Ever since Xiaoguo learned about the plans of some people in the village, he has become more direct.

I didn't know what their motives were before, so I was hesitant to make a decision. Now that I know, I can be more straightforward and it is much easier to refuse.

She was not afraid of offending the villagers. After all, she couldn't deal with them. Besides, this was a matter of mutual consent and could not be forced.

"Don't think about it, go back."

Xiaoguo once again sent away the people she was going to be engaged to, and handed over all the things they brought with them. She didn't know whether they took them or not, but she didn't keep a single thing.

If I had known what they were planning earlier, I would not have accepted the rotten vegetable stick from two days ago. If things go wrong, it will be a complete mess. What if they have bad intentions and spread rumors, saying that I accepted the gift and agreed to the engagement, then my plan will be ruined.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Xiao Guo had just breathed a sigh of relief and was walking back when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind him again.

Xiaoguo's heart was lifted up immediately, and she dared not to say a word, "Who is it?"

"Mrs. Jiang, I am Jiabao from Su's Mercantile Company. Our storekeeper Su asked me to deliver something to you."

After hearing this, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn't here to kiss me, it would be fine. "Here it comes!"

When Xiaoguo opened the door, she saw Jiabao, who was smiling, "Mrs. Jiang."

"Hello." Xiaoguo greeted him with a rare sincere smile on his face. Finally, he was not those people anymore.

"We have a new kind of dried fruit in our store. Our shopkeeper asked me to bring it to you for you to try."

Jiabao went straight to the point, took out a huge gift box from the carriage, and opened it in front of her. She was almost dazzled for a moment, and blinked heavily a few times before looking inside again. Her eyes stared at the dried fruits in disbelief, "This... this is..."

What season is this? Why are there mangoes?!

"This is called Wangguo. Our harvest last year was very difficult to preserve. After our storekeeper Su worked day and night on research, he finally came up with this Wangguo slice that is sweet and fragrant, with lots of flesh and a chewy texture."

Jiabao introduced Xiaoguo attentively, his tone full of admiration for Su Changsheng. Their manager is really amazing!

Xiaoguo was shocked. It turned out that the mango here is called Wangguo. And from what he said, the mango was planted by them themselves?!

"You grow the mangoes yourself, Wangguo?"

"That's right. All our raw materials are produced and sold by ourselves. The raw materials produced by our shopkeeper come from various regions and even other countries. The total area is 1.88 million square kilometers, and there are more than 160 types of crops planted, not including the types that are being prepared for development..."

Jiabao spoke eloquently, and his tone revealed, "Look how rich and capable we are, just rest assured if you cooperate with us."

Xiaoguo looked at the golden light that rose up at some point as the other party kept talking, and her heart was broken. Could this be the legendary inhumanity of the rich? What does 880,000 square kilometers mean?! More than 60 types?!

They are all Su Changsheng's? !

O!M!G!

Even though Xiaoguo was not the type who was greedy for money, she felt a little weak at the moment. How rich was that profiteer Su Changsheng? Why did it feel like he had more money than the national treasury...

Selling snacks is making so much money nowadays, why not start a side business?

Xiaoguo gradually lost her focus in the constant sound of Jiabao, and only came to her senses after the other party finished showing off.

Just like last time, Jiabao insisted on sending the food to Xiaoguo inside. This time she was not being polite. After all, she knew his real intention, which was to check on the condition of the cows.

This time he didn't have to ask. When he put down the gift box, Xiaoguo took the initiative to take him to the cow and talked about the recent situation.

Jiabao listened and observed the condition of the two cows. Xiaoguo wanted to cooperate with Su Changsheng in the future, so naturally the more detailed the explanation, the better.

Cows will produce milk from the moment they become pregnant. She and Zhuangzhuang cannot drink the milk, so naturally they want to avoid wasting it. Milk can be used to make a lot of delicious things. However, she has become increasingly lazy recently and doesn't want to bother with it. It would be better to just outsource it to Su Changsheng. If necessary, she can provide him with several recipes for a fee.

It's cooperation after all. Just sit back and get paid, and leave the hard work to others.

After Jiabao got what he wanted to hear, he went back happily. He had perfectly carried out what the shopkeeper had told him to do, and now he could go home!

Yesterday Jiabao received a letter from Manager Su, who asked him to quietly reveal his financial strength to Xiaoguo in order to reassure his partners. You should feel at ease when working with such a powerful person like him!

Xiaoguo had been quite relieved to begin with, and now after hearing Jiabao's introduction, she felt even more relieved, perhaps because of the money or something else.

The scale of his business is so large and he has stores in various places, which means that his sales channels are very broad. And he is so confident that the milk can make money, which means that he has already thought about the sales channels and he will definitely not fight an unprepared battle. The milk business is a sure profit.

Thinking of this, Xiaoguo felt a little dazed. She thought that maybe she could become a small rich man by following him.

The first thing I saw when I got back to the house was the gift box. It looked beautiful and the food inside was delicious. Xiaoguo walked over to admire it carefully. The box made by Su Changsheng was really beautiful. If you didn't know, you would have thought it was a jewelry box. It would be suitable even if it was placed on the table as a jewelry box.

When Xiaoguo opened the lid, a refreshing fragrance came to his nose. He sniffed it intoxicatedly. It was such a familiar yet strange smell, it was really intoxicating.

Although the box was not big, it was quite deep inside. She could not finish all the dried mangoes, so she found some oil paper, divided it into four portions, gave one portion to Mrs. Yang first, and then took the other three to the county.

He first stopped by Confucius's house, left a portion for the two elders, and gave a small portion to Zhuangzhuang alone. He did not delay them and left after playing for a while.

The last portion was taken to a noodle shop.

Before leaving, Qin Anming suddenly stopped Xiaoguo and said, "I almost forgot that the sixth of next month is Qingming Festival. We have to go to the graves of our parents."

Xiaoguo thought about it and suddenly remembered that after the Spring Equinox comes the Qingming Festival. Those who still have elderly people at home will burn incense in advance, and only those who have passed away both elderly people will burn incense on the actual day.

"Got it. I'll go buy some paper money. We don't have much at home."

After I finished roasting them last time, there weren’t many left at home, so I never thought of buying more.

"Let's go."

After saying goodbye, Xiaoguo went to the market, where all the shops were selling things like burning paper. She compared several shops along the way and bought a lot. She had heard from her mother before that it was better to leave the paper at home for a longer time before burning it, so she bought some more.

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Time flies. Xiaoguo opens the calendar, tears off number 31, and reveals a brand new number 1 behind it. Another new moon has arrived.

"Mom, the master told me to stay at home for a few more days." Zhuangzhuang said to Xiaoguo as soon as he put down his cross-body bag.

"A holiday for Qingming Festival?"

Xiaoguo guessed the reason immediately, but it was quite strange. It turned out that people in ancient times also had a holiday on Qingming Festival.

"That's right!" Zhuangzhuang happily hugged Xiaoguo's legs, "Mom is so smart~"

He can sleep in the same room with his mother again, that’s great, hehe.

Xiao Guo laughed, "You little brat."

He only knows how to say things that people like to hear. How could people not like him?