Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 231 - Father Mo’s Plans Foiled As He Tries To Advance His Studies (6)_1

Chapter 231: Chapter 231 - Father Mo’s Plans Foiled As He Tries To Advance His Studies (6)_1

Generally, by the second year, fruit trees would begin to blossom, but rarely bear fruit, and even if they did, the fruit was not desirable. Although water from the Spirit Spring could yield excellent fruit, a tree bearing fruit too early, before it was fully grown, could negatively impact its growth and development.

"Okay, then it’s settled!" Liu Tinglan said with a beaming smile.

The two of them strolled around for a bit and then headed over to Aunt Tong’s house to inquire about the condition of the fruit seedlings.

Uncle Tong was sitting inside weaving bamboo baskets. Seeing the Little Boss, he hurriedly tried to stand up.

"Uncle Tong, please remain seated. We’re practically family; no need for such formalities."

Mo Yan quickly intervened, knowing that Uncle Tong’s health wasn’t great and that his legs didn’t have much strength. Standing up too suddenly could easily lead to a fall.

Uncle Tong, aware of his condition, didn’t insist and simply invited Mo Yan and her companion to sit anywhere they liked.

Mo Yan sat on a small stool and didn’t see Aunt Tong or Xiao Qing, so she asked, "Where are Aunt Tong and Xiao Qing?"

Uncle Tong continued weaving his bamboo basket and replied without looking up, "The other orchard had some weeds growing, so the mother and son went to clear them."

Mo Yan nodded, "Are there many weeds? If Aunt Tong is too busy, I’ll find someone to help out. Xiao Qing is still young; don’t wear him out."

These past few days had been busy at home, and she hadn’t had time to check on the other mountain.

Uncle Tong smiled gratefully at her, "Not too many, just a few clumps that have grown since the rain a few days ago. The two of them can manage it."

Hearing this, Mo Yan said no more. Noticing the basket Uncle Tong was making was particularly fine and sturdy, her curiosity piqued, she asked, "Uncle Tong, how much can you sell one of these baskets for?"

"One can go for around four or five Big Money," said Uncle Tong, looking exceptionally content.

Liu Tinglan followed up with another question, "Then how many can you weave in a day?"

Uncle Tong, who didn’t recognize Liu Tinglan and noting her extraordinary attire, replied somewhat timidly, "Miss, I can weave two a day."

Liu Tinglan did some quick calculations and realized that after a whole day’s work, he only earned Ten Wen Money. In a month, that amounted to two or three hundred wen, which wasn’t even enough to buy a box of her perfume balm.

"Why don’t you sell such fine baskets for a higher price?" she asked.

Uncle Tong’s eyes widened in surprise, "Getting four or five Wen Money for one is already quite good. Any more expensive, and no one would buy them."

Every peasant household knows how to weave a basket. Those who buy baskets are usually merchants who need them to carry goods. It’s common for peasants to weave baskets for sale in their spare time, and because so many people do it, they’re not worth much. Uncle Tong’s baskets sold for four or five Wen Money because they were durable and well-made.

Liu Tinglan was unaware of this and only thought it must be hard for Uncle Tong to earn some Silver. Considering she spent no less than Ten Taels a month on clothes and jewelry, and even though her father earned a substantial monthly salary and their family businesses brought in some income, now it seemed quite extravagant to her.

After a short while, Aunt Tong returned, hoe over her shoulder, accompanied by her grandson Xiao Qing.

Mo Yan asked about the fruit seedlings, and Aunt Tong gave a detailed report. It was now August, not the peak season for pests on the seedlings. Regular weeding and watering were sufficient.

Having learned the habits of various fruit seedlings, Aunt Tong laid out everything clearly to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan nodded in satisfaction, inwardly pleased to have found someone as capable as Aunt Tong, which saved her a lot of trouble.

Leaving Aunt Tong’s house, it was nearing evening. On the way down the mountain, they chanced upon Little Flower returning from the mountain.

Little Flower was bad-tempered, and with many people at home today, including children who might not know better and provoke it, resulting in someone getting hurt, Mo Yan had driven it into the mountains early in the morning.

Upon seeing Mo Yan, Little Flower hurried over and, opening its large mouth, surprisingly spat out a fluffy bundle.

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