Chapter 117 Even Sprouting Mung Beans is a Secret Recipe

Qin Junyao had considered that Grandma Qin might disagree, but she hadn't expected such a swift refusal.

She unconsciously stepped out of the shadows of the room and stood in the sunlight, asking Grandma Qin, "Grandma, why?"

"There's a lot of wolfsbane on the Gobi Desert ahead. If we all work together, we can earn money and clear it out. It's a good thing."

Qin Junyao's idea was to completely clear the wolfsbane, which would make it much easier for her to plant trees or grass. Sudancn.com

"A good thing? Don't you know that if you help someone earn money for ten years, they can dig up your ancestors' graves if they lose money for one year?"

"You're neither the village chief, nor the clan leader, nor a person of influence. If you say you'll help others earn money, will they believe you?"

Qin Junyao explained, "Grandma, what I mean is that they can dig up the wolfsbane roots, and I'll buy them at the price Dr. Sheng gave me. We can make vinegar at home, and share the profits."

"Naive! Do you know how many pounds you'll receive in a day if you announce that you're buying those grass roots? With so many grass roots, even if our family members all had twenty hands, we couldn't handle it."

"I know, Grandma, that's why I said we should work with the villagers. If we don't have enough hands, we can hire people."

Grandma Qin stood up and looked at Qin Junyao, "You be quiet."

"To learn a trade, one must be an apprentice for three years and serve the master for three years."

"For six full years, there's no income, and you still have to prepare gifts for the master and his wife during festivals. Learning medicine takes even longer. Do you know why?"

"One skill can not only support a family, but even a clan, a village, or a county."

Although Qin Junyao understood Grandma Qin's words, she still had her own ideas.

In modern times, most knowledge is shared. Only by sharing appropriately can we achieve mutual benefit. Of course, she understood that sharing does not mean selflessness.

"Grandma, I understand what you're saying, but..."

Grandma Qin raised her hand to interrupt Qin Junyao, "You don't need to say any more. For making that grass root, only our family can do it. We can buy from Grandpa Hou's family if they dig it, but no more than that."

"Don't talk about making medicine. Most common people don't even know what medicinal herbs are. Who will teach you for free if you don't pay a price?"

"If you want to expand, buy people and open workshops. As long as the secret recipe is in your own hands, I won't stop you even if you buy all the grass roots in the northwest."

Watching Grandma Qin's retreating back, Qin Junyao felt a headache coming on.

She wanted to make her family prosperous.

She couldn't add money to the family herself, as Grandma Qin wouldn't allow it. Her third uncle, Da Niu, and Er Niu were all at marriageable age and needed money.

The money for the house hadn't been repaid yet, so she couldn't let Uncle Er really mine salt for ten years.

"Junyao, did your grandma scold you?" Qin Mu came out after finishing cleaning the kitchen and saw her daughter staring at her mother-in-law, who was weeding in the vegetable garden.

Qin Junyao turned to look at Qin Mu, "No, Mother. Do you know any families who make money from secret recipes?"

"Making tofu and forging iron are all done through secret recipes. Moreover, in a village, there can only be one family making tofu, and it's passed down from father to son, not daughter."

Qin Mu found Qin Junyao's surprised expression amusing, "Don't you remember the Li family in our village? They sold vegetable seedlings to restaurants in winter and even bought shops in the county town."

"Vegetable seedlings?" Qin Junyao couldn't find any relevant information in the original owner's memory.

"Yes, white and tender, with sprouts this long. Your grandma bought them once and stir-fried them. They were very refreshing," Qin Mu used her index finger and thumb to show Qin Junyao a size.

As Qin Mu spoke, a picture of a dish flashed through Qin Junyao's mind.

"It's bean sprouts."

"They bought a shop in the county by selling bean sprouts?"

Just as Qin Mu was about to say it was vegetable seedlings, not bean sprouts, Second Aunt Qin came out of the room, "What are mother and daughter talking about? So lively."

Then Qin Junyao explained that what she ate last time was bean sprouts, not some kind of vegetable seedling, and also told Qin Mu and Second Aunt Qin that soybean sprouts were also edible.

These two types of sprouts were not among Qin Junyao's favorites, so even though she was sick of eating potatoes, she hadn't thought of bean sprouts as a winter vegetable.

"Yaoyao, is that true? It's sprouted mung beans and soybeans, not vegetable seedlings? Sister-in-law, let's try it." Second Aunt Qin was very excited to hear the news. If it were true, it would be wonderful.

Qin Junyao nodded, "It's true, but I don't know how to sprout beans."

"It's okay, it's okay. Knowing what it sprouted from makes it easy to handle. It's mung beans, sister-in-law. We have mung beans and soybeans at home. I remember there was cloth on that basin of the Li family..."

Second Aunt Qin linked arms with Qin Mu and went to the storage room to find beans in a consultative manner.

That sprouting beans could be a secret recipe was something Qin Junyao hadn't expected.

This would cause some changes to her future plan of promoting the cultivation of Cistanche deserticola among the villagers.

In the afternoon, Fu Zi, who had returned from the academy, did not go home but came directly to the Qin family.

Mr. Zheng had to come to the Qin family to supervise Fu Zi's calligraphy practice.

Third Uncle Qin Sen was very enthusiastic, serving Mr. Zheng tea and water while asking some questions.

The academy opened by Yan Bai in the village taught children's enlightenment, which was not suitable for Qin Sen, who already knew enough to read books independently.

In the evening, Fu Zi naturally did not go home. No matter how Qin Xiaoyu pleaded, Fu Zi clung to the table leg and refused to go back.

Granny Ma was just a servant and could not force Fu Zi to go home. The Qin family also couldn't drive a child away. If he wanted to stay, he could stay.

Fu Zi happily stayed. However, Madam Qian, who lived at the Zhao family on the mountainside, was unhappy.

"Granny Sun, take some people to the Qin family below and bring the young master back to me."

"Your old servant, your old servant dares not," Granny Sun knelt on the ground. She truly dared not.

"You dare not? I'm telling you to take people to pick up my son, what is there that you dare not do?" Madam Qian slapped the table and questioned Granny Sun.

"Madam, the eldest young master said that the day I take people to the Qin family, the same day he will send me to report to the King of Hell."

"Madam, your old servant still wants to serve Madam and doesn't want to die!"

Madam Qian stood up and kicked Granny Sun, making her kneel.

She would go to the Qin family herself to get the child.

Unexpectedly, when the servants of the family heard that they were going to the Qin family, they all knelt on the ground. No matter what Madam Qian said, they refused to go.

"Rebellion, rebellion."

"Zhao Liangcai, you're really something. Fine, you forced me," Madam Qian made a fierce vow in the courtyard and then returned to her room.

She didn't dare to go to the Qin family alone. The old lady of that family would really hit her.

The next day, when Qin Junyao returned home from practicing horse stance on the mountain with Fu Zi, she found villagers whispering and looking at her.

Upon listening closely, Qin Junyao's eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Did you hear? That old woman with the red headscarf at the foot of the mountain has a life that brings bad luck."

"Two of her three sons wear masks. You've seen the second one, right? I heard the third one is even scarier looking than the second."

"Don't talk nonsense. If it weren't for Grandma Qin helping to call back the soul the day before yesterday, my granddaughter would still have a fever and be unable to get up."

"That's right. If she didn't have a strong aura of misfortune, how could she scare away that soul-snatching vengeful spirit?"

"Look at her granddaughter. That one, like an idiot, doesn't greet people. I heard that the old woman wants to match her eldest granddaughter with her youngest son."