Reborn as a Landlord-Chapter 152 - 75 Money-Making Ideas_2

Chapter 152: Chapter 75 Money-Making Ideas_2
"Perhaps we should let Huahua receive treatment at Xinde Hall," Lian Shouren suggested. He believed that it was best to send Lian Huahua to Xinde Hall. With the Song Family’s capital invested there, the future Lady of the house would surely receive even more meticulous care, and they could even save on the cost of treatment. "With the Song Family’s capital there, it’s like they’re our own kin. They will be more dedicated to Huahua."
Lian Huahua pursed her lips, seemingly unwilling.
"Because the Song Family’s capital is involved, we can’t go," said Lian Huahua. She didn’t want the Song Family to know she had been scalded. Even if she didn’t speak of it, she had no confidence in her heart that the burn would heal without leaving any scars.
Lady Gu clearly shared Lian Huahua’s sentiment.
"Why not have Jizu go to the county and say someone in our family has suffered a burn, and request Xinde Hall’s best doctor to come? We won’t say it’s Huahua; we could claim it’s Yaya or even Zhizhi... Any name will do, just not Huahua," Lady Gu suggested.
"When Xinde Hall’s doctor arrives to treat Huahua and goes back, won’t it be obvious it was our Huahua? The back and forth would waste too much time," Lian Shouren objected.
"We also need the right medicine; the county surely has a more complete selection than our town. If we lack some rare ingredient, we can always ask the Song Family for help," Lian Jizu remarked.
"That makes sense," said Lady Gu. "Huahua, what do you think of that?"
Lian Huahua bit her lip and did not speak.
"If you ask me, let’s just take you to the county first. When the time comes, mother will cover your head with a scarf, and if you don’t speak, who will guess who you are?" Lady Gu proposed.
Lian Huahua’s gaze flickered.
"If someone asks later, I’ll just say... that it’s your old aunt," Lady Gu whispered to Lian Huahua. She planned to have Lian Huahua pretend to be Lian Xiuxiu. Among the girls in the family, Lian Huahua was the oldest, and closest in age to her were Lian Zhizhi and Lian Xiuxiu. Lian Zhizhi was thin and frail, while Lian Xiuxiu, though only fourteen, was tall and only a little shorter than Lian Huahua. Using Lian Xiuxiu’s name would be the most believable and even if there was a confrontation later, the discrepancy wouldn’t be too great.
After pondering for a while, Lian Huahua nodded her head in agreement.
Lian Shouren then ed the plan to Old Master Lian and Lady Zhou. With neither raising objections, Lian Jizu went out and called a carriage.
"The medicine is ready," Lady Chiang brought over the medicine that had been prepared at that moment.
Lian Huahua had already applied the ointment left by Doctor Shi, and the pain in her leg had somewhat subsided; she was reluctant to take the medicine prepared according to Doctor Li’s prescription. She insisted on hurrying to the county, opting not to take the medicine for now.
Lian Shouren and Lady Gu hurriedly carried Lian Huahua onto the carriage and sped away.
Lian Manman breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly praising Wang Youheng’s clever arrangement. Whether or not Xinde Hall, with the Song Family’s capital, would satisfy Lian Huahua was not something others needed to worry about.
"Sister, Second Brother, Xiao Qi," Lian Huahua called over Lian Zhizhi, Wu Lang, and Xiao Qi. Lian Huahua’s situation had distracted her, and she had almost forgotten about important matters. "I have an idea to make money."
"What idea?" Hearing that Lian Manman had come up with another money-making idea, the children were excited.
"We can sell boiled peanuts," said Lian Manman.
This idea still came about because of Lady He; it was only after her suggestion that Manman thought of it. They harvested a sack full of peanuts, totaling around seventy to eighty pounds. The freshly-harvested peanuts still contained plenty of moisture, so Manman decided to cook some, using a garlic and peanut recipe she was most familiar with from her previous life.
That day, she gave some to Lady He, who couldn’t stop praising them and even wanted more. Lady He had a particular fondness for snacks, always buying them from various shops in town, and had quite the discerning palate. Manman could tell that Lady He genuinely enjoyed the peanuts more than those sold in town; it wasn’t just to take advantage of a free treat.
She had looked around those shops and knew that the peanuts there were all stir-fried in large pans, which easily led to excessive internal heat if consumed in large quantities, and left one’s hands and mouth begrimed with blackness. Boiled peanuts, on the other hand, were simply salty and damp, leaving one’s hands wet after eating them. None were as tasty as the peanuts she made, which were clean, crunchy, and dry to eat.
"We could just make more of those garlic peanuts we eat and sell them in town," Manman continued.
"Can this really make money?" Zhizhi asked.
"I’ve done the math, it can make money."
Manman then started to work out the calculations, counting with her fingers. After the peanuts were dried, selling them unshelled could fetch twelve Wen Money per pound. Shelled peanuts, on the other hand, would be even more expensive. The cheapest cooked peanuts in town were also priced at twelve Wen Money per pound, while the most expensive stir-fried peanuts went for eighteen Wen Money per pound.
"None of theirs taste as good as ours, so we’ll sell ours for twenty Wen Money per pound, and we can make a profit of eight Wen Money per pound," Manman declared.
"So ten pounds would make us eighty Wen Money, and a hundred pounds would yield six hundred Wen Money?" Wu Lang said.
"The peanuts we harvested ourselves mean we’ve saved even on the initial cost, so we can make twenty Wen Money per pound, and we still have about seventy pounds left, which could sell for more than one tael of silver," Wu Lang said.
"Let’s start by selling the peanuts we harvested ourselves, and if that goes well, we can buy raw peanuts to continue selling," Manman said.
"For the first time, let’s make thirty pounds," Manman said, "ten pounds for Brother Youheng to enjoy, and we’ll try selling the remaining twenty pounds. The day after tomorrow is the market day in town, and if we start now, we’ll be right on time."
"Right."
After discussing for a while, the children measured out thirty pounds of peanuts to begin with, picking out any that were bad or shriveled, leaving only the plump kernels. Manman and Wu Lang took a large wooden basin, filled it with water, and dumped the peanuts into it. They all rolled up their sleeves high and began washing the peanuts, ensuring that all the dirt and impurities on the outer shells were scrubbed off.
They changed the water three times before the peanuts were finally clean.
Then came the crucial step: soaking the peanuts in seasoning to flavor them.
Just as Manman was going to fetch the seasonings, Lady Chiang came rushing in from outside, clearly flustered.
"It’s not good, your uncle and auntie..."
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