Chapter 112 Earning a comfortable life without any psychological pressure

The clivia has already been potted. This pot was specially purchased by Qiao Qiao and Qiao Changdong after they sold the previous clivia.

Just like the grandfather who bought their clivia said, "People rely on gold for their clothes, and flowers rely on their pots for their beauty."

The clivia looks much more elegant when it's placed in a beautiful white ceramic pot.

Fu Yu's legs are still not very mobile, and he needs to use crutches, so Qiao Qiao has to carry the heavy flower pot out herself.

“This…” Like Fu Yu, Feng Cheng also knew his stuff. The powerful and wealthy families in the capital loved to collect these things, so he naturally knew their value.

"These are the ones my dad and I raised, and we're giving them to Brother Cheng." Qiao Qiao handed over the basin.

"This is too valuable." This time, it was Fengcheng who said this.

He wasn't exaggerating.

His fountain pen is now worth 13,000 yuan on the market, while this clivia, based on the transaction prices he had seen before, is worth at least 40,000 yuan.

And most importantly, this isn't something you can buy just with money.

“It’s not valuable, not valuable to me or my father.” Qiao Qiao used the same words to respond to the lockdown.

"..." The city is closed.

However, Feng Cheng did not accept the pot of clivia rashly. Instead, he waited until Qiao Changdong, who had come back from catching the rabbit, returned and confirmed that Qiao Changdong also agreed before accepting the pot of clivia.

Even Qiao Changqing was surprised.

"Where did you find her? How come we didn't know you liked growing flowers?" Qiao Changqing had been in the army for many years and didn't know much about these things, but he had heard some rumors about it.

"It's on the back hill. My baby likes it, so I dug up a few plants to grow here," Qiao Changdong replied casually.

“Then you should be careful, this is being hyped up a lot right now. I’ve even heard someone say that someone died because of it. It’s like a real commodity, it can be traded on the market,” Li Wenyan said.

She had indeed heard that it was being hyped up in Taipei, with prices skyrocketing and people even robbing and killing people.

Qiao Changdong nodded, but didn't take it too seriously. After all, in his opinion, it was just a blade of grass, and those people were crazy to spend so much money to buy it.

He didn't value it at all, and he couldn't possibly have imagined that someone would rob and kill someone because of it.

Just as dawn was breaking, after having breakfast prepared by Grandma Qiao and Fang Zhengnan, the group set off.

Before leaving, Qiao Qiao was hugged and kissed by Li Wenyan for a while before reluctantly leaving.

Watching the car leave, Qiao Qiao saw that everyone else had entered the yard one after another, but Grandma Qiao was still standing at the door looking around, her eyes red.

He walked over and took her hand, saying sweetly, "Grandma, it's cold outside, let's go inside."

Grandma Qiao then wiped her eyes, bent down and picked her up: "Okay."

The Qiao family got a total of six wild boars this time. Apart from the half carcass that Qiao Changqing took away, there were five half carcasses left. Qiao Changqing gave four of them to the butcher stall in town, making more than 1,200 yuan.

They kept one whole for their own family. After removing the internal organs and fur, it weighed over 240 jin (approximately 120 kg). Each of the four siblings received 60 jin (approximately 30 kg) from their respective families.

The other half was distributed in portions of 28 jin each to Grandpa Mo, the two elders of the Meng family, and Fang Zhengnan's maternal family.

After New Year's Day, the boys went back to school.

Thinking of the largest clivia plant still remaining in her bracelet space, Qiao Qiao went to the flower market with Qiao Changdong the day after New Year's Day.

When they returned to the flower market in the provincial capital, the father and daughter were noticeably more experienced and adept than the last time.

However, the image of the father and daughter remains unchanged.

Still in that kangaroo-carrying-your-baby pose.

Qiao Changdong chose the same spot as before, with his back to the cold wind, feeding the little one in his arms breakfast while also taking a bite for himself.

This time, Qiao Changdong listened to the old man's advice from before.

I specially bought a ceramic-bottomed flowerpot and then used bamboo from home to weave a beautiful windmill flower basket to completely surround the flowerpot.

Considering that clivia is a delicate flower and not cold-resistant, he wrapped the outside of the flower basket with a layer of cotton clothing that his family no longer needed before putting his precious plant, which he wanted to sell for a high price, inside.

Because of his serious demeanor, many passing customers came over to take a look out of curiosity.

Seeing the large and beautiful clivia plants inside, everyone was immediately amazed.

Before long, his stall was surrounded by customers.

"Brother, is this the clivia you're selling? It's really well-grown, you must have had it for a long time, right?" Someone squatted down in front of the flower basket and asked.

Qiao Changdong was still unfamiliar with this industry, so he told the truth: "It's not long, only about two months."

"Really? It can grow this well in just two months?" The person clearly didn't believe it, perhaps suspecting it was a fake flower, and even tried to reach in and pluck some leaves.

"Why would I lie to you?" Qiao Changdong said irritably, swatting away the restless hand and scolding, "What are you doing? Don't you know how delicate these flowers are? Why are you touching them?"

"Sir, what's the price range?" A young man in a suit and tie stepped forward and asked in a strange tone. Beside him was a short middle-aged man whose military overcoat almost dragged on the ground.

Qiao Changdong took another bite of his steamed bun, and upon hearing the strange tone, he looked up at the person.

Seeing that the other person had a mustache, was wearing a suit in the dead of winter, had a pale and bluish face from the cold, and was shivering, yet still acted like an idiot who wasn't cold at all.

I guessed that this would probably be a minor event.

His eyes darted around, and he was about to quote an exorbitant price. After all, compared to making money off his fellow countrymen, he always felt less pressured making money for a comfortable life!

Before he could even open his mouth, the middle-aged man who had been squatting in front of the flowerpot with his hands in his pockets, trying to touch the branches and leaves, had already quoted a price.

"I'll offer you ten thousand, sell me."

Qiao Qiao, who was nestled in Qiao Changdong's arms and focused on eating a steamed bun, heard this and looked up.

They recognized him immediately; it was the uncle they had seen trading a clivia for two thousand yuan when they came to sell it last time.

Upon hearing the price quoted by the middle-aged man, Qiao Changdong was naturally unwilling.

The last one he had wasn't even half as good as this one, and it sold for 20,000. Why is this one only selling for 10,000?

Moreover, the man who made the offer sounded uncomfortable with his tone of voice and actions.

He refused outright: "I won't sell it for too low a price. The lowest I can offer is 200,000."

Actually, the price that the father and daughter had agreed on at home was 100,000.

The last one sold for 20,000, but that plant was less than a third the size of this one.

The father and daughter spent the past month cramming on this knowledge.

Currently, the highest price ever paid for a single Clivia plant is NT$200,000, which was sold in Taipei.