Having come up with one method, they'd thought of another, filling some of the Tong Family with glee.
With happiness written across her face, Mrs. Zhang asked, "Is this all the soybeans we have left?"
Tong Erlang nodded, "Yes."
The half bag of soybeans was from last year, soybeans couldn't serve as staple food, so the family had always grown a minimal amount each year.
"Ah no, that won't do!" Mrs. Zhang exclaimed, smacking her thigh.
Zhu Hongyun also frowned. How many sprouts would they get from a half bag of soybeans?
They'd probably sell out in a day or two!
She looked at Tong Sanlang, "Sanlang, you often go to town to sell game, could you buy a few bags of soybeans while you're at it?"
The amount of game Tong Sanlang hunt varied, she had intentionally observed, that he consistently earned more than twenty taels from each sale.
Yet every time he only bought two acres of prime farmland, spending just twenty taels. Surely he must pocket the rest.
