After washing up, Song Rushuang and Duan Dinglan lay on the bed together.
The sadness between Song Rushuang's eyebrows could not be deceived. Duan Dinglan asked softly:
"Xiao Qi, what did you think of?"
"Mom, I'm thinking, we must make the shop business flourish, so that no one will have to work so hard in the fields."
Duan Dinglan caressed Song Rushuang's head lovingly and said, "It's amazing that Xiaoqi has such a great ambition. No matter what you want to do, mother will definitely support you with all her strength."
Song Rushuang was not an ordinary child. Duan Dinglan knew it since she was born.
So, other children might say such things just on a whim, but what Xiaoqi said naturally means that she does have such a belief.
As the child's mother, she naturally has to give her full support.
Duan Dinglan's words gave Song Rushuang some peace of mind.
It allows her to truly let go and do what she wants.
The next day, before dawn, Duan Dinglan was sleeping soundly beside her, breathing evenly, and looked like she was sleeping very peacefully.
Song Rushuang also returned to the space with peace of mind.
"What business does the host want to do?"
Song Rushuang honestly expressed her thoughts: "Dessert shop."
"ha?"
Song Rushuang's response somewhat surprised System Xiao Ai. If one wants to open a dessert shop in this era, not to mention whether one can make a variety of desserts, sales are probably a problem.
He hadn't said anything yet, but Song Rushuang seemed to have already anticipated his concerns.
"When I was in Los Angeles, I noticed a castle-like building. It was a dessert shop run by a foreigner."
After a pause, she briefly described the situation: "The store location was quite deserted, comparatively speaking."
"Ah? Does being quiet for a while mean there's no business?"
Song Rushuang added, "But there are a lot of luxury cars at the door, so it can be concluded that almost all the people who go there are rich people."
System Xiao Ai was still a little surprised: "Could it be that you want to build a replica of the ancient castle in Baishui Town?"
Even though the action hasn't started yet, Xiao Ai already feels the pressure:
"I don't think so. You probably won't be able to save enough money for renovations before you turn eighteen."
This is just a conservative estimate.
The actual situation is probably even more outrageous.
Song Rushuang retorted somewhat helplessly, "Who said I like castles too? Let's go for a retro feel and open a dessert shop in this old house."
Song Rushuang’s meaning was very clear: pastries should be of high quality rather than quantity.
It is better to make money from rich people than to work hard to earn a few dollars from poor people.
Anyway, these people generally don't care what money is.
What they pursue is just novelty and absolute superiority.
Song Rushuang was very familiar with these perceptions.
After learning all of Song Rushuang's thoughts, System Xiao Ai suddenly understood and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:
"Your idea is correct, but are you sure that someone would come to such a remote place to buy things?"
"Do you think the incident in Baishui Village is a big deal?"
She mentioned it casually, and Xiao Ai understood what she meant.
"You, you, you, you want to use Chen Yao's connections to make this place famous!?"
Song Rushuang was somewhat helpless:
"In your heart, am I such a selfish person?"
“…”
Song Rushuang murmured, "Chen Yao is in a difficult situation right now. I can't possibly cause him any more trouble. However, my godmother is also from that circle, and there are many people who want to make friends with her."
Anyway, Song Rushuang only knew one thing.
Her godmother has always been supportive of their business, so even if she later found out that she had borrowed her name at the beginning, she wouldn't mind.
"What are you going to do? Who are you going to go to first?"
The first customer seems to be more important. Whether you can become famous depends on whether this first customer is helpful.
"You don't have to look for them specifically; they will come to you on their own."
Song Rushuang said truthfully.
At dawn, Song Rushuang explained her thoughts to Duan Dinglan.
Of course, Song Rushuang naturally didn't bring up the topic of only making money from rich people.
Saying this would only make her mother worry.
Duan Dinglan hesitated for a while, but still nodded:
"Listen to our Xiaoqi. Whatever Xiaoqi wants to do, mother will help you do it!"
She wasn't exaggerating.
Song Rushuang knows better than anyone else.
Duan Dinglan is a woman who keeps her word.
Having ideas is certainly a good thing.
But it is not so easy to actually take action.
At the very least, the mother and daughter didn't even have the start-up capital.
In such a society, money is not everything, but without money, nothing is possible.
Song Rushuang gently soothed her, "Mom, you forgot, I can bring some food."
Duan Dinglan was not as happy as she had imagined.
Now, she had a worried look on her face and her words were filled with worry.
"Xiao Qi, you have to tell your mother first whether those things you brought with you will hurt yourself."
If the Song family's wealth is based on her daughter's health and future, not only she, but everyone in the Song family would disagree.
Song Rushuang shook her head like a rattle:
"Of course not, Mom, don't worry too much, I'll be fine."
The premise is not to do anything excessive.
Song Rushuang insisted, and Duan Dinglan hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
"It's better here than in the village. You can do whatever you want without any restrictions. You can just do whatever you want. But there's one thing: don't do anything that will hurt yourself."
Song Rushuang agreed without hesitation.
In the space, Song Rushuang matched the lists she had written one by one.
What can be unlocked at the moment is wheat planting.
Wheat flour is the most basic ingredient for many pastries.
Song Rushuang needs the finest wheat, so she has to find the best wheat in the current era first.
This is not an easy thing to do.
Baishui Town is not an area suitable for growing wheat.
At this time, white flour made from wheat was generally controlled by the government.
The government then supplies it to major markets in the town, so it is generally difficult to see real wheat seedlings.
It seemed that Song Rushuang's preparations were about to run into trouble.
Song Rushuang finally waited for her savior.
It was not the dignitaries who came because of Lin Bing's admiration for him, but a person who was unexpected but reasonable.
…
When Song Rushuang saw Zhou Qingwan in the store, she was stunned for a moment.
But fortunately, she reacted quickly.
"Aunt? Why are you back?"
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