Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Mixing It Up Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Mixing It Up The renovation of the house was going very smoothly, with Mrs. Zhang, the eldest sister-in-law, and Mrs. Han occasionally causing trouble for Su Yunjin.
Of course, Mrs. Zhang came more often, and Mrs. Han made a few sour remarks about Su Yunjin and her husband Gu Ya, but other than that, Mrs. Han rarely stayed at home.
Mrs. Han was out early and returned late every day.
She was likely busy fooling around with some lover outside.
Gu Tiezhu was discontented that Mrs. Han was always outside, did not cook dinner, and even less cared for the child; he and Mrs. Han frequently quarreled.
The couple argued daily.
Lately, with so many things to buy for the renovation, the silver in Su Yunjin’s hands was being spent like water. The construction had only just begun, and in less than half a month, she had already spent nearly five or six taels of silver.
This did not even include the wages for the workers.
If this continued, Su Yunjin was really afraid that she would be out of silver by the time the house was finished.
Su Yunjin was pained about spending the silver, and remembering the Pickled Fish Sauce she had made last time, which was about ready to eat, she decided to send it to Fuman Building to sell.
“Husband, the Pickled Fish Sauce I made last time should be ready to send to Fuman Building. I’ll take it there tomorrow,” she said.
If the little wife was going to Fuman Building to sell Pickled Fish Sauce, Gu Ya was certain to accompany her.
“Yunjin, I’ll go with you tomorrow,” he said.
This time, the jar Su Yunjin used for the Pickled Fish Sauce was twice as large as the one before. You see, for Gu Ya, a burly man, carrying such Pickled Fish Sauce was nothing at all.
However, Gu Ya’s legs had only recently healed, so carrying something as heavy as the Pickled Fish Sauce was definitely not advisable. Although he offered to help lift it, Su Yunjin, knowing medicine, was aware that his current condition did not suit heavy lifting.
Worried that moving heavy objects might injure his legs again, Su Yunjin wouldn’t let him lift. “Husband, don’t move! Your leg has just healed. Lifting these things might cause it to be injured again,” she said.
“Yunjin, surely it can’t be that serious? I feel like my leg injury is fine now,” Gu Ya said, not taking his wife’s words to heart.
Gu Ya saw that he could walk now, which to him indicated a good recovery. That jar of Pickled Fish Sauce was not that heavy; in the past, Gu Ya had carried wild boars weighing two hundred pounds down the mountain after hunting, so how could a mere jar of Pickled Fish Sauce be anything to him?
“No, if you carry this and break your legs again, I won’t be taking care of you,” Su Yunjin opposed adamantly. Seeing that his wife did not agree, Gu Ya eventually let it be.
“Yunjin, very well, I’ll listen to you and not move the stuff,” Gu Ya agreed not to carry things, and Su Yunjin’s face finally softened. “That’s more like it.”
Gu Ya couldn’t move the Pickled Fish Sauce on the cart, and Su Yunjin, a woman, naturally couldn’t lift it either.
As before, Su Yunjin hired an ox cart to help them transport the items.
The Pickled Fish Sauce was moved onto the ox cart for them by the cart driver, who also helped take them off.
Of course, Su Yunjin gave the cart driver extra silver for moving the stuff. Smoothly, Su Yunjin and her husband Gu Ya arrived at the inn of Fuman Building.
Su Yunjin had sold items several times at Fuman Building, and the shop assistants there recognized her. Hearing that she was there to sell Pickled Fish Sauce,
Uncle Zhang from the kitchen quickly arranged for shop assistants to come and help move the sauce.