Buying an Iron Pot

The next day, because she had to collect the money, Jian Qingqing went with her father.

They went straight to Yunlai Restaurant. The manager was already waiting there.

Seeing her, the manager took a step forward. "Miss Qingqing, Jian Dalang."

"How are you, Manager Lin?"

Manager Lin stroked his beard and smiled. "The Boss has agreed to your request. I have already prepared the money."

"Really?"Jian Qingqing was still very happy when the dust settled.

"We will discuss the details when we go in. Miss Qingqing, after you."

Jian Qingqing was about to pull Jian Dalang in when Jian Dalang waved his hand repeatedly. "No need, no need. You can go in alone. I will wait for you here."

Jian Qingqing did not force him. She went in alone with Manager Lin.

Manager Lin wrote a letter. Jian Qingqing took a look at it.

Okay. She could not understand it.

The characters in this dynasty were completely different from traditional characters. It seemed that she still had to learn them.

Jian Qingqing sighed. When would she ever be free?

Manager Lin read it to her. It was regarding how she would sell the formula to the restaurant, and how much would she sell it for. It was similar to a modern contract.

Jian Qingqing listened, and there was no problem, so she drew a line and read the formula to Manager Lin. He wrote down the formula and the entire transaction process was completed in less than 15 minutes. Jian Qingqing carried the silver out, and she found that a small box of silver was still quite heavy.

Father Jian took the silver. Although he had heard his daughter say it last night, it still felt light and unreal when he really got the money.

"Daughter, is this really ours?"

Jian Qingqing took out an ingot and gave it to him. "Does it feel real to the touch?"

Jian Dalang immediately hid the silver and laughed. "Daughter, you're really amazing!"

Jian Dalang now completely believed in Jian Qingqing. He would do whatever Jian Qingqing asked him to do and there would be no more doubts. He felt that his daughter was the most amazing. She could earn money and cook food.

"Alright, Father, go wait at Uncle Ox's place first. I'll go buy a pot first."

Jian Qingqing took out two silver ingots from the box and walked to the iron shop. Manager Lin gave her ten silver ingots. 

After buying the iron pot that she yearned for, Jian Qingqing prepared to go and see how the workers were selected. When she went there, she did not see Ma Jiacai. There were very few people.

Only then did Jian Qingqing realize that they must have gone to the mountains to look for food.

The previous county magistrate of Shifeng County had completely ignored the refugees. He did not care if they were not settled or organized, as long as they did not cause trouble.

Therefore, in order to survive, these refugees had no choice but to go up the mountains to look for food, and then return to the county to live in some dilapidated houses.

The county magistrate of Shifeng County did not allow the people to develop the wastelands. Otherwise, the refugees could still find a way to survive.

Jian Qingqing guessed that the nobles did not want the common people to live well. If they were allowed to open up and develop the wastelands, then no one would rent the land of those landlords and noble families. To put it bluntly, it was to protect their own interests.

She did not know if Great Wei had such a rule. In her opinion, if there were nobles everywhere oppressing the common people, then the country would not be far from destruction. Therefore, she had to earn a lot of money. Even if war broke out one day, they would be able to protect themselves.

She hoped that the new county magistrate would be better. She hoped that the Emperor of Great Wei was not a muddle-headed person. She hoped that there would not be war.

Back home, Jian Qingqing took out a lard cooking pot. The platform for the stove was temporarily built by Jian Dalang and Old Man Jian yesterday. It was built in the courtyard. After the house was built, they would build a better stove.