Qin San Niang took out some silver coins, handed them to him, and asked, "Brother, do you still have any red fruits at home?"

Jiangzhou and County, located in the south, are strange places because they have both plains and mountains. They are not the lower reaches of the Yangtze River in later times. It is possible that the Great Sheng Dynasty was different from history, and that it was a parallel universe.

This place is rich in resources, and all kinds of fruits and vegetables should be able to be grown here. However, the current situation in Dasheng is turbulent, and although people know that agriculture and sericulture are the foundation of the country, no one pays any attention to it.

Hawthorn, also known as red fruit, is what this man is called. These red fruits are small, unlike the larger and more attractive ones of later generations, but they are sweet and sour, predominantly sweet. They are excellent for making hawthorn cakes and canned hawthorn.

The man was taken aback. After sorting through Qin San Niang's question, he stammered, "Madam, I still have quite a few hawthorns at home! But not many can be sold at this market, so I didn't take that many!"

What the man didn't say was that this was when he was taking a lot. In the past, even if it was only half a basket, it was hard to sell. They would sell it or give it away!

"Okay, if there's any more, bring them all next time. I'll come back here to buy them in five days."

Qin San Niang didn't want anyone to know where she lived; it was better to keep a low profile when getting rich. Anyway, she had her own storage space, so she could store as much as she wanted. She thought of quite a few hawthorn pastries, which she could try making later.

Hearing this, the man's face flushed with excitement, though it wasn't very noticeable due to his dark skin. Nevertheless, he stammered, "Madam, do you mean that you can buy as many as my family has? You can buy them all... is that right?"

Such a stroke of good fortune, like a pie falling from the sky, actually landed on his head! The man simply couldn't believe it! He probably wouldn't even retaliate if someone slapped him now; he'd actually thank them for letting him know that this was real.

Qin San Niang nodded, "That's right, just bring it over when the time comes. I'll also set up a stall on Willow Street, at the east end, selling gloves and earmuffs. If I can't come over, you can come looking for me, or you can look for my two friends."

Liao Hongying and Wu Chunhua nodded to him, indicating that they could.

The man nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would definitely bring Hongguo'er over in five days as agreed.

He had a handcart at home, which his eldest son and wife could push over with. As for renting an oxcart? That was something he wouldn't even dare to dream of. He had finally managed to make some money, and he certainly didn't want to spend it on such trivial matters.

If we can sell all the hawthorns in the house at today's price, we can find a wife for our eldest son next year!

Ah, just thinking about it makes me feel so good! It must be his deceased father watching over him from heaven! Luckily, he held on and didn't let his wife persuade him, otherwise, he wouldn't have this good fortune today, and he would have gone back and told that wretched woman all about it!

By the time Qin San Niang and her group arrived home, it was past noon. They made do with some scallion pancakes in the car, which they had prepared that morning. The scallion pancakes were crispy and delicious; eaten with hot water, they were perfectly satisfying, even without any other dishes!

"Mother, Mother, the children?!"

There was no sound of a baby running out, and the women looked at each other in confusion. Had something happened?

Liao Hongying rushed to her house, but her husband and children were nowhere to be seen. She felt a sudden panic.

"Third Sister, why isn't everyone inside? Has something happened?"

After inspecting the courtyard and hall, Qin San Niang felt relieved and comforted her, "Don't worry, it should be nothing serious. They've probably gone out."

Seeing the questioning looks from Da Wa and Pang Ya, she didn't intend to keep them in suspense and patiently analyzed, "Look, the courtyard is all neat and tidy, even the outer gate is locked, and the brazier in the hall has been extinguished! Da Wa, what did you notice?"

Qin San Niang looked at Da Wa, thinking, "This is cultivating the child's thinking ability!"

“Mother, I know! Grandma and Uncle He packed up and went out on their own, they must have something to do. Also, A-Nan and A-Zhi’s toys were put in the wooden box, Mingzhe’s book was closed properly, and Xiao Hu’s rattle is missing, they must have taken Xiao Hu out.”

The eldest child's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something extraordinary!

Qin San Niang looked at her child with admiration. "He's truly my son! So clever!"

Uh, this is the original owner's seed...

“That’s right, Da Wa is absolutely right. Don’t rush when things happen. Think things through more, and you’ll get closer to the truth! I think Mother and Brother He have probably gone to eat pork stew!” As she spoke, Qin San Niang walked toward the kitchen, where a plate of pastries that had been there was now gone.

"Third Aunt, are you saying that Aunt and the others took these pastries as gifts to go eat at the pig-slaughtering feast?"

Wu Chunhua knew that she couldn't just eat the pig-slaughtering feast in the countryside for free. Although they didn't ask her to bring anything, they were all familiar people, so she should at least bring some vegetables and a few eggs as a gift, so as not to give them something to gossip about.

"Yes, that should be it. Here's what we'll do: Fatty and Da Wa go for a walk around the village and see which house has thick smoke coming out of its chimney and which house is making the loudest noise. That should be about right!"

If your grandma or the others are there, tell them we're back and they don't need to worry.

"Okay."

"Third Aunt, shall we continue making gloves and earmuffs these next few days?" Wu Chunhua asked. She'd become so engrossed in business these past few days that she felt uneasy if she didn't make money every day!

Knowing her husband and son were alright, Liao Hongying relaxed and started tending the brazier. Listening to their conversation, she also longed to go into business!

"Let's skip it today. It's the Little New Year, so let's take a break. There's never enough money in the world! We'll make another batch tomorrow or the day after. But I reckon counterfeits will appear soon, and business won't be so easy then!"

"What are counterfeit products? Does it mean that someone makes gloves and earmuffs to sell?" Liao Hongying asked.

She didn't understand what a counterfeit was, but that didn't prevent her from grasping the meaning.

Wu Chunhua never imagined that there would be imitations of this product so soon. If that were the case, wouldn't their business be unable to continue?

Qin San Niang nodded, "Actually, gloves and earmuffs aren't difficult to make; it's just a matter of using a clever idea. I estimate that these two items will become popular before the New Year! At that time, our business will inevitably be affected."

"Oh? Third Sister, what should we do? If we make too much and can't sell it, we'll lose money, right? Should we make less?" Wu Chunhua was uneasy. Now she finally understood why Third Sister was able to make money: it was all because she was smart!