The Blessed

“Yeah, I can do that, but I'm afraid the price would be…”

Laowang peeped out an embarrassed look. His incomplete words were enough for them to know what it meant. Ling Wen interrupted his dad, hurrying to say, "Daddy, why do we have to buy that kind of pots? It's expensive."

He knew the benefits of selling jam and had no objection if Ling Jingxuan bought more. But the kind with big belly and slender neck would be too cost-inefficient in his opinion.

"Well, it’s indeed a little expensive, but it can bring us higher returns. Xiaowen, now for us, that kind of pots is a hen that lays eggs. If you’re not willing to feed it, how can it grow up and lay more eggs?"

Ignoring Laowang's surprise, Ling Jingxuan squatted in front of Xiaowen and said seriously. He believed that the child should have been able to accept the concept of investment before income after their successful attempts of selling jams.

"What if the wine can't be sold out?"

After all, each cost 20 copper coins. It’s really hard for Ling Wen to convince himself to nod with agreement.

"Then let daddy be willful once. Let's buy one hundred. What do you think?"

His bun was still young and needed time to grow mature. This year, they didn't grow so many grapes to make wine. Ling Jingxuan could only compromise this time. When his child saw the gains in the future, the boy would definitely not oppose it again. Then they could invest heavily.

“But that would cost us two taels of sliver?!”

Ling Wen shouted without awareness, and then quickly realized his gaffes. He bowed his head and pulled Ling Jingxuan's sleeve, face-red, and whispered, “Only this time, wait for me to return to the ox cart before paying the bill, I’m afraid I’ll regret."

Even the god knew what the little miser was most afraid of was to spend money. Two taels of silver equaled to cost his life!

Ling Jingxuan was amused by this naive and pretend-to-be understanding statement. He patted the child’s head, "Go, take your younger brother and Tiewa to the ox cart. We’ll come to you soon.”

"Mmm."

Ling Wen squeezed his lips and nodded, holding Ling Wu in one hand and Tiewa in the other. The three turned and left the stall. Ling Jingpeng watched their backs with slight distress, "Ge, don't blame Xiaowen. Poverty has affected him a lot. In the past years when you were like a fool, the kid had to shoulder the burden of the whole family. I heard from our parents he would only drink water even when he was in desperate hunger to save food for you and Xiaowu when the food had a late delivery. The boy…"

ƥαṇdαs ηθνε| Ling Jingpeng, who did not easily shed tears, choked with emotion and eyes wet, feeling miserable for the hard life of the father and his sons.

"I know."

Ling Jingxuan was not a sentimental person. Finishing his words, he turned directly to Laowang, “Brother Wang, help me make one hundred. You can make a price. I’ll see if it’s acceptable.”

"Ah? Oh, OK. If you want a bigger size and engrave them, each will take at least 25 copper coins. For wooden plugs, you’ll have to find a carpenter. What do you think?”

Laowang had just withdrawn for lamenting Ling Wen’s sensibility in the heart. In fact, he could not make any money with this offer, but he knew a little about Ling Jingxuan’s family. Recalling the family’s encountering and seeing those two cute kids, he really did not have the heart to earn their money. So he decided to lend a hand.

"OK, Brother Wang, I’ll consider that kind of pots in the future. Let’s discuss the details later. Don’t mind making a high price. I hope we can cooperate for a long time."