Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 110.1

It was an old tradition in the village that if there were descendants at home, they should take time to visit the ancestral tombs before the Qingming Festival.

But for the grandchildren, this was optional; they would accompany Grandfather Song Youde.

The Song family tomb was on the piece of wasteland allocated to the Eldest Uncle.

It was a bit far away; they had to bypass the back mountain and then walk another ten or twenty minutes.

There was no choice, as that piece of land had been allocated to them at the time.

Although it was a bit distant, as the eldest son, Eldest Uncle had been given fifty acres of both mountain and farmland, much more than what Song Tan’s family had.

Nowadays, it was all tea fields and wasteland, left untended.

However, Song Sancheng was satisfied—traditionally, the eldest son received the lion’s share of the family assets, so he had no complaints. His own home was closer and more convenient!

He spoke with a hint of regret, “If only we had known earlier, we could have gone to the field tomorrow to cut some vetch for your Eldest Uncle and Eldest Aunt to take back.”

Now that they were plowing the field, all the vetch would be buried in the soil tomorrow.

Song Tan smiled, thinking to herself, “What an unfortunate coincidence!”

She didn’t say much and just reminded him, “Dad, we can’t give away any tea or honey. We still owe money for them.”

At these words, Song Sancheng felt the pressure immediately.

“Of course not, it’s so expensive, I can’t even bear to drink it myself.”

Song Tan added, “And tomorrow, make sure they don’t drink this year’s good tea, or if Eldest Uncle says it tastes good, are you going to tell him the price or not?”

If you tell them, they might not believe you, or they might think you’re flaunting wealth.

If you don’t, it would be awkward to hesitate, as if you were too stingy to share your own tea!

The same went for honey.

While Song Sancheng was honest, he wasn’t foolish. He wore a conflicted expression now, “Really? No tea at all? I was thinking…”

What could he be thinking? He was just a man who liked to show off a bit!

Now that he understood, he could only sigh again, “Why did they have to come back right when the vetch is gone? They usually return by the end of March!”

Why? Because Eldest Aunt Mao Li was sulking with her daughter-in-law, Sun Yanyan!

Ever since her last argument with Song Tan at the vegetable market, Eldest Aunt had been getting angrier the more she thought about it. She went back and told Sun Yanyan about the twenty yuan per pound price of the vetch.

Sun Yanyan was initially skeptical.

But that evening, when Song Ziyi was crying and screaming for the vegetables sent by Brother Qiao Qiao, she reconsidered:

“Mom, I think Uncle’s vegetables this year might really be at that price!”

“Think about it, what kind of vegetable tastes this good? Now people are willing to spend!”

But if it was twenty yuan a pound, and the vetch was growing wild in the fields, costing nothing to plant, wouldn’t they be making a fortune?

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law made an appointment to go to the vegetable market early in the morning, waiting until almost noon before they saw that beat-up pickup truck stop by the roadside.

Within half an hour, all the vegetables were gone, with many customers buying ten or twenty pounds as if money was no object.

They counted while standing there, and within that short half-hour, over a hundred pounds had been sold!

In just that time, they made two to three thousand yuan—it was like making money as easily as cutting grass!

Neither said a word.

When they got home, they muttered, “No wonder Tan Tan was so bold last time; it turns out their family has struck it rich.”

“… Acting all secretive while making money, treating our goodwill like garbage…”

Eldest Uncle listened to them mumbling about the bustling market scene and couldn’t quite believe it either:

“Really, twenty yuan a pound? I thought Qiao Qiao was just babbling nonsense.”