The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme

People always say that for a woman, a good marriage is better than being born well-off.

Zhuang Qingning running a tofu shop, how impressive is that? Even if she opens one in town, she’s still working like a dog to earn money. Unlike her sister Zhuang Qinghe, who is about to marry into wealth. Soon, no matter how fast Zhuang Qingning runs, she won’t be able to catch up with Zhuang Qinghe.

Mrs. Song felt as excited as if she had drunk icy water on a scorching summer day every time she thought about this.

At this moment, the fortunate Zhuang Qinghe looked extraordinarily pale.

Her marriage has been arranged, and the matchmaker will show up in a couple of days?

How can she still wait for Brother Wencheng? How can she wait for Brother Wencheng to propose to her?

What should she do…

Zhuang Qinghe’s tears threatened to fall. She wanted to wail on the table, and she wanted to tell Zhuang Ruman and Mrs. Song that she would rather die than marry anyone other than Zhuang Wencheng.

But she knew that voicing this out might result in her being harshly beaten with a willow stick by Zhuang Ruman, like before. So she held back, quietly biting her lip and shedding tears in the darkness where no one else could see.

After dinner, she returned to her room without uttering a word and laid on her bed, sobbing softly.

“Sis, didn’t I tell you? Isn’t it about your marriage proposal?” Zhuang Yuanzhong sat on his bed, propping himself up with his hands and swinging his little short legs.

“Shut up!” Zhuang Qinghe retorted unhappily.

“Sis, I’m telling you, crying is useless now. You might as well take some practical actions. Maybe there’s still a chance for things to turn around.” Zhuang Yuanzhong continued when he saw Zhuang Qinghe was not scolding him anymore, “Let’s go back to what I suggested before. What do you think if I lend you a hand?”

“I’ll tell you what, you really don’t have time for indecision this time. If you don’t act swiftly, it won’t work out, and you will regret it for the rest of your life.”

Seeing that Zhuang Qinghe remained silent, Zhuang Yuanzhong shrugged, took off his shoes, climbed into bed and said, “Now I understand. I am too worried about this while everyone else is nonchalant. There’s no benefit for me in this, so why am I still trying to persuade you?”

“Alright, sis, consider it as if I didn’t bring it up. Let’s sleep now.”

Zhuang Yuanzhong rolled over, with his back to Zhuang Qinghe.

Zhuang Qinghe suddenly sat up abruptly, staring at Zhuang Yuanzhong with bloodshot eyes, “Zhuang Yuanzhong, I’m in!”

Zhuang Yuanzhong sat up with a start, grinning broadly, “I knew it! Sis is smart. This is your last chance. Whether it works out or not, you should at least try. Who knows? It might just work!”

“Cut the crap, when can we start?”

“Well…” Zhuang Yuanzhong scratched the back of his head, “You’ll have to wait. I need to find the right opportunity.”

“But don’t worry. It will absolutely be before the matchmaker comes to our house!”

Zhuang Yuanzhong thumped his chest confidently.

When Zhuang Qingning arrived at the tofu shop in the morning, Dong Dazhu pulled her aside to talk, “Miss Zhuang, about what my cousin said last time about opening a tofu shop in town…”

“Well, um, sorry…recently, my cousin has become interested in other businesses. It seems that his father-in-law wants to do business with him. So, he won’t be making tofu for the time being.”

Dong Dazhu’s face reddened to his ears with embarrassment.

It wasn’t because he failed to help Zhuang Qingning develop a big business or that he promised but could not deliver…

What he was actually embarrassed about was the things that his cousin had previously said to him…

“If I could sell her products in the county town, I could help her make money. In fact, she should be actively looking for me. I also have some free time now, and my shop is idle anyway. I’m willing to do this after I heard about it from others. It’s her who should come to discuss this with me, so why should I go to her?”

“She is just a tofu maker. It’s usually the manufacturers who actively seek out the distributors. Her attitude is too arrogant. This is just the beginning, what will it be like in the future? Dong Dazhu, tell her this. If she comes and talks to me about it, this deal could possibly go through. But if she continues this way, let’s forget the deal.”

Such words.

Dong Dazhu was utterly shocked when he heard them.

Outsiders love sensational stories, but he deals with this business every day and knows the ropes. The tofu shop run by Zhuang Qingning, although small, is a treasure trove. Association with her meant nothing but profit.

At first, his cousin had excitedly approached him wanting to do this business. But now, he thought it was an ineffective way to change face bargaining?

Slouching around at home maybe wouldn’t lose face, but it also wouldn’t bring in any money, would it?

Bargaining isn’t tragic at all. If he wanted to earn money, naturally he needed to proactively seek opportunities. Zhuang Qingning never asked him anything, she’s merely shown him her approach. But his cousin got angry as if someone stepped on his tail and started blaming him even.

Dong Dazhu didn’t understand what his cousin was thinking and where this pride originated from.

This kind of attitude before the business stability reminded him that there could be even more problems in the future.

Dong Dazhu was annoyed by his cousin’s immature attitude and felt even more embarrassed in front of Zhuang Qingning.

It was embarrassing that he recommended someone like this. Hence, when he saw Zhuang Qingning, he felt rather guilty.

When Zhuang Qingning saw Dong Dazhu in this state, she probably guessed the reason and knew Dong Dazhu felt awkward. But she just gave him a slight smile, “No worries. I have been busy with some errands for Uncle Yutian recently. I almost forgot about this if you didn’t mention it.”

Dong Dazhu relieved a bit when he saw Zhuang Qingning didn’t mind it. After chatting with Zhuang Qingning for a while, he rushed to load the goods onto his cart and ship them to the county town.

After finishing their work, Zhuang Qingning also hurried to the town.

She had to prepare for the first batch of herbal medicine due in three days. Although the village had already asked the villagers to start harvesting mugwort and things like that, she wasn’t sure how much they could fetch at that time. Therefore, to be safe, she needed to pre-order some medicines from the pharmacy as the final backup.

Mugwort, calamus, and mint—the same good old three types of herbs were ordered in much larger quantities than last time. She planned to pick them up tomorrow evening.

Pre-ordering medicine is common, and the pharmacy often encountered such requests. They just asked Zhuang Qingning to pay a deposit, with the remainder to be paid when she came to collect the herbs.