Chapter 112 Panic and Confusion
Unable to communicate!
This guy must be obsessed with having kids.
He not only deceived a seven-year-old child, but he also deceived himself.
Bai Lu felt uncomfortable under Xiao Cheng's gaze. She pursed her lips, turned back, and lay down on her side.
I had just lain down when a large hand came across my waist.
A slightly cool touch against the skin through the clothes.
Bai Lu instinctively shrank back, then turned around and shattered the illusion: "There are no children here."
Unexpectedly, Xiao Cheng did not get very close to her, and remained lying obediently in his own spot.
He had only reached out his hand when he heard her words, and his handsome brows furrowed slightly: "The blanket fell."
Before he finished speaking, he pulled back the white blanket that had fallen to the corner of the bed and covered her with it.
The blanket had fallen too far to reach, so he inevitably leaned closer, his hand continuing to reach behind her, his composed, cold, handsome face right in front of her.
The crisp, cool air brushed against Bai Lu's face at close range.
Her flushed face instantly turned burning red, her eyelashes trembled in panic, and she hurriedly wrapped herself in the blanket and retreated to the inside.
"Thanks."
She turned around again.
Only the silhouette of a large rice dumpling remained, covered with a blanket, a pure white rice dumpling.
Xiao Cheng's eyes darkened slightly. He stared at the rice dumpling for a while, said nothing, and pulled the cord to turn off the light.
The moon rises above the willow branches, and countless stars hang in the sky.
The big white rice dumpling on the bed got bigger.
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After his elder brother and sister-in-law's useless attempts to comfort him, Xiao Wei finally accepted the fact that his nephew wouldn't be coming for the time being.
Go back to normal, eat your meals properly, and go to school properly.
Every now and then, she would stare at Bailu's belly and sigh, her little eyes filled with both expectation and sadness.
It's as if it's saying, "When is my little nephew coming back?"
Bai Lu can only give him more food so that he can eat his way up and get a little belly, then he won't miss his nephew anymore.
In recent days, Wen Xiuyun's new house has been ready for interior wall painting and renovation. Xiao Cheng did not go, but arranged everything inside and out and handed it over to Luo Shiliu and others to oversee.
The ten-day deadline for the cedar trees has arrived, and Xiao Cheng needs to contact a logging team to cut down the trees on the mountain and transport them down.
After returning to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors during the Qingming Festival and purchasing chestnuts to improve the lives of the Xiao family in the mountains, Xiao Cheng's fir wood was temporarily piled up in the square in front of the ancestral hall, and no one objected.
Xiao Hongbo thanked Xiao Cheng for the ten-day commitment, promising to go up the mountain every day to check on the logging progress, saving Xiao Cheng the trouble of traveling to the countryside every day, which was a long and arduous journey.
Xiao Cheng also brought a lot of roasted chestnuts to the countryside and shared them with the villagers of Xiao Family Village who had business dealings with him.
Bai Lu said that she wanted the villagers to know that the chestnuts had been purchased and were not wasted.
Every single grain is cherished.
Only the simple and kind-hearted villagers would trust and rely on her and him, thus establishing a long-term cooperative relationship.
She always has her own set of theories on interpersonal relationships.
Having witnessed the substantial high returns, Xiao Cheng naturally wouldn't go against her wishes, even though it was a bit troublesome.
Li Hongying had visited the town several times and had a good relationship with Bai Lu. When she saw Xiao Cheng bringing roasted chestnuts to the countryside, she could roughly guess the reason behind it and enthusiastically helped distribute them.
Xiao Cheng was finally able to break free from the cage of being surrounded and greeted by his aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Visit the river transport teams, smooth relations, and clear all checkpoints to prepare for the export of Chinese fir timber from the province.
Li Chengbin is still in the hospital, but the five sales channels for his roasted chestnuts haven't been targeted yet, and money is flowing in. Bai Lu is all smiles as she calculates the accounts every day.
It won't be long before I can save up 30,000 yuan.
Then I'll be debt-free and carefree, able to do whatever I want, or not do whatever I don't want.
That is true freedom.
Wen Xiuyun's new house was renovated just before the chosen housewarming date.
On the auspicious day of moving, a banquet is held to invite relatives, friends, and guests from all directions to gather and congratulate them on moving to their new home.
Bai Lu and Xiao Cheng were also invited, as were all the construction and renovation team members.
Wen Xiuyun and Yu Fugui were good at interpersonal relationships, and they didn't leave anyone out. They also asked the neighbors to come and help.
Business partners were also invited, including colleagues who had long wanted to sell roasted chestnuts.
This banquet was a celebration of three joys: first, moving to a new home; second, opening up a wider market for roasted chestnuts.
The third joyous occasion is a good time for Bailu to expand her network of contacts and make business partners.
According to local custom, neighbors must be notified the night before the banquet so they can come and help prepare meat and vegetables, wash fruits and vegetables, chop firewood, and move tables and chairs.
Wen Xiuyun made a point of having Bai Lu come on the day of the banquet, and as soon as she entered the house, she introduced her to her business partners and chatted with them.
The neighbors didn't say anything, after all, everyone knew that Xiao Cheng was in Bai Lu's family.
Doing business on the street requires the protection of a reputation.
Gossiping angered the bully, and he was kicked out of the new town with his stall. He would have to pay the stall fee in another town, which would be a loss. Anyway, washing vegetables is not a difficult task. One more White Dew makes no difference, and one less White Dew makes no difference either.
While working, they chatted about everyday things, creating a pleasant atmosphere. When they sat down to eat, some people mentioned how delicious the roasted chestnuts from the host's fifth aunt's fruit stall were, praising Bailu's excellent cooking skills.
But some people couldn't stand it.
She retorted, "You call it good if the skill is sometimes good and sometimes bad? You haven't seen what real skill looks like. Take Bai Lu, for example. She sells the chestnuts she roasts well to people she gets along with, and the chestnuts she roasts badly to new partners. What kind of business is that? Isn't she just treating people like fools?"
This table was filled with latecomers who were not very familiar with each other and did not know the facts.
Someone then asked, "I've heard that Bailu is a very nice person. Where did you hear this news? Are you just jealous that Bailu's chestnuts are selling well and deliberately making false accusations?"
After all, just a few days ago, there was an incident on the street where a bearded man overturned Aunt Wu's fruit stand; everyone isn't stupid.
I won't jump to conclusions based on just a few words.
A woman who had gone to the restroom and was about to sit back at Bailu's table slowed down as she passed by.
"Do I need to frame her?" Chen Chunli leaned back in her chair, supporting her large pregnant belly, her face full of disdain.
"You haven't seen Bai Lu's true colors—she's all talk and no action. My Wang Hao and Xiao Cheng are close, right? They've been brothers for six or seven years! When I went to talk to Bai Lu about selling roasted chestnuts, she wouldn't even let me have a drink of water. And the roasted chestnuts she gave me tasted awful, way worse than Aunt Wu's. Nobody bought them at all!"
"I advise you guys to nip the idea of opening a road to sell roasted chestnuts in the bud as soon as possible, otherwise you'll be sold out and won't even know you've been tricked."
"Really? I see Wang Cuihua selling quite well, doesn't she? She's been wearing new clothes every day lately, and she says selling roasted chestnuts is very profitable. If they taste bad, they can't possibly sell them, right?" Someone said with a hint of skepticism.
Chen Chunli saw a figure quickly pass by outside the table and shouted sharply, "Wang Cuihua!"
"Tell me, are sugar-roasted chestnuts easy to sell?"
(End of this chapter)
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