Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 368 - 365: Fire Breaks Out at Midnight

The cold lon from Lin ngli’s household was sold to the Yu Family lady in Yu Yao at a price of thirteen gold coins. Ten gold coins were handed to Lin Wanwan, and within a few months, their family profited three gold coins, bringing imnse joy to the entire family.

Seeing this, the clan mbers also wished for Lin ngli to help them sell, but Lin ngli was hesitant to take up the business.

Each day, his accounting studies were already exhausting all his energy. Selling lons for his own family was a responsibility he embraced, but he wasn’t as proactive in selling lons for his clan brothers.

If he took a commission, it would harm his reputation; if not, the lons had imnse value, and what if sothing went wrong? Bearing risks without benefits, why bother with a thankless task?

Therefore, he mostly managed the clan brothers’ requests with reluctance. He only earnestly helped push the sales for the cold lons from the families of his direct cousins, Lin ngbo, Lin ngjin, and Lin ngxing.

The cold lons from these three families were quickly sold at the sa price, resulting in great rejoicing among this branch of the family.

Among the clan, there was increasing jealousy, but fortunately, Lin ngli was rarely ho, so he pretended not to hear it.

The other three families naturally remained very low-key and would not flaunt it.

When the clan mbers sourly asked how much their cold lons sold for, the won would say they didn’t know, as the n handled the major matters, while the n claid ignorance, saying the won managed the money.

Luckily, this sentint didn’t last long, as the Lin Family Manor held a monopoly on cold lons, making sales inevitable.

Soon, other families that cultivated cold lons also sold them for twelve or thirteen gold coins, except for two families who tried to hoard and hadn’t sold yet.

One of those households was Lin Qingyu’s grandparents’ place.

Lin ngzhong and Lin ngyi, being brothers, rotated sleeping in the yard since the cold lons grew to fist size, guarding them.

By now, others had sold their cold lons, resolving a concern, but their household still retained the worry.

This matter primarily involved Lin Qingyu’s younger uncle, Lin ngyi, who had two sons and was making the decisions.

According to Lin ngzhong and his wife’s thoughts, they should sell for twelve gold coins if given the chance; it’s best to secure the money as lons can’t be preserved indefinitely.

Today, they are valued at this price; what if tomorrow the nobles lose interest, then who would buy them!

However, the elder Lin ngzhong, having only two daughters, always worked hard with little say in family decisions.

Thus, his brother Lin ngyi convinced their parents to hold onto the lons for a higher price, and the couple could only heed.

Lin ngyi harbored this thought because he inadvertently heard from a rchant while selling fish at the harbor that cold lons in Qiantang County are now sold at fifteen or sixteen gold coins each, and these lons were all flowing out from Mao County!

At present in the Great Tang, apart from the Western Regions, which could produce small, low-quality cold lons, no other region had introduced cold lon cultivation technology. The ones circulating were precisely those Lin Wanwan brought from the modern era to Mao County.

With such high-quality cold lons, selling at high prices in Qiantang County was not surprising.

After all, in Chang’an, the cold lons, much inferior to those from Mao County, were even beyond purchase for wealthy individuals, reserved only for royal families!

Since antiquity, the lavish pleasures of the rich have always been unimaginable to those at the bottom. It’s like in Dream of the Red Chamber, where a feast in the Grand View Garden costs as much as an entire year’s expenses for an average family like Granny Liu’s.

Since Lin ngyi found out that passing cold lons through rchant hands before selling to aristocrats earned fifteen or sixteen gold coins, he couldn’t bear to sell his cold lons cheaply.

A distant cousin who was sowhat close to him, upon hearing this information, shared the sa ntality and refused to sell cheaply.

One gold coin equates to six strings of cash! Nearly twenty-four pieces of silk fabric! The gap between twelve, thirteen, and fifteen, sixteen is three gold coins!

It’s not strange they have such thoughts; it’s the bold that thrive, while the timid starve.

In the Early Tang, an ordinary family of six, under favorable conditions and free from disasters, had an annual inco of approximately forty-three or forty-four shi of grain after taxes.

Their yearly consumption of grain was about thirty-three shi, with clothing costs needing about two strings and four hundred cash (around seven shi), and daily expenses for oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar reaching about one string and two to three hundred cash (approximately 3.5 shi), theoretically balancing inco and expenses with little surplus.

If they engaged in so sideline activities such as silkworm farming to supplent household expenses, life could be more comfortable and allow for savings.

However, realistically, achieving "subsistence agriculture" was an ideal state.

Those who managed to save belonged to the wealthier peasants, living beyond the ans of typical civilians.

The Early Tang was rife with disasters, leading many true farrs to endure hunger. The young adults of Lin Family Manor, before Lin Wanwan’s arrival, never had a day of full and satisfying als.

Now, just by planting a single cold lon, in a few short months, they could earn profits equal to a year of hard labor’s total inco. How the word "joy" falls short!

The entire village, who bravely requested credit seedlings from Lin Wanwan for planting, were joyful, while those lacking courage to gamble felt envy seeing others prosper.

Thankfully, the Clan Leader held significant prestige, and he refrained from taking advantage of Lin Wanwan, so even his household did not plant cold lons.

Seeing that not even the Clan Leader’s family had them, everyone felt slightly balanced inside.

Within the clan, eleven households made vast fortunes from cold lons, with two families waiting to prosper. Consequently, during this period, Lin Family Manor was quite prominent in the surrounding ten miles.

There were nearly ten families arranging engagents, with matchmakers visiting daily, leaving the Clan Leader with delight so intense that he lost his bearings.

Ensuring his clan’s propagation and flourishing was the Clan Leader’s utmost mission, and seeing the favorable situation now, how could he not be joyful?

Despite all things having intertwined fortunes and misfortunes, high inco naturally brought higher risks.

The cold lon craze was imnse, finally leading to a significant event one dark and windy night.

Having boarded the rchant vessel bound for Qiantang and awaiting people to exchange silk fabric for cold lons the following day, the Lin Guofu household (Little Qingyu’s grandparents’ family) caught fire that very night!

The blaze was fierce, but fortunately, the family had been anxious over the cold lons and hadn’t slept deeply, allowing them to escape before the fire grew.

The house set ablaze inside and out, quickly alarming the entire Lin Family Manor with cries from the won and children, accompanied by the clanging of pots and pans.

The clan mbers from Lin Family Manor, including servants from Lin Wanwan’s household, ca running with buckets, attempting to extinguish the flas.

Lin Qingyu’s forr grandmother Lin Lu and Lin ngyi’s wife, Lin Sun, wailed loudly, unable to do anything but scream.

The elder’s wife firmly held her children, preventing them from wandering dangerously near the fire scene, an utter chaos filled with deafening sobs.

When the fire was finally out, everyone gazed at the remains of Lin ngyi, charred to ashes under the night sky, their eyes swelling with redness. A tragic incident unfolded before them, stirring deep heartache!