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Chapter 107: 107. Indicates overthinking
Watching the young servant continuing to take things out, Hua Jin’s eyes were bright and piercing. Luo Song... if possible, Hua Jin wouldn’t mind saving a few more people like him.
With so many things here, even if she didn’t take things from the space, it would be enough for her family to eat for a long time.
Is it okay to take other people’s things?
Hua Jin thought too much. Although the family had earned a few thousand taels before, thanks indeed to Luo Song’s blessing, each matter stands alone; that was money, plain and simple, and could not compare to Luo Sen’s life.
If Luo Song really came empty-handed, Hua Jin would have to think more about it.
Second Brother Hua was also shocked by the things all over the ground, once again refreshing his impression of his elder brother’s classmate.
In short... looking at that bag of grain and various meats... truly very generous.
Only Hua Chengtian felt a bit of a headache, knowing Luo Song brought things, but he didn’t expect it to be so many.
Despite the headache, he had no choice but to help the slightly uneasy young servant move the things into the house.
Although not much was known about Luo Song, he still knew the child wouldn’t take the things back.
He could only... give more gifts in return when leaving.
Hua Chengtian figured it out and stopped being fussy. With his son and the young servant, they spent some effort moving all the things from the yard into the main room.
Inside, Old Man Hua and Old Lady Hua saw the room full of things again and couldn’t help but scold Luo Song.
"You child, came just as you are, why bring so many things again."
"Grandpa Hua, Grandma Hua, it’s not much. These are all things from my own shop, didn’t cost anything," Luo Song laughed, pulling Old Man Hua who was going to help back to his seat.
"Moreover, not only is it not much, but I also have to thank you." Seeing Uncle Hua also sitting in the house, Luo Song continued.
"Thank?" Old Man Hua didn’t quite understand the meaning in Luo Song’s words.
Hua Yunao also looked at his friend inquiringly.
Wasn’t the gratitude for saving my father’s life already expressed last time?
What else is there to thank for?
Apart from the fourth child whose eyes were always on food, this sentence made the Hua family’s eyes all focus on Luo Song.
Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Luo Song inexplicably felt a bit nervous.
"It’s snow salt," he quickly said, "the help snow salt extended to our Luo family was immense, beyond what Silver Coin could measure," Luo Song’s eyes filled with gratitude.
The appearance of snow salt allowed the Luo family to truly establish itself in the Zhou city, gaining the power to compete with that man, and acquiring the business rights for all of Lingzhou’s snow salt. Most importantly, the Luo family’s presentation of the snow salt refining formula caught Lord Governor’s attention, ensuring no one could sneakily sabotage them in the future.
A glint of coldness flashed in Luo Song’s eyes, but it quickly vanished, and he was once again the gentle and familial Luo Song when facing the Hua family.
"Still, you shouldn’t have brought so many things, like moving your whole shop here," said Old Man Hua, looking at the items with a bit of distress; this child really doesn’t know the value of firewood, rice, oil, and salt.
Snow salt... indeed cannot be measured by Silver Coin.
It seems the Luo family must have benefited a lot from the snow salt, as the gratitude in Luo Song’s eyes was noticed by Old Man Hua.
Seeing the concern in Old Man Hua’s eyes warmed Luo Song’s heart, and he earnestly said, "How could it be? It just looks like a lot, but in reality, it’s not much. One, because of snow salt, and two, because the New Year’s festival is near."
"Next time, don’t do this again," knowing it was due to snow salt, Old Man Hua’s heart settled, and he gave Luo Song a sidelong glance without saying more refusal words.
Counting seriously, compared to the value of snow salt, the things brought weren’t actually much.
"Mmm, mmm, next time I’ll just bring myself, don’t be too harsh, Grandpa Hua."
"That would be best," Old Man Hua laughed.
"Alright, alright, just know, treat this place as home from now on, so polite when you’re at home," seeing the old man laugh, Old Lady Hua also added.
"Mm, mm," Luo Song nodded, particularly fond of Grandma Hua whose eyebrows were always smiling, very gentle, and made one want to get close.
On the side, Hua Jin had no surprise at this result. Her brothers might not understand the value snow salt brought, but she did.
In terms of frankness, Luo Song, although a businessman, isn’t too cunning, someone you can associate with.
Hua Jin’s impression of Luo Song improved slightly.
Elder brother’s judgment isn’t too bad.
This topic passed over, and after chatting a while longer, Luo Song followed Hua Yunao to his room.
Old Lady Hua and Ms. Qi went to the kitchen to get busy.
Not considering anything else, seeing so many things brought, they should properly host the guest.
Luckily, quite a lot of the things Luo Song brought last time were still left, especially large cuts of meat, and a pile of chicken, duck, and geese, so there wasn’t a lack for hosting.
The chickens in the backyard were spared from being dinner.
The lunch was very sumptuous, with a table full, most delighted was the foodie Fourth Child.
After the meal, Luo Song initially wanted to leave but was forcibly dragged by Hua Yunao to the room to study together.
As Luo Song was dragged away, the expression on his face was complex. To be honest, anyone could see that Luo Song had no interest in studying, but Hua Yunao chose to turn a blind eye, and the Hua family pretended not to see it.
Hua Yunao loved reading, and finally having someone who could help solve problems, they wished Luo Song would stay longer.
Luo Song’s face with that complex expression made Hua Jin want to laugh.
...Clearly someone who doesn’t enjoy studying either.
In the afternoon, after being tortured by Hua Yunao until even his hair seemed a bit ruffled, Luo Song finally left, taking the Hua family’s return gifts with him.
What interested him the most were those baskets of fresh, green vegetables.
In winter, such things were extremely rare. If taken to the city to sell, they could fetch a high price; the wealthy didn’t care about Silver Coin, only whether they could eat well, if they had what others didn’t. If placed in their own restaurant, they could earn even more.
Frankly speaking, Uncle Hua was really trusting, knowing well that he was a businessman and still let him into the inner room to look around, of course, he didn’t ask inappropriate questions.
The room had boxes of various vegetables, sweet potatoes, and unheard-of potatoes growing inside, the latter two being most intriguing to him.
The ten or so sweet potatoes he took last time were brought to his maternal grandfather outside of Zhou city, and his grandfather was delighted with their taste.
The few remaining were treasured by his grandfather like precious gems, hoping to try planting them next spring. Of course, it would be better if he could take some more this time.
If they could be grown, the benefits to the Luo family would be immeasurable.
And now it seemed another food — potatoes.
Lunch included dishes made from potatoes: spicy and sour shredded potatoes and mushroom-potato chicken stew, the taste made him want more.
Unfortunately, they didn’t have the short growing cycle like vegetables or matured quickly; Grandpa Hua mentioned it would take another month or so.
