Xu Qingzhi, who was standing by, was afraid that the situation would turn into a long price war, like when Shanshan raised the price and her mother lowered it. She knew her parents' bottom line, and two hundred yuan a pound was far more than that, so she simply said, "It can be two hundred yuan a pound, but it's too troublesome to weigh the fruits after picking and transporting them. There are more than five thousand pounds left on my tree, and after factoring in the loss and the remaining reserved weight of bayberries, there is only a little more. If you are willing, we can charge five thousand pounds. It's a one-time deal. I'll hire someone to help pick them, and you can arrange the shipping yourself."

"Okay." Jiang Xiao agreed straightforwardly, "Then shall we sign the contract tomorrow?"

"Sure. You can go to the back mountain tomorrow morning to see the quality and quantity of the fruit yourself. It won't be too late to sign the contract then."

"Okay." Jiang Xiao nodded in agreement.

Although bayberry is delicious, you must see it in person to feel at ease.

A deal worth one million was negotiated.

Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang both felt a little dizzy when they walked, as if they were dreaming.

Before, in order to sell bayberries to Xu Fuqiang, the fruit vendors only offered him four yuan per catty, and would not even pay eight yuan. But now he sold all of them at two hundred yuan per catty. It was like a dream.

This also solved a problem in Xu Qingzhi's heart.

After all, she couldn't use the spiritual spring water to keep the bayberries hanging and bearing fruit. It would easily cause trouble over time.

This is the same as snow in June. Things that go against common sense are always easy to be discovered.

"Auntie, uncle, we won't bother you any longer and are going back. The food tonight was delicious, thank you for your hospitality." Jiang Xiao said politely.

Wang Yanmei smiled and said, "Okay, drive carefully on the road."

After seeing them off, Xu Fuqiang went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Wang Yanmei was cleaning the stove beside him. She still couldn't believe it and said, "Fuqiang, pinch my thigh and let me see if I'm dreaming."

Xu Fuqiang's hands were covered with dishwashing bubbles. He wiped his hands deliberately and reached out to pinch her thigh.

Wang Yanmei cried out in pain and slapped him hard on the arm, "Stupid, why are you using so much force? You're going to hurt me to death."

"Didn't you ask me to pinch you?" Xu Fuqiang muttered.

Wang Yanmei's eyes widened like bells.

Xu Fuqiang stopped and turned back to wash his dishes.

On the courtyard, Jiang Xiao drove the car with the two Wen siblings in front, while Wen Shanshan was carrying ten kilograms of bayberry and a cup of sour plum soup.

Xu Qingzhi did not drive the tricycle, as he was afraid that the temperature would drop even lower at night and his grandfather would be frozen, so he drove the family's white sedan to take him home.

Xu Dongru got on the passenger seat and muttered, "It's only a few miles, why do I need you to take me there?"

As he said this, he closed the car door, looked to the right, and pulled the seat belt without knowing how to use it: "My dear granddaughter, does grandpa have to wear this thing to be safe? What should I do?"

Xu Qingzhi smiled, then patiently taught him how to pull out the seat belt, align it to the left and buckle it in, and then told him to press it down, and it would open.

The old man learned how to fasten his seat belt, being very careful not to tear the belt. He couldn't help but touch the leather of the seat under him twice, and quickly withdrew his hand, fearing that his rough palm would scratch the seat.

The person sitting here feels uncomfortable, but also a little proud.

After all, this was the car bought by his granddaughter Qingzhi.

Xu Qingzhi drove the car and arrived in just a few minutes after traveling several miles.

The car can only be parked outside because the wooden door of the courtyard is too low and only tricycles of that height and size can enter.

Carrying the bayberries, she walked in front of her grandfather, pushed open the door first, pulled the light cord in the inner room to brighten the room, and threw the bayberries on the square table.

"Grandpa, the bayberries are on the table, remember to eat them."

When Xu Dongru saw this, he acted as if Xu Qingzhi was poisoning him. He quickly took the bag of bayberries and stuffed it back into Xu Qingzhi's hand.

Xu Qingzhi: "Then I'll just throw it away."

"You kid, why did you throw away such delicious bayberries? Bayberries can be sold for money, take them back and sell them for money."

Xu Qingzhi put the bayberry back on the table and sighed, "Grandpa, I brought it to you because it tastes good. If it wasn't delicious, I wouldn't give it to you. Dad has planted so many bayberry trees, don't worry, there are enough to sell."

Xu Dongru still wanted to be stubborn.

Xu Qingzhi had an expression that said 'If you don't want it, I'm really lost'.

Xu Dongru sighed, "Okay, okay, Grandpa will accept it. But it's not easy for your parents to make money. Whether it's growing vegetables or selling bayberries, they all earn money through hard work. In this world, the hardest way to make money is farming. Planting two crops of rice a year, facing the loess and back to the sky, God gives you food, and you only get 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Zijun is still studying and has a lot of expenses. Your mother has a sickly man and owes a lot of money outside. Grandpa will not cause any trouble to you if he can."

"We have some income from growing vegetables at home, don't worry." Xu Qingzhi patted his shoulder, "It's getting late, soak your feet and go to bed early, I'm going home."

"Yeah." The old man responded and watched his granddaughter walk out.

Only after the people waiting for the bus had disappeared did the old man slowly close the big wooden door of his house.

The old wooden door closed with a creaky sound, and I lifted the wooden latch standing in the corner and stretched it across the door, closing it tightly.

He carried the wooden bucket to the stove and scooped seven scoops of hot water. He then went to the water tank to scoop some cold water to add to the water next to the stove so that he could wash his face with hot water the next morning.

I saw that the water tank, which was almost empty last night, was now full.

The old man smiled, and it must have been Qingzhi who filled his glass with water.

He filled the water tank beside the stove, put the lid on it, scooped a bucket and a half of cold water into the wooden barrel, carried it to the room, and added a foot bath pill to soak his feet.

After soaking his feet, the old man felt relaxed and ready to go to bed. But as soon as he lay down on the bed, he felt something was wrong.

How come the damp quilt is not damp at all after I cover myself with it? It even seems to be a little warmer.

On the other side, Wen Shanshan was also preparing to take a shower and go to bed.

Jiang Xiao was sitting in the living room, planning to play some games together. Seeing Wen Shanshan was about to go to bed, he said in disbelief, "Shanshan, it's only half past nine, and you're going to bed?"

"Yes, I still have to take a shower, wash my hair, and blow-dry my hair." Wen Shanshan calculated the time, "By the time I finish washing up, it will be past ten o'clock when I go to bed."

Jiang Xiao looked at Wen Siran, "Don't tell me you want to go to bed so early too."

Because there are no extra rooms, Jiang Xiao and Wen Siran will sleep together tonight.

"Well, I'm a little sleepy now." Wen Siran covered his mouth and yawned.

Jiang Xiao was shocked and asked, "Weren't you suffering from severe insomnia before?"

"Maybe coming here cured my insomnia." Wen Siran smiled and asked, "Brother Xiao, don't you think it's very quiet here and very good for sleeping?"

Hearing this, Wen Shanshan yawned and said, "No more talking. I'm going to wash up and go to bed. Good night."

Jiang Xiao yawned subconsciously, "I feel... a little sleepy."

Wen Siran also yawned, and Aunt Liu and Uncle Wang couldn't help but yawn as well.

Jiang Xiao thought: Yawning is really contagious! So is sleepiness! Otherwise, given his biological clock that usually goes to bed at two or three in the morning, how could he feel sleepy before ten o'clock today?

(End of this chapter)