At the tavern.
Eldest Brother Lin Liang told Lin Chen about what had happened at home.
Though he called it family business, most of it was really village business.
In the less than two months since then, nothing much had changed in the Lin Family. Lin Liang was no silver-tongued speaker, so he finished in just a few words and could only talk about matters in the village.
The brothers chatted as they ate. During that time, Zhao Dongyang came over and had a few drinks.
Just as the two brothers had finished eating and set down their bowls and chopsticks, Zhao Dongyang came over again with a beaming smile.
"Brother Lin, how's your family's fishing harvest? Can you manage to send fish over to our tavern?"
When Lin Liang heard this, he hurriedly assured him, "Shopkeeper Zhao, we can manage it, we can manage it."
It was only a trip to town to deliver the fish, but the tavern paid far more than the fish market and fish shops. One trip could earn them several dozen extra copper coins.
Seeing Lin Liang's anxious expression, Zhao Dongyang smiled warmly. "Brother Lin, don't get excited. It's like this: one of my in-laws runs a fish shop in our town. My tavern can only use so many pounds of fish each day. If your family catches more than we need, you can send it to my in-law's shop. He's complained to me more than once that he doesn't have enough fish to sell. Perhaps you could help him out of his immediate trouble."
When Lin Chen heard this, everything became clear to him in an instant. Uncle Zhao was giving his family another way to make money.
How could a fish shop possibly lack fish?
The laws of Great Liang strictly regulated