He didn't know if it was because the candlelight was too dim, but in the young man's clear black and white eyes, he saw shyness and seduction.
I really want to pounce on him, cough cough, no, I have to stop, I can’t scare my husband.
Walking to the bed, Zhao Chuchu's heartbeat quickened, she pursed her lips and said, "I'm coming up."
She lifted a corner of the quilt and got into bed.
"I blew out the candle."
"Um."
The candle went out, but the room was not completely dark. The silvery moonlight from outside the window poured in, and one could vaguely see the furnishings in the room.
The bed was 1.5 meters wide, not very big. Fortunately, both of them were of slim build, so even so, their arms were still touching.
Zhao Chuchu's body stiffened, and she felt her arm getting hotter and hotter. Zhang Xiuyuan's masculine heat enveloped her. But Zhang Xiuyuan didn't move away, and neither did she. She wasn't stupid. Besides, this was her legitimate husband.
Neither of them moved or slept, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
"Brother Yuan, are you asleep?" Zhao Chuchu asked.
"not yet."
"Are you sleepy? If so, go to sleep. If not, I want to talk to you about something."
"you say."
"Brother Yuan, to tell you the truth, we don't have much money at home, so I plan to do business." Zhao Chuchu felt a little guilty when talking about having no money. Apart from the fifty taels, the remaining four taels were almost squandered by him.
Zhang Xiuyuan suddenly thought of the pile of rice in the kitchen, and also of the betrothal gift Zhao Chuchu gave him, fifty taels. After deducting the funeral expenses for his mother, repaying the money borrowed from fellow villagers, and buying medicine for his father, there was actually some left. But, should he take it out?
Zhao Chuchu didn't know what Zhang Xiuyuan was thinking, so she talked about the business she was planning to do.
"Our Zhao family owns three mu of land in the village, not far from our old house. We have been renting it out to other villagers before. Now that the lease is about to expire, I plan to take the land back and cultivate it myself."
Zhang Xiuyuan withdrew his thoughts and focused on the farming. "Sure, Sister Lin and I can go to the fields. Soon, the time will come and we can plant rice."
Zhao Chuchu quickly shook her head, "No, I don't want to use it to farm, I want to use it to grow vegetables."
"Grow vegetables?" Zhang Xiuyuan thought for a moment and disagreed. "Although the grain harvest takes a long time, vegetables are relatively cheap. It's not cost-effective to use the land to grow vegetables."
Among the prices in the current Dasheng Dynasty, meat is the most expensive, rice is the second most expensive, and vegetables are the cheapest.
"What if the vegetables we grow are better than others and taste more delicious? If we have enough, we can pickle them and sell them." As for the pickling method, Zhao Chuchu didn't know it, but the villagers did. Pickling vegetables is something that almost every household knows how to do. It's not a secret.
It doesn’t matter if the method is the same, as long as the final taste is different.
She planned to dilute the spiritual spring water and use it to water the vegetables.
She can guarantee that this vegetable is definitely more delicious than others. If the vegetable is delicious, the pickled food made from it must be good too. As for why she is so sure, it is because she has tried it in the apocalypse.
The taste of the vegetables nourished by the spiritual spring water is simply indescribable, otherwise she would not be able to make a living by selling food, vegetables and plants at the base like ordinary people.
"Do you have any good ideas for growing vegetables?"
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