As soon as the Mu family left, the Gu family fell into deathly silence.
Goddess Gu and Old Man Gu exchanged glances with each other. You pushed me and I pushed you, forcing the other to come forward and talk to Gu Fenglin.
Gu Fenglin sat quietly at the table, brewed a pot of tea, and drank it himself. There was no unnecessary expression on his cold jade-like face.
Old Man Gu couldn't help being pinched by his old wife, so he had no choice but to step forward, pretending to be angry: "You really don't know how to appreciate it! It's her blessing that the young master fell in love with her in her lifetime! How dare she be picky and say
Why don’t you get married in this life!”
Balabala talked for a long time, but still didn't see any reaction from Gu Fenglin, so she couldn't help but panic: "Young Master?"
Isn't the young master angry? After all, this is the first time he has been attracted to a woman since he was so old.
Goddess Gu was also panicked: "Sir, don't be angry. That damn girl is ignorant. Drive her out and make her suffer. She will definitely change her mind..."
"Bah!" Gu Fenglin slammed the jade cup in his hand onto the table, making the two of them jump and become nervous.
"It's too urgent!" Gu Fenglin said without thinking, rubbed his brows, and said, "Don't mention this matter again in the future."
Goddess Gu and Old Man Gu looked at each other, relieved: "Okay, okay..."
Aren't they worried about the young master? Such a good girl, who is smart, capable, kind-hearted, and considerate of others, will definitely be targeted by many people!
But since the young master is not in a hurry, he has his own considerations, and he just needs to be obedient.
Mu Yunhan washed herself up and hurried to the baking room. Mu An stopped her and said, "Sister, I'll just keep watch. You've been tired for many days. Let me do this little thing so that the mushrooms won't dry out."
I can't even tell the difference."
Mu Yunhan thought about it and let him go. He fell down on the bed and took the time to rest.
While she was sleeping hazily, she felt like mosquitoes were "buzzing" around her face. She was so sleepy that she waved her hands randomly a few times, turned over and fell asleep again.
When I woke up, it was already dawn, and I was busy getting dressed and going out. Mrs. Mu Er and Mu An were talking quietly in the yard. When she saw her, she smiled: "The mushrooms have been dried. We checked the scale and found that there are sixty kilograms of dried mushrooms."
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Generally speaking, it takes ten kilograms of fresh mushrooms to produce one kilogram of dried mushrooms. The quality of the mushrooms grown by Mu Yunhan is very good, and one kilogram of dried mushrooms can be produced in less than eight kilograms, which is considered a good harvest.
Things are rare and expensive, and the mushrooms on the market are all wild mountain products. Not only are they small in quantity, but their quality varies.
The best quality goods can be sold for one tael of silver per catty, and five taels of silver is enough for a family of three in Shoushan Town to live for a year.
In other words, these sixty kilograms of mushrooms can be sold for sixty taels of silver.
The key point is that this thing is not medicine. From princes and nobles to ordinary people, everyone likes to take it. It has a wide market.
Moreover, the mushrooms in the mushroom house are still growing continuously, and they can harvest another crop tomorrow. According to this growth rate, within a month, conservatively calculated, a net profit of 600 taels can be made.
When the scale is expanded, the fungus, white fungus, and Ganoderma lucidum can be planted, not to mention 600 taels of silver, 6,000 taels of silver, and 60,000 taels of silver.
"That's great..." Mu Yunhan grinned from ear to ear with joy.
The whole family had fun for a while and then got busy doing things.
Mu Yunhan happily picked two herbs, pounded the concoction and applied it on it, then rushed to Gu's house with a smile on his face that was scorched.
I took two deep breaths and opened the door as if nothing had happened, planning to shamelessly pretend that it didn't happen. (To be continued)