I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel-Chapter 300 - 282: The Heroine’s Unlucky Day (Part 4)
Luckily, the mountain path is hard to navigate, otherwise chicken thieves would be swarming into the village.
Alright, although they don’t have a lot of food, they do have meat.
No wonder the villagers look pretty decent in spirit.
More chickens mean more eggs. They’re all free-range, requiring no costs; and if they want to, they can hatch more chicks.
But the path up and down the mountain is too difficult; the young can send eggs down the mountain, but the elders are reluctant. It takes them a good while on bed to recover after going down once.
No wonder Jiang Zhenzhu has her eyes on the eggs here, and the prices are so outrageous.
Asking around, we hit a key point.
Indeed, there’s a person named Lv Yan here. The Lv father and son usually help folks bring eggs and chickens down the mountain to sell, and bring back necessary living supplies.
So the question arises: since there’s convenience, why do the two aunts still carry eggs down the mountain themselves? Isn’t that asking for trouble?
"Grandma, what prices did the Lv father and son mention for eggs and chickens?"
"Twenty eggs for one penny, one chicken for a dime."
An Jian, Jiang Mingyue: That’s shady! Even Huang Shiren isn’t this shady.
That’s the problem with monopolies. This isn’t just bringing them down; it’s suppressing prices for low-cost acquisition.
There’s likely markup on the living supplies they bring back.
Having learned enough, the two said their goodbyes. Before leaving, Jiang Mingyue slipped two of Mrs. Jiang’s mooncakes to the old lady.
"Here, bamboo for the abacus."
The two sized up the Lv family’s courtyard, the only one with a wall. The house is a small two-story mud and straw house, seemingly just renovated.
Still very low-profile!
The two waited for a while before someone returned; it was a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat.
"Uncle Lv?"
The middle-aged man was surprised. Upon seeing the two, he shrank back as if an honest man had met trouble-making bullies, instinctively fearful.
An Jian inwardly sneered; the man’s acting is not bad.
"No need to fear, Uncle Lv. We’re just here to ask Lv Yan a few questions. You’re his father, right? Please call him over; we’ll just ask some questions and then leave."
But this touched the man’s nerve. He suddenly became furious, took off his hat, and threw it at them.
"Go, go, you’re not welcome here. There’s no Lv Yan in our family, leave!"
The wooden door was barred from inside, clearly denying them entry.
An Jian sniffed the air and suddenly dashed towards the back mountain.
Almost simultaneously, Jiang Mingyue also rushed out.
Her spiritual power scanned a young man, and instinctively she sensed this must be the Lv Yan they were searching for.
Well, luck’s pretty good!
"Stop, don’t run. If you keep running, I’ll shoot."
"Bang!"
The young man halted, and An Jian thought he had scared him; little did he know that Jiang Mingyue had retracted her spiritual power, concealing her skill and fame.
Father Lv’s face was grim. These two really were after his son.
At Gan Institute, An Jian only knew her spiritual power could pull memories; he didn’t know it could also attack the nervous system of wrongdoers.
With Jiang Mingyue’s invisible assistance, An Jian easily bound the young man this time, and lightly patted his bewildered shoulder.
"Seeing how cooperative you are, we won’t make things difficult for you. Come with us."
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Going down the mountain was not easy; the three carried baskets on their shoulders.
Jiang Mingyue carried a basket of eggs, while Lv Yan and An Jian both carried chickens.
Each of the two had over ten live chickens in their basket. The weight wasn’t much, but the chickens were unruly. Luckily, the sack was big enough that although they fussed inside, they couldn’t escape; it was tough on the carriers, though.
Lv Yan was already confused, now even more so. An Jian was very satisfied with his reaction and patted his shoulder.
"You and your father have dark hearts. Twenty eggs for one penny; look at me, in Nanxi City it’s seven for ten cents, I give six, and the extra penny counts as transportation."
Lv Yan rarely replied: "If we didn’t collect them, the eggs would spoil on the mountain."
An Jian, Jiang Mingyue: Thinking of the mountain covered with chickens, this could really happen.
But it still feels shady.
Jiang Mingyue thought to herself that she’d tell her older cousin about it; he’d likely be thrilled for days. In a city with a meat shortage, this is a huge boon.
