Chapter 27 The Tragic Grandfather and Grandson of Li Family_1
Time flew by, and half a month had passed.
Mo Yan meticulously arranged her days to the brim. Apart from household chores and tending to Space, she dedicated her remaining time to teaching her younger siblings.
Xin Er, who was nine years old this year, was already of age, and couldn’t remain unskilled in the era they lived in. Upon learning that she wished to learn embroidery, Mo Yan set about teaching her with great care. Xin Er was very intelligent, and within half a month, she had mastered making a simple embroidered purse that looked quite professional. She made one for herself and declared that once her craftsmanship improved, she would make one for each family member.
Zhenzhen was now six, a time when a child’s mental faculties and memory were at their peak, and he could already recognize over two hundred characters. Mo Yan often recounted enlightenment tales from her previous life, letting him glean understanding on his own, yet both his learning and comprehension abilities left Mo Yan feeling somewhat abashed as his sister.
In addition to these activities, Mo Yan also had to deliver eggs to the grocery store on the street each day. The chickens raised in Space were larger than those outside, laid bigger eggs, and tasted more delicious.
After receiving a few deliveries and hearing customers praise the exceptional taste of these eggs, the grocery store’s owner took an interest. The next time Mo Yan came around, he set up a long-term supply contract with her.
The owner had hoped Mo Yan could deliver three hundred eggs daily. However, the thirty chicks she had bought earlier hadn’t started laying yet and Lin Yong needed one hundred fifty per day, leaving only over two thousand stored eggs. Afraid she couldn’t keep up the supply, Mo Yan agreed to only deliver one hundred fifty a day. Although the owner found this quantity insufficient, he readily agreed when Mo Yan mentioned she could deliver three hundred in half a month.
Even though they sold each egg for only a wen, selling a hundred fifty a day, Mo Yan accumulated over twenty-two taels of silver in half a month. The money came easily and, despite earning less, she didn’t have to endure the sun and rain peddling at a market stall. Plus, the quantity was stable, so she felt quite satisfied with the arrangement.