CHAPTER 140: CHAPTER 140: WHY DON’T YOU GO ASK?

Every day he talked about the factory’s affairs, wasn’t that a chance to see her every day?

Pei Yicheng’s eyes brightened, then he said, "Still, let’s make it once a month. You also need to attend school. I’ve heard that you are doing very well academically; your studies are important too."

She was in her senior year and had repeated a year. The pressure must have been enormous.

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Shuangzhu Village.

Today, Ji Ying still had to gather chili peppers, both wet and dry ones. The Yao Family, Cai Family, and Xu Family were also the first to know about it.

Wet chilis were three Chinese cents per 10 grams, but dry chili peppers were two yuan per kilogram.

Wet chili peppers could be sold immediately after being picked, but dry chili peppers had to be sun-dried. Moreover, dry chilis weren’t weighed with a scale, there was a lot in one kilogram.

Generally speaking, five or six kilograms of wet chili peppers could be dried into one kilogram. Hence, there was a significant price difference.

The Yao Family, Cai Family, and Xu Family informed their close friends or relatives. Thus, those who got the news rushed to Ji Ying’s house, fearing they might be too late and she would no longer want the chili peppers.

Ji Ying and her mother-in-law Zhou He hadn’t stopped the whole time.

Shuangzhu Village wasn’t very large, but it wasn’t small either.

However, when people repeatedly saw others carrying chili peppers in one direction, they felt something was off.

The festivals had just passed, and other than working in the vegetable gardens, there wasn’t much else to do, so everyone, driven by curiosity, followed the crowd to Ji Ying’s house.

Hearing that Ji Ying’s house was collecting chili peppers for someone else, everyone almost wished they had wings to fly back home.

"Sister Cai, what is Ji Ying collecting so many chili peppers for?" A woman surnamed Liu asked Cai Feng’s mother.

"Collecting for someone else. It’s the same person from the last time Nianji got married—Doctor Du’s grandson, the one who came to the village in a car," Cai Feng’s mother learned from Cai Xiu that Liu’s family and two other families were mocking Pei Yicheng behind his back.

Cai Feng’s mother intentionally said, "Speaking of which, Doctor Du’s grandson, although he has a leg issue, is incredibly capable in business. He not only wants to collect chili peppers, but he is also planning to start a factory. Who knows if he will need people to work for him in the future."

As soon as Aunt Liu heard this, she immediately panicked. If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have spoken carelessly about Doctor Du’s grandson last time.

Now what if Ji Ying didn’t want their chili peppers?

Her family also had plenty of chili peppers, and with school starting, they had already spent money. It would be great if they could earn some money by selling chili peppers.

Every household in their village grew a lot of chili peppers, kept mostly for their own consumption. If they could make money by selling them, of course, that was preferable; after all, they had plenty of dried chili peppers at home, and if not, eating less was always an option.

"Sister Cai, I’ve always said, he’s a talented man who can afford a car, he must be no ordinary person." Aunt Liu grabbed Cai Feng’s mother and praised profusely, while subtly inquiring if Ji Ying still wanted chili peppers.

Cai Feng’s mother thought, Ji Ying had said whatever amount of chili peppers there was, she would collect them, but Aunt Liu didn’t know that, which is why she was so anxious.

Aunt Liu and a few others had often gossiped about others in the village. Cai Feng’s mother, clutching her basket and adjusting her hair, said, "I really don’t know about that, why don’t you go and ask?"

These words made Aunt Liu even more anxious.

After greeting Cai Feng’s mother, Aunt Liu hurried off to Ji Ying’s house.

Meanwhile, Liu Sanmei and Zhao Juxiang, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, had barely finished tidying the courtyard and the vegetable garden, and Liu Sanmei was so tired she couldn’t straighten her back.

"Juxiang, you are really too slow," Liu Sanmei, massaging her sore back and seeing Zhao Juxiang hadn’t even finished a single plot, suddenly glowered.