TFWYH – Chapter 119 Ghosts Don’t Count

“Sure, sure, they’ll definitely sell out. You don’t even know how popular this beef jerky is.”

“Hehe… that’s thanks to everyone’s support!”

After doing business for a while, Madam Jiang had learned to say the right things too.

Tang Tiansheng felt a little embarrassed, but then thought—paying after his wife sold them was the same anyway—so he didn’t refuse.

Twenty packs. If they all sold, that was a whole hundred coins profit.

The money was just too easy to make!

When they worked hard selling pork, a whole pound only went for seven or eight coins!

Carrying the twenty packs of beef jerky, Tang Tiansheng left.

What he didn’t know was that his father had already mentioned this to Tang Wan before, and Tang Wan had flatly refused.

An-shi was not someone who could sit quietly—who knew what kind of trouble she might stir up.

At this time, Tang Wan was with Ling Yue looking for a house.

But after checking place after place, they still hadn’t found a suitable one. Finally, Tang Wan, out of options, dragged Ling Yue to the pork stall again.

Tang Hongba gave her a sideways look:
“What now?”

“Uncle, it’s like this,” Ling Yue said with a bright smile. “I want to rent a secluded place to make beef jerky. You’re a townsman—you’d know if there’s a good spot, right?”

Tang Hongba was, of course, familiar with beef jerky. He’d even asked Tang Wan to put some on sale at his stall last time.

But annoyingly, after she’d agreed, she disappeared without delivering a single piece.

Tang Hongba grumbled, glaring at his daughter:
“Oh, now you remember your old man when you need something? What about the task I gave you? Did you finish that?”

Tang Wan silently pulled out ten packs of beef jerky and placed them on his stall:
“I was too busy. Isn’t that why I’m here now?”

“Tch!” Tang Hongba wasn’t buying it at all:
“So busy you forgot your own father? No wonder they say daughters turn their hearts outward once they marry!”

“I did not!”

Tang Wan felt a little embarrassed—she really had forgotten. She’d just been too busy, that was all:
“These are for you to sell. Yue’er said you can have them at eighty coins a pack.”

Tang Hongba nearly choked on his own saliva.

Eighty coins?! That meant he’d earn twenty coins profit per pack!

But he didn’t even hesitate before refusing:
“No way! Not happening. I’ll take them at the same price as everyone else. How could I take advantage of my in-laws?”

Ling Yue chuckled:
“Uncle, Drunken Immortal Restaurant also takes them at eighty coins a pack. Surely outsiders can’t get that price while family can’t? Don’t worry—it’s still a good profit for me. I won’t lose out!”

“Don’t sweet-talk me. Drunken Immortal pays eighty coins because they order in bulk. I’m just a pork seller—how can I compare with a big restaurant? Nope, no way, I’m not selling them!”

Tang Hongba simply refused to take advantage, leaving Ling Yue half amused, half exasperated.

In the end, Ling Yue compromised, offering them at ninety coins a pack.

Only then did Tang Hongba reluctantly agree.

“You’re looking for a house, right? Well, there really is a place up for rent. Last time Wan-niang said she wanted to buy a house, it was right next door on the same street. That street has a courtyard where someone died. People think it’s cursed, so most of the neighbors already moved away. But this house is actually a bit farther from that haunted courtyard. If you don’t mind, I can take you to see it right now.”

“Of course, I don’t mind! I’m not afraid of that stuff.” Ling Yue thought to herself it was like falling asleep and having someone hand you a pillow, and agreed instantly.

Tang Wan, who had once lived through a soul-travel experience: …

This sort of thing shouldn’t count as a ghost, right?

Leaving the tofu-seller next door to watch his pork stall, Tang Hongba then led the two sisters-in-law away.

The destination wasn’t far, just tucked inside a narrow alley.

Maybe it was just the thought of that haunted courtyard, but as soon as Tang Wan stood there, she felt a chilly wind blow over her—making her heart prickle uneasily.