Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 273 - 250: The Heartache of Refusal

Mrs. Lai realized that her words, indeed, had attracted the attention of the high society women and couldn’t help but smirk proudly, exposing her large yellow teeth with gaps as she boasted:

"Not only do we sell our honey, but we also give it away. Today, we gave out some as gifts."

The high society women began to lose their composure; the bird’s nest and other nutritional foods they consumed were meant for beauty, yet youth cannot be bought back with money.

No matter how high-end the cosmetics they bought, they could not prevent the inevitable aging of their faces. They noticed that both the Madam of the Tang Family and Lady Tang had seemed to remain youthful over the past two years, appearing to have even better skin than before, attributing it to their good self-care.

Little did they know that a secret lay hidden: regular consumption of honey could beautify the complexion, and even ordinary honey held some efficacy.

They would buy regular honey for their homes, only to find it adulterated with cane sugar when they sought better quality.

The myriad benefits of honey were not lost on the old, the young, or the women—all could gain from it.

"Could you also sell us some of your honey?" one of the high society women asked. They didn’t request it as a gift because a bit of honey wasn’t worth much money. Even if sold at a higher price, it wouldn’t be as expensive as gold or bird’s nest; spending money meant not owing anyone favors, especially not to farmer families.

Others quickly followed suit with inquiries, and suddenly dozens of high society women were not only asking themselves but were also sending their maids to take out money for preordering.

The outcome exceeded expectations. Although Mrs. Lai was exceedingly greedy, she knew that accepting deposits meant they had to deliver the goods, as they could not afford to offend these people of wealthy families. freёnovelkiss.com

Making enemies instead of connections could not only spell disaster for her son and descendants but might also lead her, an old woman, to prison.

At this moment, enjoying such a comfortable life as the landlord’s wife, and with a return to farming on the horizon, Mrs. Lai, faced with so much money, didn’t dare let her heart be tempted to take it.

Mrs. Li was extremely nervous on the side. She was not good at speaking out. With the mother-in-law being so showy, even if they caught the attention of the wealthy, they wouldn’t form connections with them.

Without kin or obligation, there could only be transactions of interest. She thought her family needed only to live a stable and safe life; whether or not they became friends with wealthy families was irrelevant.

These people cared about appearances when going out. With their current financial situation, they weren’t fit to compare or associate with them.

Being able to collaborate with the Tang Family was already a stroke of luck for them, not to mention that these wealthy families still sought favor with the Tang’s.

At this moment, Mrs. Lai felt reluctant, sensing the money she was about to make slipping away; she could feel her heartache. She thought if she had known so many high society women would want to buy honey, she wouldn’t have agreed to let her family send so much honey to the Tang Family.

If those jars of honey had been sold, they could have fetched a good price, not to mention future business opportunities.

Seeing the deal slip through her fingers, Mrs. Lai, with her heart aching, covered the spot where her heart was and waved her hands to the high society women:

"Impossible, impossible. We have already given away so much honey and honeycombs this time, and there won’t be any harvest for half a year. Besides, winter is approaching, and honey production will be even less. I can’t take your money."

The women hadn’t expected the old woman to refuse their request, finding the situation somewhat abnormal. Weren’t they supposed to be the ones the old woman begged to buy from?

They had taken the initiative to purchase, and yet this old woman wasn’t tempted by money?

Why then did she draw their attention? Could it be a ploy, playing hard to get, to secure an even higher price?

Others assumed as much and acted accordingly, asking for the price of honey and offering to buy it at double the original rate.

With so many people driving up the price, Mrs. Lai, helpless in her heartache and irritation, shot a furious glance at Mrs. Li. Her face, with its unuttered reproaches, showed the generosity had been too much.

If all that honey had been sold, it would have brought in over a hundred silver taels.

Mrs. Lai, having made a little money over the years and being naturally greedy, placed the prospect of over a hundred taels above her family and friendships in importance.

Mrs. Li, holding her son and bowing her head, was silent. Her son was hungry and cooing; she didn’t dare leave, fearing her mother-in-law had done something that not even she and her husband could rectify.

Now, bowing her head to her son, she could feel her mother-in-law’s accusing gaze. If the two families valued these over a hundred silver taels so dearly,

then the gifts they received from the Tang Family were beyond compare to these jars of honey.