"Making a tael of silver a day? Who are you trying to fool?" Zheng Shi said dismissively.
Her family's three men made a trip for goods once a month, and only earned around ten-plus taels silver. If they did that three to five times a year, their household would be quite wealthy.
If Tan Zhenghong could make a tael a day, wouldn't he become a big landlord?
Widow Xu rolled her eyes, "Would I lie to you? Just take pig offal, for instance, how much does it cost to buy? He sells it for eight wen money a pound, and selling four sets of pig intestines a day, how could the business not be profitable?"
Zheng Shi, being a shrewd person, did the math in her head, and wasn't it just so?
A set of cooked pig offal would weigh about seven or eight pounds, which meant just from pig offal alone, one could make a net profit of two hundred wen money!
Plus, with other things added, maybe it really did amount to a tael of silver!
