Fujujiao came to send strawberry yogurt, and learned that Xiao Zhengtai was also going back to Beijing with them. Suddenly, she felt it was too coincidental, right?

"Does Tang Qijie want to walk with us?"

"Yes," Cui Mama knew her young mistress loved face and had thin skin, so she didn't explicitly point it out. "Our master's grandfather is Miss Lu's grandfather. The old man is about to celebrate his birthday, and our young mistress originally planned to go back."

"Oh, I see. That's good then."

Fu Jiujiu didn't want anything else. With a little boy by her side, she wouldn't have to worry about encountering bad guys on the way. She could sleep well every night.

"Grandma, please try this new strawberry yogurt I made. It's so delicious!"

"Yogurt?" Granny Cui couldn't help but be curious, she tentatively took a small sip. It was sour and sweet, with a milky taste and the flavor of strawberries, "It's delicious."

"Where are the other two bowls?"

"This bowl is for Seventh Brother, and this one is for Uncle Lin Wei. Please don't get them mixed up."

"Why?" Cui Mama looked at the two bowls, they didn't seem any different.

This bowl of sugar is too little, Seventh Brother doesn't like sweet things.

Cuimǎmǎ laughed with glee, praising the little团子 as a kind and thoughtful girl.

However, to speak of it, the master doesn't like sweets, yet he didn't miss accompanying Miss Chiu Chiu when she ate sweets.

Now the little girl doesn't eat so much sugar, taking care of his taste. The master's efforts have paid off too.

Tang Xian's lips twitched slightly inside the room, a smile in his handsome eyes and brows. However, when he walked out, he wore a calm expression.

"Master, you're just in time. This bowl was specially made for you by Miss Chi-chi with strawberries and milk…"

"Strawberry yogurt." the little dumpling said loudly.

"Right, right, right. Getting old, memory isn't what it used to be. Strawberry yogurt, so delicious! Little Chirp knows you don't like things too sweet, so she put less sugar in for you."

Tang Xian took the bowl and tasted it lightly, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes, "You made this?"

"Oh, this is just random, how does it taste?"

It's okay, just make do with it.

Grandma Cui held back a smile, the little master is too modest.

"It's quite refreshing to drink in the summer."

"Of course it's cool, I was kept in the well for a long time, you know." Fu Jiujiao sighed, "It's a pity there's no ice. Making it into shaved ice with some ice would be even better."

She remembers that in ancient times, people not only stored ice in ice cellars but also made ice with boiling water. It's a pity that she is still researching it. Once she succeeds, everyone will benefit.

"When I get to Beijing, I'll get you some ice."

"Really?" Fu Chi Chi's eyes lit up. This way, she had the motivation to go to Beijing. The little boy was a prince, and the imperial family wouldn't mind this bit of ice. She had benefited.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Tang Xian asked.

Fu Baimian and Tian Guihua were quite happy to know that Tang Qi was also going to Beijing with them. They didn't really think about the dangers or not, they just felt secure knowing that they had an acquaintance to guide their family of three.

Speaking, Fu Dakin rushed into the room with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Big brother, why are you back?" Fu Chi-Chi was curious. At this time, he wasn't supposed to be at the mountain villa watching over things, so what brought him home?

Has something happened again?

Fu Dagjin saw there was something to drink on the kang, and he didn't dare ask what it was. He drank two big bowls, gulping them down. Fu Baimian gritted his teeth in heartache.

The little girl made this for her elderly parents, but they haven't dared to finish it all in one go. They told their son (the "stinky kid") to drink it all.

Fu Dazhi finished drinking and touched his mouth, "So good to drink, what is this?"

"Shut your mouth, all of you drink it up! Have the face to ask? First, tell me what's going on?"

"Father, don't worry, it's alright."

"What are you back for? Did you know your sister made something delicious and drank it all up? She didn't leave a single drop!"

Fu Jiujiu saw her old father's heartache and almost cried. She quickly comforted him, "Father, I'll make it for you again tomorrow."

"Then you'll still be inconvenienced, won't you? It's all your fault, you little rascal." Fu Baiwan pointed at Fu Dagin, took off his shoe, and was about to beat him.

Fu Dajin didn't dodge either. He took a shoe sole to the face, letting his father's anger subside a little before speaking, "Dad, the guests on the mountain want one hundred cans of strawberry preserves. I...I'm out of stock."

Although it's the season for fresh strawberries, fresh strawberries don't last long. Strawberry jam is different though, as it can be stored for a longer time. After tasting it, customers all want to take some home.

"You should have told me sooner, I understand now." Fu Baimian reached out his hand. "Just stand there? Give me your shoes, and I'll tell them to make them as quickly as possible."

"Heh heh, alright then. Tell them to make more, those things sell like hotcakes."

Those who previously didn't want to grow strawberries thought that once there were too many, they wouldn't be valuable. However, even though a large number of strawberries came in, none of them ended up unsold.

The Fu family is responsible for collecting them and then finding a few reliable people to make strawberry jam from the strawberries, of course, they will be paid for their work.

A batch of strawberries was harvested, and everyone's pockets were a little heavier. Although it wasn't as expensive as when the Fu family grew their own, they still made a good profit. The farmers who grew strawberries had money to spare.

After Fu Baiman left, Fu Dajin crouched down and said to his sister, "Sister, that drink was really good... Big brother wants..."

"Understood, big brother wants yogurt, but you have to buy some more cows."

The milk from these cows at home is no longer enough.

"No problem, we have mountains and land to raise them anyway. I've already thought it out – build a cow shed on the mountaintop. Then we wouldn't have to carry milk down from the foothills every day."

Fujujiao also thought it was a good idea. She had wanted to say it for a long time, but her older brother was always busy and didn't have time, so she didn't say anything.

And the reason these cows produce so much milk is partly because they drink spring water. They can't drink spring water every day once they get to the mountain, but now that we have money, if we raise more cows, we should always be able to afford it.

There are more cows, so naturally, two more people are needed to watch over them. Fu Dajing found two more workers in the village.

Grandma Fan's face was slapped hard by the Fu family. She had previously said that everyone grew strawberries, and those strawberries would rot in the ground.

It seems that even with so many people growing strawberries, there are still not enough to sell. There's no way they would be rotting in the ground.

Tien Guihua decided to go to the capital city a month later. By then, the strawberry season would also be over, and Fu Baiman wouldn't have to worry about harvesting strawberries at home anymore.

Li Jinfeng heard that Fu Baimian was going to the capital, and it was impossible for her to go with him. He wouldn't take her. So she started busy making clothes and shoes for her son. These were things she had never done herself before.

Seeing Fu Baiwan passing by, she quickly called out to him, "Uncle Baiwan, has your trip to Beijing not changed?"

Fu Baiwan glanced at the half-finished shoe in her hand, "Nothing's changed, no rush, take your time."

"Oh, farewell."

"Fan Dalian scoffed, "Wasn't she at odds with them before? Now she calls them so familiarly."

Li Jinfeng glanced at her, "I'm happy to, it's none of your business."

First published on Taiwan Novels Network

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