Yang Dasheng: "Brother Huo, how about we just move into the room?"

Huo Junshan shook his head: "Let your sister-in-law go to sleep and leave her in the yard for now! I'll deal with her tomorrow."

"oh oh!"

Seeing his insistence, they had no choice but to unload all the bottles in the yard.

There are quite a few bottles; Guangyun Ningyan has plenty of them.

In the end, the yard was piled high with bottles, almost filling the entire yard.

Two hours later, after Yang Dasheng and the others left.

After everyone left, Huo Junshan closed the gate and waved his hand dismissively.

He had already stored all the bottles in the yard into his spatial storage.

He went back to his room, where Yun Ningyan had just been woken up.

"They've all been delivered?"

Huo Junshan nodded: "They've all been delivered."

Yun Ningyan nodded: "Alright! We'll do it after the wheat harvest!"

"I'll make a smaller batch these next couple of days, and you can have Yang Dasheng take it to the black market to sell."

Huo Junshan didn't want her to be busy at home alone, but then he thought she would be bored by herself, so he nodded.

"Okay, then you can't do too much. Do a little bit first to test the waters."

Yun Ningyan thought of something else.

"Huo Junshan, do you think we can make our own sponge cake? Or other cookies or something?"

"If we can do that, then the flour in the space will finally have a purpose."

Huo Junshan: "We don't make enough of what we need to sell?"

Yun Ningyan nodded: "The lack of machines and molds is a problem."

Huo Junshan patted her on the back: "Alright, stop thinking about it. When we go to Beijing, if you really want to do it, we can just buy land and build a factory, right?"

Yun Ningyan nodded: "Alright then! I wonder if Mom has found a house for us yet?"

"I absolutely love courtyard houses!"

She had only ever seen traditional courtyard houses on TV in her past life, but now she was finally able to have a piece of the pie.

Just thinking about it makes me feel satisfied.