Warm Life

"How is it?" Sun Ye Xuan stuffed a piece into Sun Lingzi's mouth.

Sun Lingliang's smile froze on his face. He closed his eyes and chewed slowly, an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Sun Lingyu had been busy for a long time and still hadn't tasted it. Just the smell of it was extremely fragrant. He looked at Sun Lingzi eagerly and said, "Big brother, how is it?"

"Mm …" Sun Lingping slowly opened his eyes and lightly said, "There is no better dried meat in the world."

Sun Lingyu's eyes widened as she hurriedly stuffed a piece into her mouth. As he ate, he talked about how delicious it was. Soon, more than ten pieces of dried meat entered his stomach.

"Second brother, don't eat anymore. Those are all silver taels." Sun Linghuan snatched a handful of dried meat from Sun Lingyu's hands.

Sun Lingyu saw that the two youngest siblings only had one piece to eat. Their eyes were clearly filled with yearning, but in order to sell their money, they forcefully endured the urge to continue eating. In an instant, their faces turned red from embarrassment.

Sun Ye Xuan felt her heart ache. Each of them held a handful in their hands. She also grabbed a handful and said, "Let's have a taste first."

Listening to Sun Ye Xuan's words, they really wanted to eat it too much, so they stuffed it into their mouths. However, they were too reluctant to eat it. The small pieces were divided into ten or so bites, and their expressions were particularly enjoyable.

Sun Yuanjie and Sun Meng came back from the fields and smelled the spicy smell from afar. Their already hungry stomachs started to make a ruckus.

"Isn't the Sun family so poor that they can't even open a pot? Why did he smell the scent of meat? This smell was really fragrant! "How did you cook it?" There were more than a dozen men, women, and children standing at the door. There were even a few children who wanted to go in and eat. If it wasn't for the Sun family's remote location, the other villagers would have already smelled the scent of the village from afar.

When Sun Yuanjie and Sun Meng came back, they saw them discussing their family's matters in whispers, and they blocked the door to their home.

"What are you doing here?" Sun Yuanjie coldly said, "Our family is poor, and we didn't let you think about anything. Did we come to the wrong place?"

Sun Yuanjie was initially courteous to these villagers and used to bring them to hunt in the mountains. However, ever since his hands were crippled, he could clearly see their faces and was too lazy to care about them anymore. Other than a few villagers who still had a conscience, he did not have any good feelings towards these villains who would destroy the bridge after crossing the river.

The woman originally wanted to beat around the bush, but when she heard Sun Yuanjie's rude words, looking at their poor and pitiful appearance, she was too lazy to throw her face away. They all let out cold harrumphs as they dispersed one by one to return home.

Sun Meng and Sun Yuanjie entered the courtyard. Sun Meng ran into the house and saw a few kids surrounding a wooden basin. Inside the bowl, there was a big pot of red minced meat.

"Father, mother, you two are back." Sun Linghuan threw herself into Sun Yuanjie's arms and stuffed a small piece of meat into his mouth.

Sun Yuanjie was ambushed by him. Just as he wanted to say something, he was immediately distracted by something in his mouth. He chewed faster and faster, and his face was full of surprise and joy. After swallowing it, he said happily: "It's too delicious! This is the jerky you guys made? "Xuanxuan, you're not wrong. Such delicious jerky is for sale, our family is really going to have a good life."

When the Sun family heard Sun Yuanjie say this, they were extremely curious. At this time, Sun Ye Shi also fed a piece into her mouth.

After Sun Meng ate it, her expression became very excited. She put down the sickle in her hand, looked at the contents of the wooden basin, and asked Sun Ye Xuan: "Xuanxuan, how are you planning to sell it?"

"Let me calculate. This place should be able to produce 200 jin of dried meat." We owe Ouyang Yifan eight taels of silver for forty taels of meat. Adding the spice money, firewood and manpower money, our cost is 10 taels of silver. "Here's two hundred catties of dried meat. We can sell it for half a silver coin per catty, and at the same time, sell it for a hundred silver taels."