Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11852

A few more days passed.

After leaving Changping Village, Wu Laoliu went to Lijia Village, Zhengjia Village, and Yujia Village to set up camp and purchase local crops such as broad beans, peanuts, mung beans, and red beans.

Every household sold their produce to Wu Laoliu. Even Wang Cuilian sorted out what she had grown, called Ping An, and carried it over to sell. In the end, she earned more than four hundred coins.

This made Wang Cuilian very happy; she couldn't stop smiling the whole way. It's said that she had Ping An help her count the money while she was counting it herself.

After returning home, he called Luo the blacksmith to sit with him at the eight-immortal table in the main room and count...

"Look how happy you are. If someone who didn't know you saw you like this, they would think you were some poor old lady whose children didn't care whether you lived or died or what. A few hundred coins, and you're this happy."

Luo the blacksmith was also very happy. After counting the money, he sat there drinking tea, admiring Wang Cuilian's smile, and not forgetting to tease her.

In the past, Wang Cuilian would definitely have rolled her eyes at Luo the blacksmith first, and then 'retorted' back.

This time, however, Wang Cuilian did not retort to Luo the blacksmith. Instead, she suppressed her smile, sighed, and confided her true feelings to Luo the blacksmith.

"You clumsy old man, what do you know?"

"Outsiders won't think that way. Look at me all these years, I've been raised so well by my children that I'm chubby and healthy. I was never really fat in the first half of my life, but now I look like a pupa. People can tell at a glance that it's because my son is filial and successful!"

Luo the blacksmith nodded with a smile: "What you say makes some sense. The truly poor old men and women are already emaciated and pale, like a broom."

“You’re right, go on!” Luo the blacksmith gestured to her again.

Wang Cuilian nodded and continued, "Well, no matter how filial our children are, they never skimp on our money; it's their way of showing their love." "But we ourselves can't just lie here waiting for our children to feed us, even though we're not old enough to have all our limbs intact and don't have any serious illnesses that prevent us from getting up."

“Let’s take advantage of the fact that we can still move around and earn a little bit. You’ve already made a lot of money from the fishpond before, but now that you’re not feeling well and can’t keep the fishpond running, it’s my turn to step in.”

“The things I grow may not be worth much money, but with the few hundred coins we earn ourselves, we can give the children red envelopes during holidays and birthdays. We won’t have to ask Qing’er for everything, right?”

Luo the blacksmith wholeheartedly agreed with Wang Cuilian's words, "The same quilt shouldn't be used for two different people, we old folks are on the same page!"

"Next year, I'll plant those things with you, and we'll make more money selling them."

"My body is too weak; tending to the fishpond in the dampness will make me cough. But if you let me help you with peanuts and mung beans, that's no problem at all!"

Wang Cuilian said, "It's good, but who knows if it will still sell for this price next year? It might even drop in price."

Luo the blacksmith said, "I'm not worried about the price drop. We'll just grow more. Even if the price drops further, there'll be a price floor. We can still make a few cents and help the kids out."

As the saying goes, money is only truly secure and under your own control when it's in your own pocket.

In old age, the sense of security comes half from the filial piety of one's children and the other half from one's own finances—that's the truth.

It was precisely because they knew this truth that Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, despite feeling sorry for their children who had worked hard for most of their lives, wanted them to enjoy their retirement at home...

But in the end, they compromised. If they really didn't let them do anything, they would get sick from being cooped up, which would only make things worse.