Lu Wujiu glanced at the little Buddha: "Aren't you going to explain?"

"I don't need to explain to you." Lu Futu put down the biography in his hand and walked outside.

Lu Wujiu stared at the child's back, a slight smile playing on his lips.

She has personality! She's not someone who lets others bully her.

In the end, Old Scholar Su was escorted to the courtyard by the young boy beside Doctor Liu.

Seeing the miserable state of Old Scholar Su, Su Jiaoniang asked, "What happened? Are you feeling unwell? How did this happen?"

"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell." Old Scholar Su got up and slowly walked back to his room. He didn't really want to talk to the unreasonable woman he encountered on the way.

Su Jiaoniang helped Old Su Xiucai back to his room.

He covered the person with a blanket and placed a few dried persimmons on a small table to the side.

An elderly person can eat one after waking up.

After the persimmons were packed outside, Madam Xie came out and looked at Su Jiaoniang: "Madam, these things are delicious, but how will we sell them? The boxes are so pretty. There are only a few wealthy people in the county town, and I'm afraid they can't eat so many persimmons."

"Let's broaden our horizons; we can sell to the provincial capital, we can sell to the capital!"

“But…” Madam Xie looked around the courtyard. She didn’t think anyone in the courtyard knew how to do business.

The Su family's businesses are all located in the county town.

Going to an unfamiliar place to do business is not so easy.

Ms. Xie was very uneasy.

As a qualified servant, she had many things to consider.

"Don't worry, since we have the products, we won't have to worry about sales," Su Jiaoniang said, looking outside.

Soon, Lu Dahai, carrying a shoulder pole, passed by. The villagers' lives weren't too difficult now. With Su Jiaoniang building a breeding farm and spending money to buy persimmons, those who helped in the village had saved some money.

I saw Lu Dahai carrying a shoulder pole.

Someone jokingly asked, "Your parents have moved out, do you know where they went?"

Lu Dahai ignored the person who asked the question.

A kind person wouldn't ask this; asking such a foolish question shows ill intentions.

After selling some silk flowers and spices, Lu Dahai rubbed his hands together, exhaled a puff of mist, and knocked on the door of Su Jiaoniang's courtyard.

When Xie saw Lu Dahai, he seemed to understand something.

She had heard about the second master of the Lu family. He was quite quick-witted, but unfortunately, he had unreliable parents. He was easygoing and didn't care much about reputation.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have changed her son's surname to her own.

If someone like that went into business, they would probably have no problem making a name for themselves.

That old lady is really something.

Before we knew it, the manpower had been arranged.

Su Jiaoniang led Lu Dahai to the small shed in the courtyard, where a hot pot was cooking, with sliced ​​meat, lettuce, fish balls, and meatballs all on plates.

Walking into the small shed, Lu Dahai soaked his hands in hot water and said, "I've tried this thing called persimmon cake. It's sweet and tastes better than many pastries. Selling it shouldn't be a problem. However, the roads are slippery in winter, and the cost of transporting the persimmon cake to the provincial capital is extremely high. If we want to make a profit, we have to raise the price. But if the price of the persimmon cake is high, we will lose some customers. I'm afraid this business trip to the provincial capital won't go too smoothly."

"Second Brother has already anticipated the risks, and he still wants to do it, so he must have a way to deal with the risks. Just go for it. These persimmon cakes don't cost much, and Second Brother can decide on the price. The opportunity is right in front of us, so we have to try it to see if it will work."

Lu Dahai ate hotpot, surrounded by a misty haze.

I don't know if it's because the hot pot is too spicy or because the weather is too cold.

My eyes are burning red.

His biological parents gave his wife's business to Huo Huo just to pay off their eldest son's gambling debts.

But it's this sister-in-law.

The third child is not even a biological brother.

Human relationships, oh people!

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will do my best to send the persimmon cakes out of Lucheng. However, if you don't want people to know that these are persimmon cakes, how about changing the name to something nicer, like 'Quanfu Cake'?"

"Quanfu Cake, that's quite nice." Whether or not to change the name wasn't very important to Su Jiaoniang.

As long as we can open up sales channels, that's fine.

Dried persimmons taste good on their own.

All it takes is a trigger, an opportunity, for people to see the product, before it can be marketed.

With a hot pot of spicy broth in front of him, Lu Dahai ate meat and drank soup, glancing at Su Jiaoniang as he pondered his plans for the future and his arrangements for life.

If everything goes smoothly, the small inn that I lost money on might be able to be redeemed.

After finishing the hotpot, Lu Dahai picked up his shoulder pole and walked outside.

Turning around, I saw the person standing behind the small window.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized that the man looked somewhat like his third brother.

They don't resemble each other at all.

Lu Dahai shook his head, realizing that his emotions had fluctuated too much and he was hallucinating.

He continued to walk the streets carrying his shoulder pole.

Upon returning home to the county town, Fang immediately brought him warm water to soak his hands and feet, and a bowl of coarse tea leaves.

Fang's father-in-law played with his grandson, and she smiled.

She took Lu Dahai's hand and placed it on her belly: "You're going to be a father again. If you can't bear to part with Daiyan, you can change his surname back to Lu. It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, just use the surname Fang."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Fang sounds nice." He reached out and touched Fang's jet-black hair.

At this moment, Lu Dahai felt that his life was perfect.

Although it was hard work and tiring, and the wind and snow were fierce outside, he felt it was worth it to have his wife and children by his side and to receive genuine love from doing business.

Staring at Fang's belly, he said cautiously, "I have to go to the provincial capital and can't accompany you. If you encounter any trouble, go to your sister-in-law; she will help you."

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