Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 312: Mo Wu’s River Plunge and Xiao Ruiyuan’s Search (7)_1

Xin Er was also terribly frightened after the fact. If something truly had happened to their aunt, her cousins would have been pitiable. That wretched old hag would certainly have come to cause trouble for sister, thank goodness—thank goodness! ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Right, aren’t Old Man Mo and Mo Yongfu dealing with this matter?" Mo Yan wondered. No matter how foolish those two were, they wouldn’t allow Mrs. Hong to strip their daughter-in-law’s clothes off.

Xin Er pouted, "Mo Yongfu and Mo Yonglu went into the city to find work, and they don’t know about it yet! Old Man Mo also wasn’t at home, coincidentally—he’s gone somewhere, and who else could stop that madwoman?"

Mo Yan furrowed her brows; she was afraid this problem was far from over. She wanted to go see Mo Wu, but on such a critical juncture, who knows what horrible things Mrs. Hong might say. It was better to wait a while longer!

That night, when Lizhong and his grandson came back, they learned that the business had declined significantly compared to the previous days, which didn’t surprise Mo Yan. After all, their prices were twenty percent higher than other shops, and they’d just opened the store—if sales had remained as good, she would have found it strange.

"We actually sold close to eight taels of silver; it’s really not bad. I thought if we made three or four taels, it would already be pretty good!"

After dinner, when they settled the accounts, they had actually sold seven to eight taels of silver, which astonished Mo Yan.

But Lizhong was unsatisfied, "It’s much worse compared to the first three days. If it continues like this, we won’t earn much in a month."

Mo Yan looked at the ledger with the quantity of grain sold, and said with a smile, "Grandfather Li, you’re being too anxious! There are plenty of wealthy people in Eastern Market. Once our Mo’s Fragrant Rice makes a name for itself, there will be no shortage of customers. Just wait and see, Grandfather Li."

Lizhong felt a little embarrassed; he wanted the store to do well and didn’t want to disappoint Mo Yan—he was indeed too hasty. Businesses like grain stores must be nurtured slowly over time.

Seeing that he had relented, Mo Yan also mentioned the matter of asking Wang Fat and Tie Tou to help out at the store and briefly brought up the incident where Mo Wu nearly jumped into the river.

"With this kind of incident, I don’t know if my cousin will go tomorrow. If he doesn’t, Grandfather Li, you take Wang Fat with you first to get him acquainted with the place."

After hearing the whole story, Lizhong repeatedly remarked, ’that was close,’ and knowing that Mo Yan wanted to help her aunt, he said, "The store’s business can be handled by two people for now. It’s alright if Tie Tou doesn’t go for the time being!"

Mo Yan smiled and said, "If it gets too busy, just tell me. We can hire someone else. It’s just a matter of paying another salary, which really isn’t much."

Lizhong agreed.

The incident they were concerned about didn’t occur. The next day when Lizhong opened the courtyard door, Tie Tou was squatting in the corner of the wall. It was unclear how long he had been standing there; his face was blue from the cold, obviously having been there for a substantial amount of time.

Upon learning he was Tie Tou, Lizhong quickly pulled him inside, "Silly boy, why didn’t you knock on the door? What if you had frozen solid?"

Tie Tou sniffled, giving a simple, goofy smile, without saying a word.

Lizhong, having been told about his temperament by Mo Yan, didn’t find it strange. He pulled him into the kitchen and let him sit in front of the stove to warm up first.

Seeing his thin clothing, with patches on the outer layer, Lizhong thought for a moment, went back to his room, and fetched a new cotton-padded jacket and overcoat he had not yet worn, handing them to him.

"These are both new. If you don’t mind the old-fashioned style, make do with them for now."

Tie Tou, upon seeing them, hurriedly stood up and tried to push them back, muttering awkwardly, "I—I can’t take these." They were all brand new; how could he possibly take them!

"If I give them to you, you wear them. If you’re going to fuss, just stuff them into the stove and burn them," Lizhong said, feigning impatience. He turned and walked away, closing the kitchen door behind him as he left.