to tell me anyway."

In the dark night, Old Lady Qiao rolled her eyes and said, "I dare not tell you. What if you say those depressing words again and curse the children so that they can't even earn enough money as escorts?"

Old man Qiao couldn't help but reflect secretly that his thinking seemed a little negative. This was a problem and needed to be changed. If it were another family, it would be fine, but the Qiao family was so capable and kind that they shouldn't be so negative in their arguments.

After getting up and having breakfast, they left Da Meng and Xiao Meng at home while the men went to the county town to find work.

Everyone felt that a house full of women and an old man would always arouse some people's suspicions, although the women in the Qiao family were also very strong.

When the villagers saw the men of the Qiao family, they knew they had returned safely and started asking about their income from escorting goods.

"It cost my life, so I got a little bit." The man from the Qiao family responded perfunctorily and refused to say more.

But seeing the proud look on the Qiao family men's faces, the villagers guessed that they must have made a lot of money from the trip.

They really couldn't earn this kind of money, and for a moment they felt envious and jealous.

He is very strong and good at fighting, he is really a treasure.

The news of the Qiao family's man's return had not yet reached the Song family's ears. At noon, the Song family members came, and Song Ruier came with them.

"What are you doing here?" Old Mrs. Qiao's face became long as she saw this family.

"Oh my, why does your mother-in-law have to act like she's on guard against thieves? Rui'er, tell your grandmother what we're here for."

Song Lao Er held the back of Song Ruier's head and pushed him forward.