After saying that, she didn’t forget to scold her daughter, calling her stupid.
"Mom, what are you thinking?" Other people’s recipes aren’t something you can easily peek at: "These pastries are made by our boss herself, how could she possibly let me know the recipe?"
As for the matter of opening a shop, Mrs. Wu didn’t get involved at all, and she very wisely refused her mother’s request early on.
"You child, things depend on people, if you want it, how can you not get it?" Mrs. Wu’s mother said, "You go get it back, we’ll open a shop, and life will be better. Then you won’t have to be bullied by them anymore."
"We’ll see."
Mrs. Wu was very annoyed, so she just responded perfunctorily.
At this moment, she was extremely regretful. Her daughter was good to her, but her own mother wanted her to be ruthless.
"By the way, Mom, I want to dig some bamboo to take back and plant."
Mrs. Wu expressed her intentions.
In the end, her mother asked her for money.
"You ran eagerly back to your mother’s house to take these things, are you stupid? You need money, only with money can you buy it. You can’t favor outsiders over your family."
"How much money is needed?"
Mrs. Wu found it very ironic, these bamboos weren’t her own childhood planting, now she didn’t even have the right to dig one.
"Not much, one tael of silver per bamboo."
"You could just rob me, how come you’re so civilized." Mrs. Wu chuckled angrily, they really know how to push their limits, huh.
"What do you mean by that?" Old Mrs. Wu shouted angrily again, "If your mother’s house is good, you’ll be good, you’ll have someone to back you up, you fool, there’s nothing you can’t take. If you want to dig my bamboo, it’s one tael of silver per bamboo, no room for negotiation."
Mrs. Wu gave one last glance at the speckled bamboo beside the house, forget it, they were originally her own findings back then, now she’d find them again herself.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Old Mrs. Wu saw her daughter leaving, meaning the business didn’t go through.
"I’m going back to tell the boss that you want one tael of silver per bamboo, if the boss says to buy, I’ll bring the silver to you, if they say not to buy, then I won’t come anymore."
Anyway, today was a wasted trip, not to mention I lost two boxes of pastries, feeling like a huge loss.
"Alright then, you go ask, once you’ve asked, hurry and come dig. It’s the beginning of spring, with plenty of rain, dig them back and plant them, they’ll live."
One tael of silver per bamboo, Old Mrs. Wu already imagined being showered with silver.
Over here, Mrs. Wu didn’t really go home, but went to climb the mountain she used to run up two or three times a day as a child. Today, more than ten years later, when she came back to the mountain, she couldn’t find the way anymore.
But in order to dig up the speckled bamboo Chun Nuan wanted, she braced herself and walked, cutting a path as she went.
"Huh, what kind of grass is this?" Mrs. Wu examined the wild grass by the roadside carefully, "It seems to be a kind of medicinal herb as well. I can’t remember the name at the moment, I’ll bring some back for Chun Nuan."
Mrs. Wu stumbled along unevenly on the overgrown mountain path, picking herbs as she went.
Finally arriving at the spot where she used to dig speckled bamboo, she looked out at a large area full of bamboo.
"My mom really is..."
Things from these barren hills, she actually thought she could strike it rich with this, what was she thinking?
Mrs. Wu waved a hoe and dug them out one by one.
After digging dozens of them, Mrs. Wu carried them back to town.
"Miss, I brought the bamboo you wanted."
"So many, did you dig up your family’s entire bamboo grove?"
"No, my family still has plenty."
Mrs. Wu didn’t mention her family’s greed at all, that was truly an embarrassing matter.
People really do change.
Back then her mother used to consider her needs, but after she got married, all she saw was her son, not her daughter.
She wanted one tael of silver per bamboo, she didn’t think about how she would face her boss?
"You’ve worked so hard."
Chun Nuan said, "Rest today, come plant them tomorrow."
"It’s alright, I’m not tired, I can plant them."
Chun Nuan had Mrs. Wu plant the bamboo densely around the perimeter wall.
The bamboos weren’t very tall, but just high enough to be above the wall, meaning if the neighbors wanted to climb on the wall to peek again, they’d have to tiptoe, which was a risky thing to do, they probably wouldn’t do it again.
Zhao Minghua next door looked up, dumbfounded: What’s going on?
Didn’t come back to the courtyard for one night, and the wall’s top had grown a lush patch of bamboo?
Tried standing on a wooden ladder to see what was happening next door, couldn’t see, simply couldn’t see anything at all.