From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!

Chapter 861: Chapter 857: Choosing Between Two Options (Part 2)

In Mu Shuangshuang’s dictionary, money is best spent when earned by oneself, so as not to be subject to others.

The third branch can be independent now, unafraid of the scholar uncle, simply because their money is not in Old Mrs. Mu’s hands.

They can use money whenever needed, no longer like in the past when the whole family lacked even a warm cotton coat.

Not to mention furniture, aside from a broken wooden cabinet with a missing leg and a wooden table picked from a garbage heap, there’s nothing else.

The third branch had been poor once, although they’re still poor now, at least they don’t have to worry about their next meal.

Nor do they have to be berated by Old Mrs. Mu from dawn till dusk over a single coin, relentless.

The fourth branch hasn’t divided the family yet simply because they own nothing.

No fields, no land, no house. Anyone leaving the Old Mu Family ends up with nothing.

Mu Dajiang nodded repeatedly and asked, ”Shuangshuang, what... do you think I should do? Should I continue to make puffed rice, or work the fields for others?”

Mu Dajiang had made up his mind; he won’t work in the fields anymore from now on.

He’ll find work on his own; as for his parents, he’ll just hand over some Silver each month.

Once he saves enough money, he’ll immediately separate from the family, not even needing Old Mu Family’s house.

”Do them all! In spring, there’s a lot of work in the fields; you can work for others, but not in our village, lest grandparents have opinions. This way, you can earn some wages each day.

As for now, as I see it, fourth uncle shouldn’t wait any longer and should push a cart to fry puffed rice from village to village. Seize the time before the year-end to pocket some money.

I’ll provide the rice for frying puffed rice, and I’ll teach you how to make popcorn, which you can sell on your own.”

Mu Shuangshuang is no longer cooperating with the tea houses in town to deliver popcorn, although they approached her seeking continued collaboration, even willing to send people to pick it up.

But Mu Shuangshuang refused.

She plans to open a restaurant herself; when the time comes, inviting storytellers or something will make that popcorn very useful.

”Alright! I’ll listen to Shuangshuang,” Mu Dajiang said.

The responsibility of this matter for the fourth branch wasn’t pursued anymore, but if it occurs again, even if unintentional, she won’t forgive it, a thought Mu Shuangshuang didn’t forget to convey to Mu Dajiang.

Mu Dajiang nodded repeatedly, in his heart, already blacklisting the main branch, deciding to never trust what they say again.

As for how Mu Dade intends to resolve this matter, Mu Shuangshuang doesn’t care.

She kept the fourth branch for a good dinner, and also called Mu Dalang and Huang Bita over.

Recently, Mu Dalang has been helping the third branch build the academy while also inquiring who sells piglets.

He plans to buy piglets and take on the entire pig farming business in Er Gui Village.

After dinner, the fourth branch returned to tidy up the leftovers from the Old Mu Family.

Mu Dalang pulled Mu Shuangshuang and Lu Yuanfeng aside to seek their opinions.

Mu Dalang briefly shared his plan with Mu Shuangshuang, hoping the two could offer some help.

”Fengzi, you’re the most skilled hunter in the village; do you think I should catch piglets outside or buy prey from hunters?”

Mu Dalang knows that Lu Yuanfeng often catches wild pigs, rabbits, and the like.

Lu Yuanfeng thought for a moment and said, ”It’s better to buy piglets from butchers! Wild animals from the mountains are difficult to tame; raising a few is fine, but any more, and problems will surely arise.

By the way, hasn’t Wang Erma still not come out? His piglets and sows probably haven’t been sold; do you want to buy from him?”

”What? No way, why should I buy pigs from that wicked Wang Erma?” Mu Dalang was astonished.

After Wang Erma was imprisoned, Old Wang Family lost someone to slaughter pigs.

Wang Gousheng, being lazy and gluttonous, wouldn’t even slaughter pigs and bleed them when his father was around.

Since his father went to jail, living off prison meals, he knows nothing.

Lately, he’s been selling off his big fat pigs at a loss.

The breeding pigs have been bought by butchers from other villages, leaving just three old sows and a heap of piglets.

Villagers aren’t interested in sows, not only are they tough to eat but having produced so many piglets, the pork would certainly be tough.

Mu Dalang considered checking it out but halted at the thought of why Wang Erma ended up in jail.

”Shuangshuang, what’s your opinion?” Mu Dalang asked Mu Shuangshuang again.

”Consider the money! Whichever way saves money, do it that way, regardless of whether it’s Wang Erma’s pigs.

Currently, we don’t have any funds; even talking about a large scale purchase of many pigs is impossible.”

At this moment, the money for renovating Mu Shuangshuang’s restaurant hasn’t been gathered.

And she can’t fork out more money for Mu Dalang either.

The price of a sow isn’t cheap, and such high-yield sows are practically equivalent to an acre of fertile land.

If Mu Dalang were to buy from other homes, he could only manage to buy one sow with the money he has.

Thinking about piglets is unrealistic, since there’s no money to buy them.

”I only have three taels of Silver, these three taels were originally invested by Shuangshuang, adding up to four taels with mine; we intended to buy ten dairy sheep.

Later, we spent eight hundred wen to buy two goats for Bita’s family. Initially, I thought with three taels, we could buy seven or eight sheep, but now it seems if I wish to start a pig slaughter business, I’ll have to put the sheep farming on hold.”

If Mu Dalang had to choose, he’d pick slaughtering and raising pigs of course.

Since Wang Erma isn’t around, the pork business is stranded, money is sure to be made.

”Should I discuss it with Gousheng’s mother tomorrow?” Mu Dalang said, though he felt it might be tricky.

”Will Gousheng’s mother agree to sell the pigs to me? After all, it’s because her husband injured my father that he was caught, she must resent the Old Mu Family, so....”

Mu Dalang’s concern isn’t unfounded.

”Well, then have Gousheng’s mother lower the price. Tell her you’re willing to help Old Wang Family, allowing people in the county to release Wang Erma sooner.

Also, when Wang Erma is released, their whole family should relocate and never appear in Er Gui Village again.”

”Release Wang Erma? How is that possible? We have no connections in the county,” Mu Dalang said.

”Who said we don’t.” Mu Shuangshuang smiled.

Wang Erma injuring Mu Dazhong actually didn’t necessitate imprisonment in the county.

It was just because Mu Dazhong is Mu Dade’s brother, and Mu Dade is a scholar; the village head feared offending a scholar, fearing difficulties for their future, leading villagers to send Wang Erma to the county.

Moreover, Wang Erma’s issue should only have landed him a few days in custody.

Nothing like now, so long without a word.

The only possibility is that this matter was influenced by Mu Dade’s sweetheart, Ruan Xiao Jiao, whispering in his ear.

To untie the bell, the person who tied it is needed; to release Wang Erma, seeking help from Mu Dade and Ruan Xiao Jiao is necessary.